Bimo's fatigue was so deep that he could barely stand up. Pak Daru almost had to support all his weight when they slipped out of the factory, utilizing the chaos that occurred when workers began to realize and confused. The sound of crying, screams, and panic questions filled the air. They managed to come out without being seen, along the lonely side streets to find a small coffee shop. The thick smell of black coffee helps to make a little Bimo aware.
"Two black coffee, thick," Pak Daru ordered the stall keeper. He sat Bimo in a plastic chair in the corner.
Bimo's hand was still trembling. He tried to hold a hot coffee cup, the bitter taste helped him return to reality. "I ... I can hardly do it," he muttered.
"But you succeeded," said Mr. Daru. "And what you do is not just driving out jinn. You heal. You return dozens of souls. That is a force that I have never seen in my life." There is a deep and new admiration in the old voice.
"Soul -eating ... is the syndicate creation?" Bimo asked.
"Yes. And that big requires a lot of resources and time to be maintained.
"This will make him more careful. Or more dangerous," Bimo said.
"Most likely both of them," agreed Mr. Daru. He took a sip of his coffee. "But this also gives us opportunities. Syndicate moves in the shadow. They hate chaos and attention. The incident in this factory will attract the attention of the authorities, maybe even the media. It will force them to change tactics, to withdraw temporarily. It gives us time to breathe and ... to hunt."
"Hunting traitors," Bimo said, completing his sentence.
Pak Daru nodded slowly. "Yes. That is a thorn on our side that must be revoked before we can move further. Riani says there is a traitor. Information about our meeting is only known by a handful of people who are very trusted."
"Who knows?"
"I, you, of course. Then Riani himself. Doc, who cared for Riani. And ... there was one more person. A man who used to collect information for us. His name was Leo. He was the one who told me about Riani's location in the Senen Market and made sure he would be there for us to meet."
"Leo," Bimo repeated. The name feels strange.
"He is a 'collector'. He does not have spiritual power, but he has a wide informant network and can get information from anywhere. He has worked with us for years. I believe it."
"But he is the only other person who knows?"
"As far as I know, yes."
They sat in silence for a few moments, finishing their coffee. The plan is risky. Accusing the wrong person can destroy the trust among their allys who are already few.
"We have to test it," Bimo said finally. "We have to give bait. False information that we will only give to him. If the syndicate reacts to that information, we will know he is the traitor."
Pak Daru smiled faintly, a proud expression. "A clever mind. That's a good plan. We will give bait about new 'targets'."
They compiled a plan carefully. Pak Daru contacted Leo by public telephone, pretending to panic and rush.
"Leo? This is Daru. Listen, the emergency. We found something. Big. The syndicate was moving something important tonight. A convoy. They brought a 'soul box' ancient artifacts that were full of energy confined to a new warehouse in the Ancol area, near the port. They were weak because of the incident at Pulo Gadung.
Leo at the end of the phone sounded excited and promised to keep him a secret. The conversation is short.
"Now, we are waiting," Mr. Daru said after hanging up.
They spent the afternoon in a lonely old cinema, hiding between the shadows. Bimo tried to rest, but anxiety made him awake. His mind circled around the possibility of betrayal. If Leo is his traitor, then they just told the syndicate right where and when to find them.
Right before midnight, they used Anton's services again to be delivered to the Ancol area. They did not go to the warehouse mentioned in the bait. Conversely, they hid in abandoned areas across the location, on the roof of an unused building, with a clear view to a quiet and dark warehouse.
They are waiting. The sea breeze is cold. The clock continues to beat.
Midnight passes. Nothing happens.
One morning. Still quiet.
Bimo began to wonder if his plan failed.
Suddenly, Bimo felt it first. A distortion in the air. "Someone came," he whispered.
A few seconds later, the car lights turned on in the distance. Not just one car. Three black sedans approached with the lights turned off, stop in front of the warehouse. The car door opened, and eight men dressed in thugs out. They carry weapons of batons, machetes, and the most terrible, two people carry firearms.
And between them, standing a man with a familiar posture. Leo. He wore a leather jacket and looked nervous, his eyes kept glancing around.
"No," hissed Mr. Daru, his voice broke out by disappointment and anger. "Right him."
"We have to go," Bimo said, fear of ambushed. They are outnumbered and far more armed.
"Wait," said Mr. Daru, holding Bimo's arm. "Look."
From the front car, a woman dropped. Her blonde shining pale under the moonlight. Kesha. He looked impatient and angry. He spoke with Leo, who immediately gave a fake smile and looked down like a servant.
They could not hear the conversation, but suddenly Kesha raised his hand and slapped Leo loudly. The sound of his slap sounded loud in the silence of the night. Leo staggered backwards, holding his cheek.
"Where are they?!" Kesha shouted, her voice cutting the air like a razor. "You said they would be here! This is a trap, stupid!"
Leo blabbering fear, his hands trembled. "Daru ... he said ... he said they would come! I don't know!"
Kesha rolled her eyes disgusted. He gestured to his two premises. "Take him. He is useless."
The two thugs won Leo, who now screamed and struggled.
"No! I've given you information! I have done everything! Please!"
