A man with sharp eyes stared out the window. Observed several modified cars with heavy weapons such as a rocket launcher and a machine gun. The vehicles to all the guns slung on the shoulders of the rebel soldiers were financed by his master.
His name was Michael, the name given by his master Alexandro Wijaya which means angel of war. Usually called Mike. Mike's skill in fighting was comparable to the name it bears. The war angel was mean, fearless, and cold-handed. Thirty-five years old at the time. Strong and tall stature, black hair slicked back, the effect of always using hair oil.