Encik, how shall I address you?
The line goes quiet as TJ considers the question. He remembers the breeze as he lay on the beach cooking up this scheme.
You may call me Bayu.
Bayu, you mean like the wind?
Encik Bayu, how do we contact you?
You know you cannot contact the wind. You can only hear it when it chooses to let you, TJ chuckles.
Bayu is a master criminal, also known as The Planner, who wants to retire with a signature caper, by testing his wits against the best. What better way to achieve that than to kidnap an American and engage the CIA, he reasons. Robberies give quick highs and rewards, but he is interested in worldwide notoriety. He settles on kidnapping because the adrenalin rush lasts longer and he'll get more coverage.
No, this is no ordinary kidnapping. He is taking this public and it is to his advantage. He is not communicating with the family and that can only mean he's not open to negotiations.
More importantly, by not communicating with the family, he has eliminated the one method we had to nail him, Ong points out. We can't
track his calls.
The two men look at him.
He calls himself Bayu. Does that mean anything? Jack asks.
Bayu is wind or breeze in Malay. He is telling us we can hear, feel and see his handiwork, but not him.
But there is one problem: the target he chooses turns out to be the grandson of the US Secretary of State, and the second anniversary of the death of Osama bin Laden is coming up. When the news of the kidnapping gets out and into the press, every one is on the alert: governments, every Islamic terrorist group trying to make a claim to fame, the CIA, the Interpol and very quickly becomes an oh, shit! situation. A wonderful romp.