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Post by Amos Knyarilay on Sept 9, 2015 1:46:41 GMT -8
"In politics, 'impressive' can mean a lot of things. Regarding your work, I think, the term is a little more clear-cut. There are many good reasons why I wanted to speak to you and not some other agent."
Impressive meant many things, that he chose to use that word because of time restriction. If he had more time, Amos would describe Ludwig B's works as quick, efficient and effective. The extra seconds spent would be too much a praise in their first meeting. Efficiency is the key to solve many problems, and Amos was eager to see him working up close. The German's last sentence however, made him wondered what reasons he spoke about.
Amos returned his comment with a polite smile and seated himself back. "Tea, if it's alright with you. Thank you for the offer," he added as a courtesy. Amos had his coffee earlier today and he did not want to play with fate; his stomach lately was unable to handle as much coffee as he consumed in his younger years. "Of course, I'm looking forward to it." Exchanging ideas, opinions and news would be a great start getting to know him.
Ludwig B happened to be involved in cases which piqued the agent's interest. About the growing underworld in England. When he was told he would be transferred here, Amos spent some time reading recent case files available to him.He started from the small cases that linked to the bigger fish, snappers* of the crime world. The German's name appeared in later files, followed with notes how his involvement contributed quite a lot to the desired results.
"What do you make of this?"
"Many things," Amos shifted in his seat, his eyes were following the taller man as he took a rather thick book. He pulled it close and opened the first case -- its title sparked familiarity in his mind as he had read it in Lyon's archive library. Nevertheless, Amos read it again; and as he suspected, this paper brought up more information he didn't find in the INTERPOL office. After all, it wasn't a law enforcement. They existed to assist the police, to pass information. Not to chase the criminals on the streets.
"This bank robbery," he refers to the case on top, "looks like an ordinary, low level criminals' doing. They targeted a small bank and seemingly unorganized, shown by the bickering happened between the robbers as one of the bank staff said. However, the driver was not a newcomer in the crime world. London's world, yes, but across Europe he has shown up in cases linked to a prominent group based in Moscow. A skilled driver." Amos proceeded to the second case, but paused to see what the politician thought about his comment.
Then he proceeded to skim the titles, most of them -- just like he thought -- has been archived in Lyon. "Scotland Yard's reports are very detailed. It'll be very helpful for my work here." [[ snapper here means big criminals, the small ones are anchovies; street slang ]] |
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Post by Amos Knyarilay on May 23, 2015 1:25:55 GMT -8
Adaptation came slowly but surely, showing itself little by little every day and giving Amos time to recognize its nature. His work required him to constantly move between offices, gathering data and interviewing fellow people in London's law enforcement. To be honest, he liked it here. There was an easy access to every information he needed, cooperative people (after he showed his Interpol ID, though) and fast travel around the city. He had pocketed hundreds of names in his arsenal. Thieves, robbers, murderers. Who worked for whom, who frequented what neighborhood to operate, who loved guns, who loved knives. His office now was filled with maps of London, major crime scenes related to one of the organized crimes he investigated marked with colorful pushpins. The city, its stories and strange names soon became familiar for Amos, just like he recognized the nameless paths in his home village. But not the people.
The list of acquaintances had grown larger, with more non-Interpol members he saw every day. Powerful, skillful acquaintances who kept the citizens safe from harm. Amos had been briefed about them before he moved from Lyon, yet he learned more during his data gathering here. He especially liked the efficient parliament member whose last name was hard to pronounce. Despite that, in the end every people had their own lives and the man still found himself alone once the clock struck 5 pm.
Building relation past working business was more difficult since he did not stay in his lent office from 9 to 5. And if he did, the documents swallowed all his attention. When it's time to leave the office he would be too exhausted to do anything but sleep. Perhaps he's really getting older, like his brother once told him when Amos complained about being exhausted too fast.
Nevertheless, he made an effort to visit The Good Companions, a local bar he passed every day, whenever he had some time left. The bartender was quite talkative as well after knowing that he was new in the city, quickly providing him about anything he asked. The drinks they offered were at reasonable prices, albeit weird in his dictionary (fruit flavored? with cream? is this juice or alcoholic drink?). So he ordered nothing but the regular beer in his visits, just like today. The beer was not exceptional on his taste buds, but not too bad either. Its color resembled nutmeg juice served in his brother's restaurant and he liked to imagine he was drinking the juice instead of the beer.
