No one said a word.
The old photograph still lay on the table.
The sentence on the back felt like a bomb ready to explode.
ONE OF YOU IS THE TRAITOR.
Raka stared at Bayu.
Then Laras.
Then Deni.
No one looked panicked.
That was exactly what made the atmosphere even more suspicious.
Jaka stood with his arms folded across his chest.
“I don't know who wrote that message,” he said.
Raka turned to him.
“But you look the calmest.”
Jaka raised an eyebrow.
“Because I have no reason to be afraid.”
“Or because you already know?”
Jaka stepped forward.
“Are you accusing me?”
Raka didn't back down.
“I'm just asking.”
“Your question sounds like an accusation.”
Bayu quickly stepped between them.
“Enough.”
Raka looked away.
“We can't carry out the job under conditions like this.”
Bayu nodded.
“That's right.”
He picked up the photograph.
“From now on, no one works alone.”
Deni raised his hand.
“Then who's watching whom?”
Laras answered coldly.
“The person we trust most.”
Deni smiled.
“The problem is, we don't know who can be trusted.”
The room fell silent again.
Raka watched everyone.
He tried to remember the old photograph.
Something about it felt familiar.
Very familiar.
But his memory seemed shrouded in fog.
He knew the photo had been taken after an operation.
He knew Bayu had been there.
So had Laras.
But the man standing behind them…
Raka couldn't remember his face.
“I've seen this man before,” he murmured.
Bayu immediately turned to him.
“Who?”
“The man behind us.”
Raka pointed at the photograph.
“I feel like I've spoken to him before.”
Bayu took the photograph.
“Are you sure?”
“No.”
Raka shook his head.
“But his face feels familiar.”
Laras moved closer.
“Then maybe your memory was deliberately erased.”
Raka stared at her.
“What do you mean?”
Laras didn't answer.
Bayu, on the other hand, looked uneasy.
“Don't talk about this now.”
Raka immediately noticed the change in his expression.
“You know something.”
Bayu looked at him.
“I know we have a job to finish.”
“Bayu.”
“Raka.”
They stared at each other.
At last, Bayu sighed.
“After that operation, there were three different reports.”
Raka said nothing.
“One report stated that the mission had failed because of a communications error.”
Bayu continued.
“The second report mentioned a betrayal.”
Raka focused even more intently.
“And the third report?”
Bayu looked at the table.
“The third report never reached command.”
“Why?”
“Because the person carrying it disappeared.”
The hair on the back of Raka's neck stood up.
“Who?”
Bayu didn't answer.
Laras said quietly,
“His name was Seno.”
Raka froze.
The name struck the deepest part of his memory.
Seno.
A blurry face appeared.
A young man.
A faint smile.
A uniform soaked by rain.
Then the sound of gunfire.
Raka closed his eyes.
His head began to hurt.
“Do you remember?” Laras asked.
Raka opened his eyes.
“A little.”
Bayu looked at him.
“Don't force it.”
“I want to know.”
“Raka—”
“I want to know what happened that night!”
Raka's voice echoed throughout the warehouse.
Everyone fell silent.
A few seconds later, Raka drew a long breath.
He tried to calm himself.
Then the new phone Bayu had given him began to vibrate.
A message came in.
YOU'VE TAKEN TOO LONG.
Bayu picked up the phone.
A second message came in.
THE JOB STARTS TONIGHT.
Jaka furrowed his brow.
“Who sent it?”
Bayu showed them the screen.
There was no number.
Only one letter:
B.
Raka spoke immediately.
“Bram.”
Bayu nodded.
“Impossible.”
“Why?”
“Because Bram has never contacted us directly.”
Raka stared at the screen.
“Then someone is using his name.”
Laras stood up.
“Or Bram is testing us.”
Raka grabbed his jacket.
“Then let's find out.”
Bayu stopped him.
“We're not ready.”
Raka looked at him.
“We don't have a choice.”
Jaka gave a thin smile.
“Finally, the ex-soldier is starting to show his true face.”
Raka didn't answer.
They left the warehouse one by one.
But before he went out, Raka stopped.
He went back and picked up the old photograph from the table.
He turned it over.
The writing was still there.
ONE OF YOU IS THE TRAITOR.
Raka slipped the photograph into his pocket.
If the traitor really was among them, he would find him.
But there was one question that troubled him even more.
Why was someone so afraid of their past that they had to recruit Raka to steal a document?
That night, they gathered in an abandoned building on the outskirts of the city.
Raka stood near the window.
He saw three vehicles stop far ahead.
Bayu approached.
“Those aren't our vehicles.”
Raka nodded.
“I know.”
Jaka prepared to move.
Laras watched the road.
Deni turned off his phone.
Then the sound of an approaching vehicle grew louder.
A car stopped.
The door opened.
A man got out.
Raka recognized his face immediately.
Not Bram.
Not Adrian.
And not one of their men.
The man was someone Raka had believed dead for years.
Raka whispered,
“Seno…”
The man lifted his head.
Their eyes met.
Seno gave a thin smile.
“It's been a long time, Raka.”
Raka froze.
The memories that had been buried all this time began surfacing one by one.
And at that same moment, Seno uttered the words that made Raka's entire body tense.
“I came to tell you who the real traitor is.”
He pointed toward Raka's crew.
“And that person is here.”