[Warning 18+]
"Listen, Honey.. get yourself together and get the hell out of there immediately," Mrs. Smith hissed through her cellular. "No !! You don't have time to give statement ! You can call the police anonymously and then get your self out of there. You have to be at the river before 8 PM ! Yes, I will contact Yong again. I will barge to his damn temple and drag him my self if necessary. Okay, be careful. I love you."
After ended the conversation with her husband, Mrs. Smith made a long sigh. They underestimated this guy. When Johnson died, al though they thought it was a coincidence, they actyally made a precaution by making moves at once. There's no way that guy could be in two places with miles apart at once, right ? But they're wrong. She was now suspecting the culprit were more than a person.
She sighed again before taking her cellular. She made a silent prayer then dialed a number. She had dialed this number before, but Yong's disciple said that man was in a close-door meditation. She hoped somehow someone above helped her this time and let her contacted Yong.
"Hello, Eve ?"
"Yong !!!" Mrs. Smith couldn't help but to exclaim to hear Yong's voice. Thank you.. thank you, she said inwardly to ones in Heaven.
"What's wrong ? Why are you shouting ?!"
"I'm so glad you can get my call this time.. You have to help me.. He.. They.. they get Bobby.."
"Calm down.. calm down.. Take a deep breath."
Mrs. Smith did what he said.
"Now tell me.."
"Someone called us this morning, said he got Bobby. I heard his voice, so I am sure about it. He wanted members of the team to be reunited, at least three of us."
"It's easy right.. You guys and Johnson are still.."
"Johnson died this morning."
"Amitabha.. Then, why didn't you call me earlier ?"
"I did. But your disciple said you're on your meditation."
"Wait.. what ?!?! I have no disciple!"
"What ?!?!"
"And I was not on meditation. I went out all day and my phone was on my pocket the whole time."
Mrs. Smith was stunned as fear was emerging all over her body. She was being played. He hacked her cellular. The disciple was him.. or one of the culprit.
"He hacked me.. us.. He might be hearing us right now," she whispered toward Yong.
"Maybe.." Yong sighed. He had always been the brain of the team. That was maybe why the culprit didn't let the Smith contacted him earlier. "We lost step now. All we can do is just playing what they want us to do."
"He wanted us to gather at the side of river C before 8 PM," Mrs. Smith said.
"Okay, I will be there. I promise you," Yong said.
"Thank you, Yong. I need to get on my plane now," Mrs. Smith said again, but then she remembered something. "Yong, please be careful.. Akira and Anna were also dead."
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7:30 PM, River C
Half running, Mrs. Smith went down the stairs to reach the river C side. She then went to the exact location that was texted by the kidnapper twenty minutes ago when she just arrived at the airport. When she got to the location, she immediately called Yong.
"Where are you ?" she asked the moment he picked up the phone.
"On your right," Yong said.
Mrs. Smith turned her head to the right. She saw a trash can that had its lid opened a little. She could only she a hand waved at her in between the gap.
"I'll be out when Jordan comes," Yong added, then ended the call.
Mrs. Smith sighed. Nothing she could do except to wait for her husband. She was very restless. Their ex team mates were literally slaughtered in front of their eyes, and her husband had a bomb on his neck that would blow in the next thirty minutes. And her son.. her precious son who was born only aster such a long struggle and many attempts.
She couldn't imagine losing him. She covered her face with her hands. She didn't know what to do. Knowing that she could contact Yong the second time was because the kidnapper permitted her, not because any luck, she no longer believed in prayer.
"Eve !!" Someone called her. It's her husband. She recognized his voice. When Mrs. Smith turned her head around, she saw that man was limping down the stairs. She sighed of a relieved. She quickly approached him and hugged him.
"Did you manage to contact Yong ?" Mr. Smith asked. His face was horrible with some blood splatters and horror expression.
"Yes.. yes.. he is here already," Mrs. Smith whispered back. Mr. Smith sighed in a relieve also.
"Let's go," he said. Still embracing to each other, they went to the location. Once they were there, the trash can lid was opened once more. A man quickly jumped out of it and walked hastily toward them.
"Yong.." Mr. and Mrs. Smith hissed in the same time.
"How are you ?" Yong asked rhetorically to Mr. Smith while patting his shoulder.
Mrs. Smith didn't waste time and dialed the number that texted her. But before she finished it, she had a call already.
"Hello, Eve," the same voice.
"We're here. Look.. the three of us are here," Mrs. Smith said in high pitch.