Kesha ignored him. He looked directly at the darkness where Bimo and Mr. Daru were hiding, as if he could feel them. A cold and familiar smile appeared on his lips.
"This is for your time wasted, Washing!" he shouted at the dark. Then, he looked at the thugs who were holding Leo. "Spend him."
One thug without hesitation raised his gun and shot Leo on the head. The sound of the shot echoed in a quiet port area. Leo fell to the ground, not moving.
Bimo held his breath, the horror frozen his blood. He just watched the cold murder.
Kesha spoke something to her men before getting back into the car. The cars turned and drove away, leaving Leo's body lying on the asphalt.
A few minutes passed in a tense silence. Bimo and Mr. Daru remained silent, making sure they really left.
"Come on," said Mr. Daru finally, his voice was flat and empty. "We have to leave here before the police arrive."
They came down from the roof trembling. They did not approach Leo's body. There is nothing to do for him anymore. They walked quickly away from that place, their hearts were heavy.
Back at the boarding house, the gloomy atmosphere. Victory over the eating of the soul now feels bitter.
"He killed him," Bimo murmured, still in shock. "Like killing insects."
"They have no conscience, Bimo," said Mr. Daru, sitting with a drooping shoulder. "Leo sells us to get profit or protection, and in the end, they throw it away when he is useless. That's what happens to all who work with syndicates."
"At least now we know," Bimo said, trying to find the positive side.
"Yes. Now we know." Mr. Daru raised his head. "And we also know something else. Kesha is very frustrated. He loses a soul -eating, and now our bait makes him throw away one of his own informs. He made a mistake. He lost control."
"So he will be more dangerous," Bimo nose.
"Or more carelessly," replied Mr. Daru. "We must continue to push. We must find a way to lure him out, to make him angry so he shows the card."
"How to?"
Pak Daru stood up and took his energy map. "We attack the heart of the operation. The Paradiso club. Now we know it is the source. Our last fight there is only annoying. This time, we must turn it off."
"We've tried. He is too strong."
"Not if we attack not from outside, but from the inside."
Bimo looked at him, confused. "Go inside? That suicide!"
"Not if we have an invitation," said Mr. Daru, and for the first time that night, a faint smile appeared on his face. "Anton has a cousin who works as a servant at the club. He can lend your uniform. You will enter as a servant. From the inside, you can find the center of energy maybe the basement, maybe a special room and curusing it from his source."
"And you? Where will you be?"
"I will wait outside, ready to cause interference if you get caught. But the point is you have to be invisible. Enter, find the heart of the darkness, and clean."
The plan is crazy. But after what they experienced tonight, the madness felt like the only choice.
"Okay," Bimo said, his determination hardened. "I'll do it."
They contacted Anton, who once again agreed to help. The next morning, Paradiso club servant uniforms who still smelled of detergent and sweat was handed over to Bimo. Anton also gave a club plan that was drawn quickly by his cousin, marking the prohibited area and the possibility of the location of the special space.
That night, Bimo stood in front of the club, wearing uncomfortable uniforms. His heart was beating fast. He queued with other employees to enter through the back door. The guard at the door checked their ID quickly. When it was Bimo's turn, he showed a loan ID. The guard glanced at him, nodded, and allowed him to enter.
He is inside.
The club's interior is luxurious and noisy. Lights blink, rumbling music, and people dancing and laughing. But Bimo can feel under all that. An unpleasant low vibration. A subtle pull that tries to suck up excitement and turn it into something darker, more greedy.
He pretended to clean the tray and empty glass, while slowly along the corridor shown in the floor plan. He left the main area, towards a more quiet area where the office and storage space were located.
His feelings are getting stronger. Cold. Slippery. Like at their headquarters in Menteng. He followed that feeling.
He found a beautiful spiral ladder that headed down. A big guard and sunglasses standing in front of him.
"The forbidden area," said the guard in a flat voice.
"Uh, the boss told me to take a special box of champagne from below," Bimo said, trying to sound confident, repeating the reasons he trained.
"Nobody entered without permission directly from Miss Kesha," answered the guard without emotion.
Bimo nodded and pretended to leave. This is a dead end. He must find another way.
He walked along the corridor, his mind spinning. Then, he saw it. A small goods delivery panel, maybe to transport goods from trucks to the basement. It's big enough to pass by someone.
He waited until no one saw, then opened the panel and slipped in, into the cold darkness. He was in a narrow concrete alley. And at the end of the hall, there is a steel door. And from behind the door, Bimo could feel it.
The source.
Negative energy is so thick that it almost feels like solid. All the red black lines in Jakarta seemed to end behind the door.
He approached. The door has an electronic keypad. Locked.
Bimo placed his hand near the keypad. He focused very small and controlled heat. He did not melt him, but heating the circuit in it very quickly. A small spark of flame from the keypad, and a satisfying 'click' sound was heard. The door opened a little.
Bimo took a deep breath and pushed him open.
What he saw made him stunned. The room was not large, but in the middle, on a stone altar, depending on a dark red crystal that twisted like a heart. From the crystal, all the negative energy was emitted. Around him, dozens of small jinn who were hungry, worshiping and eating drops of dirty energy that dripped from the crystal.
This is the source. Heart from Kesha surgery.
And Bimo must destroy it.