Amos' thoughts came to a halt when a silhouette approached from the corner of his eye, a person he had seen several times in air conditioned office. Michael Collins, head of the Counterterrorism Initiative.
"Mr. Collins," he raised his glass a little and nodded to return the greeting. "I don't come every day, only when I'm not too tired to hear the latest gossips." The Good Companions wasn't as loud as The Shoreditch, making it a perfect place to eavesdrop some gossips. Not that he was someone who liked to do so, but people with loud voices tend to make their business broadcasted around other guests.
He leaned back in his chair, offering a polite smile. "Sure." Collins was not a total stranger to him, therefore Amos welcomed this opportunity to know him further. |
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Post by Amos Knyarilay on May 3, 2015 1:15:39 GMT -8
Amos did not mind loneliness, but a prolonged one started to drive him restless. Before Lyon and London, the only place where he involved with a truly international environment was Kuala Lumpur. While language barrier was almost non-existent, the culture made him felt like being caged. At least here he could just drown himself in his work, momentarily postponing social interaction that is not related to the job. Eventually he could open up comfortably and even built several close friendships. Now he just had to do the same here.
Problem was he had no idea where to start. His neighbors in Milford Flats were still uneasy with his presence; either because he came from a land further than Narnia or because he worked with the cops. The flats were not too shabby, and located at a decent neighborhood, but he would never know if there was a criminal or two lurking here under commoners' disguise. Surely his presence would cause an unease upon them. On the other hand, he did not see any of his co workers on daily basis. Their meetings were short and to the point, leaving a little chance to get to know them past their job description.
Anyway, today he had an appointment with a man who held a high position in the government. It was quite a surprise, for Amos did not expect a man of his caliber would be invited to a lunch with Mr. Ludwig B, the future prime minister of England, as some articles online said. A reliable member of parliament who was dedicated to his job. Amos thought perhaps they would get along well. Their views were similar and he rather liked his determination in eradicating crimes. The only problem he had with the MP was pronouncing his last name. Amos had familiarize himself with Western names, but even then he often encountered names like this, names that forced him to twist his tongue in a way he never tried before. The INTERPOL agent practiced his pronunciation as he fixed his tie in front of the mirror, yet his attempts were fruitless. The closest name he could say was 'Beil-smith' and that did not even similar to how it was written.
Man, why don't they pronounce things as they are written? It'd make life a hundred times easier.
After struggling with his phone's alarm (it was his older brother idea to make a reminder for every appointment Amos had; too bad one of his kids assigned a tacky song as a reminder), he left his flat and headed to the parliament. Amos could say he enjoyed the trip, that part of London was the nicest and tidiest place he had ever seen. People at the security check mentioned the MP's last name several times, but they did it too fast and Amos did not want to arrive late by asking them to check his pronunciation.
"Mr. Beilschmidt is ready to see you, sir." The woman on the front desk informed him and gave a direction to his office. Amos thanked her and went ahead, knocking on the closed door.
”Please come in.”
"Good afternoon," Amos smiled and offered his hand to the man sitting behind the only desk in the room. His appearance was neat, showing that he held an authority over the city. Good impression. "I'm Amos Knyarilay, from INTERPOL's organized crime division. Thank you for inviting me, I've heard impressive things about you from my fellow agents." |
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Post by Amos Knyarilay on Mar 4, 2015 13:19:55 GMT -8
Blinding. Her office was blinding -- too clean, too sharp to his liking. He felt out of place, and somehow glad that it was not his office. Although if the ICPO were to assign him an office, Amos would request a small modest room on the first floor with quick access to the garden. At least she had a plant to soften the whole atmosphere.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Knyarilay. I apologize if you faced any inconvenience on your way here, and I trust that your journey wasn't too trialing. My name is Cerys Lewis, Detective Chief Inspector of Scotland Yard."
Firm handshake. Not too strong, not too soft. Professional tone. If they were meeting on the streets, he would not guess Ms. Lewis as a cop. She could be a secretary, a teacher, a manager or any other jobs but not a cop. Her first impressions were good, now he just needed to see her capability as a chief inspector.
Amos seated himself, welcoming the soft cushion with a brief sigh. Even a short walk from the underground train station tired him. Darn, he's getting old. Maybe he should get one of those fancy segway-thing so he would not have to walk anymore.