"Great job !! I know the Seven Slayers won't let me down," the caller said.
"Now release my son !!" Mrs. Smith demanded.
"Of course.. Don't worry. He was just having his good time, sailing across this river," the caller said. "You see that boat, he's on it. The boat will harbor on the port at your left, maybe in five minutes."
"Cancel the bomb !" Mr. Smith yelled toward the phone's microphone.
"Sure. I will stop the timer now," the caller said lightly. Right when he ended his sentence the timer on the bomb was stopped. Mrs. Smith shrieked in relieve then hugged her husband.
"Be patient. Five more minutes and you will reunite with your son," the caller said again.
"Don't you dare harm him !" Mrs. Smith said to him.
"I am a man of my words, Eve. I haven't and won't harm him," the caller said.
Mrs. Smith didn't say anything to respond him. She nervously stared at the boat that was slowly approaching the port near them. Unconsciously, she prepared her self to see the boat suddenly exploded or drowned or.. well, any bad things that might happen. But none of them was happened.
Exactly five minutes later, the boat harbored on the port. An eight years old boy came out of the boat with a lady. When he saw his mother, he smiled widely.
"Mommy !!" Bobby exclaimed then jumped out from the boat and ran toward his mother. Mr. and Mrs. Smith were also ran toward him.
"Bobby !! Thank Goodness !" Mrs. Smith exclaimed in relieved. She immediately put her son in her embrace. "Are you okay, Dear ? Did you hurt ?"
Bobby shook his head. "No. I'm okay, Mommy. We went for a city tour. We went to zoo and museums and we went to ride a boat! It was so cool !!" he excitedly told his mother what he had done the whole day.
"That's good. Boy.. that's good," Mr. Smith said then petting his son's hair lovingly.
"Daddy.. what is that on your neck ?" Bobby asked Mr. Smith about the inactive bomb.
Mr. Smith rubbed the bomb reflexively. "Oh.. this is just.."
Dong..
The city tower clock across the river rang loudly, swallowed Mr. Smith's voice. A second later he heard his wife short shout, "No !!"
Mr. Smith turned his head toward his wife's sight only to see Yong's body was lumping to the ground. Before he could come to his sense, suddenly the bomb around his neck was making sound.
"No.. No!!" Mrs. Smith shouted. Mr. Smith and she desperately tried to take the bomb off from his neck. The beeping sound was getting more frequent, until a second later..
BOOM !!
Mr. Smith's head was exploded right in front of his family. Mrs. Smith was screaming like crazy while blood , flesh, and brain were splashing all over her.
"You promised me !! You promised !!" She yelled at the man on the phone.
"I promised you that your son would be no harmed," The caller cut her words. "I've never promised not to explode your husband, nor kept any slayer alive."
Dong... Dong...
Mrs. Smith dropped her cellular. Her body had no energy, just sluggishly sat on the ground and cried.
"Mommy.."
Her son's voice made her realize about his condition. She turned her head toward her son that was still standing in front of her. To her surprise, he didn't cry, in fact his expression was blank. To her more surprise, there was a knife on his hand.
"Honey.. what are you doing ?" She asked dumbfoundedly.
"Mommy is evil. I have to kill Mommy," Bobby said on flat tone while stabbing the knife into her stomach. Fortunately, Mrs. Smith was quick enough to hold it.
"No, Bobby.. Bobby loves Mommy.. Remember.. Bobby is Mommy's love.. " Mrs. Smith desperately tried to awaken Bobby. "Remember.. we played together.. Mommy healed your wound when you fell from bike.. Remember that ? Mommy loves Bobby and Bobby loves Mommy.."
Bobby blinked several times. "Mommy... loves .. Bobby ?"
"Yes.. and Bobby loves Mommy.."
"Bobby.. loves.."
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"The bending is failed.. I repeat the bending is failed," The Strategist's voice was heard from the two way radio.
"We only have 30 seconds left," The hacker said in agitation.
"Marksman, can you handle it ?" The Strategist asked.
"No problem," Quint said. His riffle had already aimed toward Mrs. Smith and her son as he was spectating the event from a far. He adjust his riffle position a little bit to make it more firm then he closed his left eye, aiming the target from the surveillance lens.
"Ten seconds," The Hacker said with nervousness.
Calmly, Quint breathed in and placed his finger to the trigger. He then breathed out. At the end of his breath, he slightly moved his finger to pull the trigger. The bullet was immediately released from its home and flied across the river, piercing right into Mrs. Smith's forehead.
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