Pika quietly made his way to the person he trusted the most—someone he knew could help him and Tyga. It was late, so he planned on heading to his boss’s quarters. But as he passed through the quiet department where he used to work, he heard the tapping of keys.
"Hmm?" He slowed, holding his breath as he listened to the faint sound.
Deep lines formed between his brows as he turned toward the department, walking backward as quietly as possible. He peeked his head through the entrance, scanning the cubicles. The department was set up like an ordinary corporate office.
No one was inside... yet the tapping continued.
Slowly, Pika shifted his gaze until his eyes landed on the ajar door of the boss’s office.
Is he here? He wondered.
Pika carefully approached the office and peeked through the gap, only to see that the lights were off, but the screen was on. And seated behind it was his former boss.
"Sir?" Pika called as he pushed the door open, almost making his boss jolt in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
The man behind the desk looked up. Shock and panic were clear on his face, his eyes trembling when they met Pika’s innocent expression.
"Ah... haha!" he laughed. "Pika, don’t come in like that. You almost gave me a heart attack."
Pika smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "Sorry."
Then he snapped his eyes back up. His brows knitted slightly as he noticed his boss’s shock lingering, despite the attempt to appear calm.
When his former boss finally steadied himself, he cleared his throat and placed a hand on the desk, pushing himself up. He remained bent forward, eyes fixed on Pika.
"Anyway, what is it that you want?" he asked. "Why are you here?"
"Oh." Pika opened his mouth, then smiled. "Well..." He scratched his brow as he thought. "As you know, I was rewarded with becoming a team head and forming one. But until now, I haven’t made my decision yet."
That was because Pika understood how important this team would be. There were many amazing people in the Order, and while he worked better alone, he also understood the importance of having a team.
"I didn’t want to screw it up," he continued. "So I was working late and thought... I should come to you for advice."
His former boss studied him, catching the brief flicker of sadness when Pika looked away. He let out a shallow breath and nodded.
"But that was just an impulsive thought!" Pika raised his hands, forcing a smile. "I knew that before I reached your quarters, I would’ve changed my mind. It’s just... I found you here."
He huffed sharply. "I’ll just call it a night."
With that, Pika lowered his head and turned to leave. The moment his back faced his former boss, dread etched across his face. His heart pounded so loudly it echoed in his ears. Still, he didn’t want to show it—at least not until he felt safe.
But Pika knew...
His life was in danger.
As he neared the door, he paused when his boss spoke behind him.
"Pika," the man called, staring at his back before sighing. "I’m... sorry, boy."
*****
"Pika!"
Tyga kicked the door open, panting as the interior came into view. His eyes shook as he scanned the small private room. Some quarters were shared, but those in higher positions had rooms of their own.
Rushing inside, he checked the backroom and the bedroom. But no one was there.
"Shit," he breathed, raising his handheld radio. "They’re not here. Please find them. I don’t know where they went, but Pika’s in real danger. That guy... he’s one of them."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Tyga looked around the quarter, which felt more like a small apartment. He huffed faintly, swallowing hard.
Meanwhile...

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