"I apologize that Superintendent Investigator Mark Hudson will not be able to work directly with you at this time due to other obligations that he must attend to. However, I hope that we will be able to effectively work together in addressing the problem at hand."
He only nodded at that. The British Police were easy to work with, that was what her superior in the ICPO said. If things sailed smoothly they probably would never need Hudson's help save for an announcement or two. Ms. Lewis took a handful of documents and laid them on the table. Amos recognized several names printed on them: White Lotus, Front of Liberation -- now that was a name he could not help but recognize; they had occupied some columns in other European newspapers. The "Bratva" was not uncommon among his coworkers; it was an unofficial code for a large mafia sprawling all over Europe originating from Russia. Some names were less known to him, but he guessed he would find more information about them once he accessed ICPO's database.
Now, where to start...?
"...O Ceallaigh had escaped and is still at large."
Amos' attention went back to Lewis, his hand pulling the TRS document closer to his eyes. Their base was close, their objective was more than mere money, their leader had escaped and as they were talking now, might be gathering his old allies to strike London once more. FOL too.
"I will need more information about the White Lotus and the Bratva. In the meantime we can focus on TRS and FOL." He placed the document back. "Money is not their sole objective here, unlike the other two." He fell silent. Both Bratva and Lotus might have other objectives, yet as long as it remained unknown to them, they should focus on the bigger threats first.
"I can contact Lyon for further assistance if needed," he referred to the French town where ICPO headquarter lies. "How about the Counterterrorism Initiative? I have been told that they lead the investigation about them." Come to think of it, a CI staff should be here with them.
Something did not feel right. Amos opened the TRS document again and began to read it thoroughly. |
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Post by Amos Knyarilay on Feb 7, 2015 3:36:31 GMT -8
Amos was nervous. A little. Alright, he had to admit he was quite nervous.
Rubbing his rough palms together, Amos re-read the e-mail on his smartphone once again, just to be sure he had understood its contents thoroughly. Beside his phone, a plate of half finished breakfast -- reheated dinner leftovers -- was laid forgotten as its owner's busy mind kept jumping from food to work to coffee and work.
Today he was scheduled to meet his contact in the Scotland Yard (what a strangely fancy name for a police headquarter). Amos believed at least three other officers would be going along with him, but the Interpol needed all the resources they had to solve an art heist happening in the Netherlands. The case had been a mystery for two decades, involving famous paintings being replaced with their identical duplicates, and somehow escaped even the most scrupulous eyes. Only him who had no experience with European smuggle rings, hence he was chosen to stay in London. Too bad, the country was listed in one of the places Amos wanted to visit while he was working here. Maybe another opportunity would come up later.
He had two hours before his scheduled meeting, so Amos picked up his spoon and began finishing his cold food. The person he was supposed to meet was the Detective Chief Inspector; someone named Lewis. Or Kirkland. Or Lewis Kirkland. Then the Chief Inspector would brief him about the criminal organizations in London and together build plans to lure them out. That simple, yet the man could not shake off his nervousness. He had this feeling too before his Lyon job started months ago. Adaptation was not easy, though he did managed it anyway. His doubts were based on different business culture in London and Lyon, which was logical. Amos expected he would not need a long time to fit in.
After cleaning his empty dishes, Amos changed into his working attire -- a dark blue buttoned shirt with matching belt and trousers, gathered his important belongings and headed to the Scotland Yard -- his mind silently chuckled at why it was named such despite being at the heart of London; nowhere near any Scot's yard, even. During his train ride, Amos busied himself with his phone, and nearly missed his stop had a restless kid who sat beside him did not mimic the announcer's words aloud.
Scotland Yard building was huge, an at least fifteen story building of steel wrapped in glass. Even the police headquarter in Jakarta was not this big. Holding his briefcase close, Amos passed through the security checks and went to the receptionist. "I have an appointment with... Detective Chief Inspector Lewis Kirkland. I believe my presence has been expected."
"And you are...?"
"Amos Knyarilay from the ICPO."
The receptionist was a woman, ten years older than the Indonesian judging from her graying hair. "Ms. Lewis? Hmm, no one else is named Kirkland in here... I'll take you to her office, young man." As she left her post and Amos followed behind, he tried not to think about her words too much. Mid forty was nowhere close to 'young' in any culture's definition.
She led him into an elevator, and accompanied him until it reached the seventh floor. "Her office was the third door on the left."
"Thank you."
