Chapter 40 Jakarta, 6° 12′ 0″ S, 106° 49′ 0″ E, Soekarno-Hatta International Airport

While walking through the Soekarno-Hatta airport airbridge, Andalas remembered short messages sent by the Consultant. I'm in danger! OWC is after me!

They targeted the Consultant to find out who killed Hugo Caciedo. If the Consultant was caught, OWC's eyes would be on him. Andalas was not sure that the Consultant could keep his mouth shut facing OWC torture.

He should have flown to Hong Kong first to meet the Consultant and took him to safety. But the Target W-03 that he managed to track was in Jakarta, Indonesia. Andalas was afraid of losing him. Investigating the whereabouts of top OWC leaders was even more difficult than finding organizational figures.

They were very illusive. They appeared and disappeared from one place to another in a very short time. OWC had strong leaders but less organized compared to the Organization.

The target of W-03 was a Prince from the Arabian Peninsula. Rich, ambitious, fanatic, and deadly. This prince was also Stepmother's trusted confidant besides Hugo Caciedo. He was rarely seen in public but had a broad network in the world of business, crime, terrorism and violence.

With his financial strength, before joining the OWC organization, the Prince, whose nickname was Al Lahab which meant fiery storm, often caused chaos in Europe and the U.S.

Many said that he did what he did because of his faith but intelligence analysts believed that he did it for the sake of financial gain. He had businesses that was very close to China and Russia. So that when Europe or the U.S. were distracted by terror, his companies could reap huge profits in the international market due to reduced competition.

Information obtained by Andalas said that Prince Al Lahab would be in Jakarta, Indonesia for two days. His private plane was scheduled to arrive at Soekarno-Hatta Airport in two hours.

Andalas knew that the only chance to kill the prince was at the airport. Therefore, after the horrendous incident in Brazil, he quickly flew to Indonesia, his homeland.

Andalas would prepare a rousing welcome for the "Fiery Storm".

Andalas was familiar with the airport. In the past, when he was still in the care of Doctor Aslan, he often flew from this terminal to Istanbul, where his adoptive father lived.

Now he was back after several years of dangerous jobs overseas. His heart aches a little when he remembers that his family in the village perished because of the malaria epidemic.

Even now he could see the tension at the biggest airport in his country. Security and medical personnel were on standby everywhere. Special scanners to detect Tropical Bacteria were installed at each departure and arrival gate. Everyone at the airport wore masks that covered their mouths and noses and special glasses to prevent themself from transmitting the terrible bacteria through the slightest wound.

Andalas exited the immigration check and took a taxi to an international cargo service which was still in the airport area but had a different terminal to pick up his equipments. The Kitchen shipped them with the fastest delivery available. Andalas also had plans with the service.

After receiving the travel bag containing the separate parts of the Sako TRG 42, Andalas asked for the rest room in the warehouse. With his bag, Andalas went into the dressing room of the expedition workers instead of going to the rest room.

The changing room was empty because it was rush hour. This room would only be crowded in the morning or evening. Andalas hurriedly opened one of the lockers after checking the schedule on the table. This person named Agus would only enter the second shift tonight.

His eyes scanned the warehouse after exiting the changing room. There was a long bag that probably contained a package of golf clubs lying in the storage room just arrived. Andalas took the bag and carried it into the toilet. He quickly assembled the Sako TRG 42 and put it in a golf bag that had all its contents removed and stored above the toilet ceiling. Thirty more minutes. He must be on time.

Andalas got into a special car for luggage carriers and moved out of the warehouse. He had already studied the blueprint of this airport. Private plane flights would be directed to the far end of the apron. Not far from this international cargo warehouse. Halim Airport, which was normally used for private flights, was currently closed due to maintenance.

Andalas drove the luggage carrier slowly. He was calculating the right timing when the plane finished taxiing and stopped on the apron.

And Andalas' calculation was precise. An unnamed Boeing 737 NG plane stopped on a private flight apron. Andalas estimated the distance to the plane was no less than 200 meters. He waited a moment. It was not the time yet.

The plane door opened. Andalas walked casually back as if he was checking the luggage in the luggage cart which was curtained on either side. Andalas entered one of them. Took out the Sako TRG 42 and took aim from inside that small stuffy and hot space.

Several people exited the plane door after the special ladder car that closed all the way down to the fuselage. Andalas waited patiently.

Several people seemed to come out to the apron area from the closed stairs. The guards. Followed by several others who looked alert and always looked around. This was the first ring guard.

It was only then that he appeared to be walking with dignity, a man in his 40s who was handsome and dapper with a smile that grew arrogantly. His smile disappeared in an instant as his chest felt like it was being stabbed by a thousand tips of a dagger that made his breath stop. Prince Al Lahab fell with a small hole through his expensive coat in the chest.

Andalas put the Sako TRG 42 back into the golf bag. Then came out drenched in sweat and drove the baggage car back to the cargo warehouse.

The Fiery Storm had been extinguished.

His flight Cathay Pacific CX 798, Jakarta-Hong Kong would depart in one hour. He had to hurry.