Meanwhile, in the cellar of the manor, Pika, Tyga, and the entire cybersecurity unit worked together. Some controlled drones that flew around the manor, equipped with thermal cameras. Others attempted to regain control of the CCTV system that had been hacked.
They were packed into the wine cellar like sardines, each focused on their respective tasks.
Earlier, Pika and Tyga had tried to leave the manor. However, they quickly realized it would take too long, and it would be risky. Tyga was the only one with acceptable combat skills, and his leg was bleeding.
So instead, they searched for a safer place where the smoke wouldn’t reach them or at least somewhere they could block it off. While moving, they ran into others from the same department and informed them of the situation. Following protocol, many of them joined Pika to assist.
Now they were crammed inside the wine cellar, compact devices open, fingers flying across keyboards.
Identifying enemies from allies wasn’t easy, especially since they were only monitoring movements. The only clear indicator was the masks the attackers wore: either on their faces or hanging loosely around their necks. However, Pika deliberately withheld that detail. If the enemies realized that was how they were being identified, it would put those fighting on the field at greater risk.
Pika flinched when someone tapped his shoulder. He turned to see Tyga pointing at his screen. Pika quickly muted his microphone and leaned over.
"They’re taking down our drones," Tyga whispered. "We don’t have many left."
If they had been in the main office, they could have deployed more. But they had only grabbed what they could before relocating.
"Try to dodge their fire," Pika whispered back, making sure he was still muted. "We’re almost clear. We’ve been pushing them back; just hold out a little longer."
He looked up and saw everyone in the cellar watching him. Some of them were from the Ravah team and had worked with him before.
"You heard the boss," one of the men snickered. "Don’t get your drones shot. We’re almost there."
"Yeah!" several others chimed in, their morale high. "Let’s defend our territory!"
Their unified voices made the wine bottles rattle.
Pika panicked. "Guys, keep it down!"
They only chuckled, shaking their heads in disbelief that the genius leading them was such a worrier. Still, they returned to work without hesitation, assisting the teams on the ground and trying to reclaim control of their systems.
Everyone worked tirelessly, trusting their lookouts to keep watch.
"I’m close," Tyga announced quietly, loud enough for the team but not for Pika’s microphone. "Assist me. I’m taking back the cameras."
He didn’t call anyone by name, but those who understood immediately helped. Soon, Tyga’s screen lit up with the manor’s CCTV feeds. If they had regained access earlier, they wouldn’t have needed to rely so heavily on thermal imaging.
Some cameras were down—shot out—but many still functioned.
Tyga quickly distributed access, especially to Pika. Now six people were verifying footage while drone operators monitored movement. Minutes passed as they continued assisting the teams clearing out the remaining enemies.
Then Tyga froze. Not just him, but everyone who had regained access to the cameras did.
"Shit," Tyga hissed.
Pika glanced up, noticing several pairs of eyes on him. Before he could ask, Tyga pressed a key, adding another camera feed to Pika’s screen.
The moment Pika saw it, his breath hitched. Now, he understood why everyone was staring at him in shock.
"Madam!" he blurted, his voice echoing through the manor and bringing everyone to a halt.
Meanwhile, in an open area of the family wing, Lola stood frozen.
"Melissa," Lola breathed. "I’m begging you."
Melissa’s lips curled into a vile smirk as she took in the sight of Lola. She gave a subtle nod to one of her men. He approached Lola. She didn’t resist as he grabbed her hands behind her back and cuffed them.
As the cuffs clicked shut, Melissa glanced coldly at Florida.
"Kill him."
Without hesitation, another man raised his rifle and aimed. When he pulled the trigger, Lola lashed out, her foot kicking backward and catching the man off guard.
BANG!
Instead of striking Florida, the bullet hit the man who had cuffed her. Everything happened in a blur. All they knew was that, Lola had shoved him directly into the line of fire.
Even Melissa flinched, barely registering the movement.
"I said... let him go, and I’ll come with you," Lola growled, her eyes sharpening as she grabbed the wounded man by the hair and shoved him away from Florida. She was already cuffed, but she still managed to take down one of them in the blink of an eye.
That spoke volumes to everyone in there.
When her gaze locked onto Melissa, it burned with fury.
"Kill him," Lola warned, her voice deadly calm, "and I’ll drag every single one of you to hell. Especially you, Melissa Young."

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