There was no striking difference between this floor and the ground floor, except the lack of people walking here and there. The interior was rather minimalist, the walls were paneled with faux wooden textures, contrasting the steel structure that sustained this building. Amos found his destination without much trouble, and about to knock it, but a young man went and opened it for him. "You have been expected, Mr. Knyarilay," said he, magically succeeded pronouncing his last name just with a tinge of British accent.
Why of course. It's been five minutes since the appointed time.
Much to his surprise, Detective Chief Inspector Lewis Kirkland was a woman, and quite young too. Amos estimated she was no older than thirty. He kept his surprise for himself and walked forward to properly introduce himself, just like he did to the receptionist a moment ago. Afterwards, he went straight into business.
"I have been told that there is a noticeable rise in criminal activity in London. My superiors indicated that several international organizations are using the city as their operation bases. I wonder what makes them suddenly take an interest in London." Once the sentences were spoken, his nervousness diminished greatly. Relief flooded his nerves. |
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Post by Amos Knyarilay on Jan 22, 2015 1:02:39 GMT -8
The garden was calling for him, inviting his legs to go further and further away. Inside, inside, into the maze of trees and flowers decorated with humans of London. Amos was more than happy to oblige, to let himself being swept away by the beauty that is the Kensington Garden. The loud noise of busy streets was left far behind him, no louder than a fly's buzzing wings. The smell of smoke and steel could not reach him as long as Amos stayed in the garden.
Truly the best place to sit and read. Yet too bad what he brought to read could not be called a leisure; it was part of a tedious work. Amos specifically requested his superior to give him the hard copy of the document they sent via e-mail. He was told to take it himself at the Interpol's branch office, but he had no idea it would be so thick and heavy, it could not fit in his briefcase. Which would be troublesome if it's raining. But his name would not be Amos if he had no backup plan. The man had a couple of plastic bags in his briefcase, useful to store his fold-able wet umbrella. They were big enough for the documents. That should solve the problem at least.
Amos passed a large fountain surrounded by neatly trimmed bushes and flowers. He stopped by to listen to the water sounds and people murmuring around the fountain. How peaceful... but everything was too tidy to his liking. It was clear that this place was maintained regularly, yet the man preferred the nature to shape and form things on its own will without humans' intervention. Wild - a chaotic wilderness in the middle of concrete jungle.
Park benches were placed between the bushes, most of them were already being sat on. Amos walked further from the large fountain until he located another one. Smaller, and still surrounded with benches. Wide branched trees stood behind them, shading the park goers from the sun. Amos set his belongings on one of the empty place and placed his hat beside him before he started reading. For awhile his reading went uninterrupted until a gust of wind stole his hat and flew it across the fountain.
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Post by Amos Knyarilay on Oct 22, 2014 1:13:27 GMT -8
| Amos Knyarilay
he doesn't sign up for trouble or looking for one
trouble always finds him
am kidding he has gone through a lot of stuff let him have nice things this time |
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Calm and serious are how Amos' coworker describe him. During working hours, Amos does nothing but working, rarely leaving his station/desk to chat with people. He can concentrate very deeply, so deep that if you call his name he won't even hear it. His brain rarely rests; there is always a multitude of thoughts roaming his mind at once if his attention is not ficed on any particular object. His default expression resembles someone in deep thought, often accompanied by an intense staring. Since he had people questioning this habit before, Amos always hold something in his hand whenever he's bored (like in public transportation), so his eyes will not wander to other people. To initiate an interaction with him when he's in deep thinking mode, call his name softly or tap his shoulder gently. He doesn't appreciate abrupt interruption.
Amos enjoys a company, and is a patient listener as well. He can handle listening to the most talkative person, occasionally responding with a nod or even a question related to the topic. Amos knows some people rarely get a chance to be heard, so he gladly gives them a little chance for that. On the other hand, Amos prefer to keep his personal opinion to himself, and only shares it if he thinks it's important enough for other people to know. Often he needs to remind himself that his opinion does matter, so he must speak it up. Though if his opinion disagrees with his superior's, Amos will feel more hesitant to say it. He used to agree with everything Albert said, and then also his superiors at the police force, so going against them feels alien for him.
