The Raid 3, The Revenge

Chapter 2

When Rama walked out of that warehouse all bloodied, Bunawar took him to a hospital after the Yakuza members scattered. Rama received emergency treatment for his wounds, countless numbers of stitches and he was pumped full of morphine. Rama was eating the hospital food, minding his own business until a short man with glasses stepped in. Rama did notice since he focused all his attention on eating. The short man lightly coughed, to gain his attention. Rama placed his chopsticks down and looked up.

"Hello Mr. Rama," the man spoke.

"Who the hell are you?" Rama responded.

"I'm here to recruit you. To an elite international counter-terrorist organisation called Rainbow Six. Your skill and experience will most certainly help us in our mission, destroy the White Mask organisation," the man spoke.

"No, I don't think I will," Rama responded.

"Your talents will go to waste, at least consider it,"

"No, I'm done,"

"Ok, that's your choice, make sure you keep this," the man said. He placed a business card next to Rama's plate and walked out. "I completely forgot to introduce myself, my name is Six or Harry. Six sounds a bit too dementing." Six said. He then walked out. Rama grabbed the business card as he was curious. He still didn't think much of it. He has finished, after all, only thinking about his family. Picturing running around on the grass fields playing football with his beloved son. "One day," Rama said to himself.

200 hours earlier from present day

Rama stared at the ceiling. It was early in the morning and Rama could not sleep. He looked to his left and saw his wife, sleeping peacefully. But something wasn't right. Rama quietly lifted his blanket and tip-toed to the bathroom. Opening his phone on the toilet, Rama scanned through the security cameras Bunawar set up in their new house. A quiet suburban house by Jakarta. Sweeping through the cameras, Rama couldn't help but notice that everything was quiet. Paranoia and adrenaline production was through the roof now. Rama breathed in a calming deep breath and he looked at the security camera footage again, this time, scrutinizing every pixel. As his gaze shifted to the rocking chair, on the front porch, he noticed that the rocking chair was leaning forwards. The security camera footage was hacked.

"Bastards," He said. Rama quickly opened the door to the bedroom and shook his wife awake. "Baby, Baby! Wake up!" He whispered. His wife slowly came to her senses and looked at Rama, strangely.

"What's going on?"

"Someone broke in," Rama said. The emotion of fear overtook her in an instant.

"What are we going to do?" She asked, tripping over her words.

"Call Bowo and the police, then lock the door, I'm going to check on Father and the baby,"

"Ok, please be safe," she said, before kissing Rama. Rama opened a drawer and grabbed a combat knife and snuck out. The house was a one storey house with multiple rooms. Rama's bedroom was situated by the far-left corner, along with their son's room and father's room. The corridor in which the bedrooms were located, led to the living room. The living room was centralised, meaning that it connected to the kitchen and dining room, bedrooms, the front door which in turn lead to the garage. Rama carefully opened the door to his father's room, discovering he was awake, looking through the window.

"Get down from there!" Rama said and he ran towards his father, pushing him out of the window.

"I saw a suspicious van outside and I grabbed Angga from his room," his father whispered. "He's sleeping on the bed." Rama then approached his son, sleeping peacefully.