He appears like a gentle person on the outside, which is true, but he has trouble with handling emotions-- other people's emotions to be precise. A strong emotion display overwhelms him easily. His first response is blocking them out, which may be useful or disadvantageous depends on whose emotion is that. The emotion-blocking is useful during crisis situation, or anything that requires quick response because his mind immediately looks for a way to solve the situation and dismisses emotional reactions. On the other hand, he can be easily influenced if the emotion comes from people he respects, since Amos tries not to disappoint them. Albert used it against him in the past, so afterwards Amos started to avoid emotional conflict. Sadly, it created rift between him and his children in the future. His definition of "being a good father and husband" only covers physical needs, so he thinks everything will be okay as long as he brings enough money for his family. He is currently trying to be emotionally closer to his children.
Because of cultural clash and the rapid development of technology, Amos sees everything new to him with a bit of suspicion. The man half-blamed technology for the rift between him and his children, particularly the middle child. Amos doesn't even own a cellphone until his mother persuaded him to do so, yet he still struggles with its fancy functions. But he understand that mastering technology is essential for his career, so he can push aside his disliking. He may take a long time to fully operate a gadget, but he is a patient learner and hardworker; soon he'll master it.
Amos upholds the rules and always sticks by them. His police training drilled discipline into his schedule; Amos always arrives on time, leaves work on time and rarely missed a deadline-- most of his paperworks are always finished ahead of deadline. The man is very dedicated to things he perceived as his responsibility. Amos double-checks his works, his plans and his preparations. And about the latter, he prepares himself for almost every possible situation that may come crossing his path. If you go through his belongings, you will find he is ready for a minor injury, rain, lack of writing utensils, etc. Still, sometimes the universe can surpise him with unexpected turn of events. His life experiences give him a high level of endurance.
Because he obeys his superiors to a t, he might come as easily manipulated. But his experience in the police makes him always question some things that don't quite make sense in his mind. Sure he will still do whatever his boss asks, but if it gets to be too suspicious, Amos will start conducting investigation himself. This is rarely happens, but if it does, then maybe there is something wrong with his superior. His intuition is good, yet he rarely uses it, always thinking it's illogical. From this obedience, Amos expects his work will be rewarded handsomely, or at least he will be given recognition. Until today he always receive what he deserved...
In handling conflicts, Amos tries to steer away from physical violence. He can't handle verbal violence, especially against a woman, afraid he will hurt them by his words. Amos is a man of action, not of words after all. But physical violence reminds him of his brother and how easy Albert used it against others. So far he is able to keep his head cool in most situation, though. Because action is the way he speaks, most of the time you will rarely hear him complaining-- his 'complains' mostly comes out as something like "...I left my socks on the laundry, I don't think they will survive this downpour. I hope the wind won't fly them to my neighbor's window" spoken with a flat, if not joking, tone.
Despite coming off as someone solemn and serious, his favorite entertainment is comedy. Be it jokes told by a coworker, a movie, or simply a humorous story he stumbled upon in a newspaper. Humor is a good way to get to know him further. Some jokes sometimes don't work on him because of cultural differences, but he'll be happy to hear its explanation. Because his jobs can be intense, humor gives him a way to escape the tense atmosphere and relax. In informal setting, he can be quite talkative too, especially if you show interest about his background. A skilled person could fish a lot of information from him, but never his personal and family details.
About anger... well, it takes a lot of effort to make him show his wrath. Anger reminds him to Albert and Amos' early years in the police force. He'd rather suppress it than showing to people that his patient has run out. It's still seeping through his facade, however. Amos will pull his hair, delay his decision or make an illogical one. The last stage is marked with him slamming a surface, raising his voice and last, throwing a punch. Personally insulting him will result to the last stage appearing. It doesn't last long, often Amos regrets what he did when he's blinded with anger.
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Swimming/diving: preferably in a natural place: lake, river or the sea. He doesn't really like indoor pool, but he'd use it if there's no other choice. Amos is currently looking for a pool close to his apartment.
Soccer: His childhood games could be separated into two categories: playing with nature and soccer. Aside from playing he also enjoys watching soccer leagues.
Comedy: movies, especially. It's where he can release the tension from work. You might be surprised at seeing how hard he laughs, considering Amos always looks serious at work.
Hardworking people: he really appreciates their work, even though it's imperfect. They remind him of his mother.
Social interaction: Amos doesn't enjoy long, mundane talking that happens in most social gathering. What he likes is the atmosphere, the sense of belonging that engulfs everyone without exception. He needs time to warm up to a new environment, so sometimes he turns down invitation if he doesn't know the participants well enough.
Nature/Wildlife/Sea: They are soothing him. Large open areas are his favorite, be it land or sea. Their 'endlessness' is fascinating. They tempt him to discover more and more, to never stop walking. Every places he had visited hold this similar feel, even metropolitan megacities.
Fishes and cassava: Langga roko!
Rain: As a young boy he likes the rain only because it means free drink and shower. Now he likes it because it makes the world cold for a while. Perhaps he's one of few people who likes the fact that London often gets rain.
Visual arts: Painting, sculpture, even street art. Anything that doesn't involve movements. They are static, silent--but in silence they are screaming a story, containing hidden messages that transcends the barrier of time. Amos can stand for a long time in front of an artwork, trying to 'understand' it. He also likes street arts, such as graffiti, although it sparks bitter memories linked to Albert.
Getting recognized/acknowledged: It's how he measure his success. He used to look for recognition from his family, then his seniors and bosses. Someday he wants to be the one who gives recognition to other people.
Birds/flying: birds are beautiful, strong, yet vulnerable. The polluted, darkened sky is not a suitable place for them to roam. Amos has heard stories about birds being lost, misguided by a city's lights at night or lost their home because of deforestation. He wants to save them somehow. He also likes their flying ability, too bad his first flying experience leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. | Dry/cold weather: France is cold but England is colder. He's dreaded by the idea of going through the winter and facing a sunless world longer than he used to be.
Change of plans/Interruption: Amos likes to plan his actions ahead, so there is a solid path he can follow by the time he has to take action. A change means he has to undone his established plans and he needs some quiet time to build a new one again. Best not to interrupt him when he's in his thinking mode or he will stay moody for hours. It is usually not shown.
Illegal hunters/Pirates: They made him busy throughout his days of being a police. He especially hates people who smuggle endangered animals. Those poor souls...
People who do not appreciate food: As in people who cook without knowing what they are doing. The failure they call cooking is unsuitable for human consumption. Since no one wants to eat them they automatically go to the trash bin. There's also people who don't want to eat just because they don't like the food made for them. Amos knows what starvation feels like, like the rest of his family. That's why Agustinus starts his restaurant business, something Amos admires from his sickly oldest brother.
Overly sweetened coffee: he likes his coffee black, with a little sugar or none at all. Amos tried one of those fancy coffee once and disliked it immediately. The sweetness attacked his tastebuds. Ew.
His cellphone: this #%$^ thing doesn't work right at the moment he needs it the most. The touchscreen is overly sensitive, the battery won't last more than 48 hours-- Amos would rather carry a landline phone instead if it's socially acceptable and able to receive/make calls on mobile. |
Better education for children: Not just his children, but every children around the country, if not the world. A friend of his told him how her very first routine before studying was sweeping goats poop from their floorless classroom. Another had only one teacher - who was also the headmaster and janitor - all alone handling six classes. Amos wants to send his kids to better schools abroad and, once his political career started, improving education back home.
To be a professional soccer player/actor/president: This is his childhood dream, which is similar to many other kids' living around him. He felt he had no chance to do the first two, so his plan after his Interpol work finished is to join a political party at home.
Retiring peacefully: Preferably with his youngest kid, so he can watch his future grandkids grow around him. Though first he had to mend the relation with his children.
Sailing the inner seas: Months of adventure on the seas! Young Amos dreamed sailing to unknown waters, finding unknown islands. Now he just wants to sail the seas by himself. | Lung cancer: Amos had been smoking for decades before Anna could persuade him to quit. Although he has been tobacco-free for years he is still afraid the cancer will show up one day without notice.
His family sick/dying while he was away: Agustinus health is never as good as his younger brothers. If something happened to him, the rest of the family would rely on Amos. Sure his sister-in-law and their stepfather could handle his business, but Amos feels that the entire thing is his responsibility. And if one of his children fell ill, he would really have no idea what to do; Anna was always the one who took care of a sick kid, and Amos' part usually only paying doctor bills.
A crying person: what are you supposed to do? Pat them in the back? Give them a handkerchief? What if they are wailing, oh my god. Amos saw his mother cried the day Albert was reported missing by local police, and all he did was watching her. He's afraid to say a wrong thing too.
Albert: Since his high school days, Albert controls people through fear. To Amos, he played his role as a big brother well, slowly guiding him to do things he liked. When he's angry, he shows it to everyone, making sure to never disobey him anymore. Young Amos emulated these traits for a few years until he left home and Saraiya scolded him. He just glad Anna never heard anything about him anymore, but the fact that neither Saraiya and Agustinus heard nothing from Albert made him somewhat worried. A part of him wanted Alber to come home, at least to see their mother again, but another part - the one trained as a police - knew that it's better for him to disappear and never return again. |
Amos was born in the sea. To be precise, in a small overloaded boat that was bringing his mother, Saraiya, to another island. Storm and high tide had delayed her journey, causing little Amos to born a tad late. Nevertheless, he came to the world as a rather healthy child. Amos' childhood was filled mostly with outdoor activities; whether it was swimming at the beach, playing in a swamp, exploring the jungle or enjoying rain shower. He had two older brothers, both living in another province since they had started school, Agustinus and Albert. Their father passed away shortly before Amos' birth, and by the time he was two Saraiya married Alan, a man working for the government. His office was in a town facing the large Tomini Bay, where the family moved in after the marriage. Since the stepfather's salary barely covered their needs, Saraiya helped him by working at a restaurant and Amos went with the fishermen during school holidays. Amos grew up among his neighbors, fishermen who relied on the bay for living. His childhood was fairly normal, despite that he often engaged in a fight with his playmates. His grades were considered good among his peers, although he had a hard time to stay in his chair during exams.
Unlike his brothers who left home to stay with a relative when they started elementary school, Amos stayed with Saraiya until he finished junior high. Her reasons were because she was unwilling to part with her youngest child and the school near their home was rebuild to afford more students. Agustinus and Albert always went home during holidays, which is also Amos' only chance to bond with them. Agustinus, three years older than Albert, was a bit sickly and often prefer staying inside the home with a stack of book. Albert was his total opposite. Little Amos viewed him as the cool brother who kept having adventures and lots of friends everywhere. Their stepfather, while he was a good breadwinner, was also extremely busy advancing his career. So it was Albert Amos looked up to.
When Amos started highschool, Saraiya sent him to live together with Albert, two years older and a senior at a highschool in Makassar. Amos' view on him was still the same, but what their parents didn't know was the fact that Albert was infamous for involving in fights against other schools, illegal racing and public vandalism. His friends were more like followers who feared and respected him. Long story short, Albert took him under his wing. Amos knew what his brother did was not wholly legal, but in his eyes Albert was still his ideal brother. He began to neglect his studies to follow Albert in his 'adventures'; because he wanted Albert to be proud of him.
And this is where Anna comes into play.
Anna wasn't a student in their school; she was enrolled in another public school which was a hundred times better than the brothers'. She was beautiful, an honor student and had a good voice. Amos knew that she often passed their house when she went to school. Apparently Albert had been infatuated with her in the last two years, yet he never approached her because of their different status and the fact that she was dating (according to Albert) the biggest jerk in the neighborhood, Andi. Albert knew the places she frequented, and since Amos was living with him, he decided to get more information about Anna from Amos. The sophomore registered at a local library only to check the books she read (surprisingly, they have a similar taste in reading), the community activities she did, everything. Eventually he befriended Anna, simply to make her believe in him so Albert can approach her more easily.
Yet before Albert could make such a move, he gotten into a fight with Anna's school. Amos didn't know exactly what happened, but he suspected it had to do with Anna and Andi. The boys both brought their friends so it escalated into a mass fight. Anna's classmate who happened to cross the street at that time got dragged into the fight and heavily injured. He wasn't a friend of Andi's and had to spent the rest of the school year in hospital. Investigation conducted by the police concluded that it was Albert who injured him. Both Andi and him were later expelled by their schools. Amos hadn't involved in the fight and had no idea if his brother ever planned it. The one thing that he got from the incident was a realization of Albert's true nature. That his brother was not a good role model like he always thought, his facade completely ruined. Amos visited the injured student with his parents and Anna, and that was the last time he saw her.
Amos left Albert's friends, and as he had left their house to disappear to god-knows-where, he had the freedom to steer his school life back on the right track. He joined soccer club and participated in student council as well. Albert was away from the family's life, not even his friends knew his whereabouts. As soon as he disappeared, his friends scattered and no longer participated in fights or illegal racing.
Finally Amos finished his high school well. His grades weren't the best and twice he failed university exams. So he chose to enter the national police academy. Amos was always interested in protecting the seas, so fishermen could safely sail and get their catch. His time in the academy was great, compared to his high school years. Agustinus had finished his master degree and now expanding his restaurant business from home with their mother. So Amos didn't have to worry when his duty made him unable to go home. Nothing exceptional happened in most of his early career as a police, except one.
His team had detected a smuggling ring focused in drug dealing and human trafficking via the oceans. They managed to prevent one of their boats to enter Indonesian waters. During interogation, however, the man they thought as the branch leader whispered something that made Amos froze.
"Albert was right. You really look like him."
It had been more than seven years since Amos last heard about him. The rest of his family heard nothing either. Amos' bosses pulled him from the case, which he complied despite his wish to look for his missing brother. He handled cases happening in big cities for a while, until one day he met Anna again. She had graduated from university and now working as elementary school teacher. One thing led to another and they married a year later.
His brief encounter with Albert's news was soon became a thing in the past that he never shared with anyone else. His career rose pretty quick. Anna stayed home more often after the birth of their firstborn, Ralme. A daughter followed later, named Maya; then another son, Tanta. For a while they were happy.
The police began to pick up clues about Albert's whereabouts, and this time Amos was included in the investigation. Apparently Albert was a part of an organized crime, a very sneaky one. He kept it a secret from Anna, afraid it'd spark bitter memories between them. He rarely return home or call his wife. The couple was estranged. Since their children had started school, Anna began to feel lonely. One day she announced that she's going to her parents' home in Sumbawa Islands. Knowing that Albert's organization didn't work around the area, Amos let her go.
The ship that carried her was sunken off the island's coast. Bad weather and small earthquake was suspected to be the cause. No survivors were found. After Anna's death Amos became more absorbed in his work, further estranging him from his children. He deliberately did it, because his anger rose quick and he didn't want to hurt his kids. But his performance at work turned worse, and soon he was discharged. Meanwhile, Albert was still nowhere to be found despite the police had been capturing people they believed as his underlings. Amos sent his children to live with Saraiya and Alan, who had moved to Bandung as Agustinus' business expanded into restaurant chain, to pursue better education. Amos himself left the police and went back to school again. At the same time he began to reduce smoking, and in three years completely quitting it.
Once he got his master degree, Amos applied for a position within the Interpol, as Criminal Intelligence Officer focusing on Organized Crime. Unexpectedly, they accepted him and stationed him in Lyon, France. Yet he only had been there for a few months when Interpol suspected a rising criminal activity in London. Together with several officers, Amos was sent to aid the London Police Department. Currently he wants to bring his children along with him--but again, duty placed him in a rather unsafe position.
He hasn't heard anything about Albert from all the sources he can get.
But he expects something... soon. |
He didn't know where he was heading now.
The letter he received from Interpol headquarter stated that they would send someone to pick him up upon arrival, but so far Amos Knyarilay couldn't find any sign that he was waited for. The flight from Charles de Gaulle had landed earlier than the schedule said. Still, the difference was a mere minute; surely whoever they sent had been waiting here, right?
Fifteen more minutes had passed when the last passenger from Amos' flight left Heathrow with her cheerful family. He threw a brief glance at their backs as he rested his back by leaning on a column. How nice would it be, if he could bring his children to London. His contract with the Interpol only lasted for a few years, not long enough for his eldest son to finish both highschool and college. Ralme put up a tough appearance, but he knew how... broken he was when Anna was reported dead. His world was centered around her after al--
"Mr. Knyarilay?"
A young, neatly dressed man approached him, stopping the man's musing. He took Amos' attention change as a confirmation. "I am sorry for the delay. We encountered a problem on the way." He took out his Interpol-issued ID, prompting Amos to do the same. His quick movement caused the Indonesian to read only his first name, William. "We hope it isn't too troublesome for you to go to the office first before you rest?"
When the younger man mentioned trouble, Amos perked up. "Let's go then," he gathered his belongings: an old traveling bag and a thick jacket he realized he did not need upon leaving the plane. The chilly air of London felt nice, as if rain just finished washing away the dust all over the city. A small, shiny black car parked not far from them flickered its lights when they entered the parking lot. William helped Amos putting his baggage on the back seat before settling himself behind the steering wheel. Amos noticed the English drove on the right side of the road, just like at home. Nice. There would be less trouble if he needed to drive a car later.
Amos let William drove them out from the airport before asking, "would you please explain to me more about the problem?" |
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