But that coin was solid gold. On top, there was a carved face—the boss of Obsidian Fang himself. "Is he trying to act like a king or something?" Denton said, fiddling with it and glancing at Tyler. Tyler didn't answer. He just slipped the coin into his pocket. Even from that tiny piece of metal, he could see Obsidian Fang's ambition shining through. It was obvious the boss wasn't going to settle for just one territory. Last time they talked, he basically told Tyler to mind his own business and even tried to rope Tyler in. Tyler agreed to keep things peaceful, but he didn't take the bait. And all the wild stuff they'd seen so far? That was just five floors of Building B. When they tried to go higher, they ran into a password-locked stairwell. One wrong code, and alarms would scream. Neither of them had the right tools, and cracking it would take forever. It was a dead end. The building was packed with electronics—high-tech gear everywhere. Even before the apocalypse, that would've been impressive. Now? It was next-level. They even spotted a bird-catching net on an upper floor. They sent a mutant rat to check it out, and it reported back all clear. Tyler and Denton stepped closer. But the moment they got near the net, they froze and stepped back. After that, Denton didn't dare let Silver out anymore. Looking closer, Tyler saw the net was fully automatic. If Silver tried to fly through, she'd get caught in a second. "They know we're coming," Tyler said. They got the message loud and clear.But what those people didn't expect was that Denton had more than just Silver. His mutant rats could scout as well. After Tyler pocketed the coin, he said, "Let's get out of here." Heading up was a no-go. That password lock would only alert them. But as their rat went scouting, it came running back in a panic in less than a minute. Then, they heard fast footsteps from both directions. Clearly, a lot of people were moving. Tyler and Denton ducked into a nearby room and hid. Dyson's heavy voice came first. "Didn't Boss say Tyler would snoop around our base? We've searched up and down and seen nothing. Are you sure none of the nets got triggered?" "None at all," someone replied. "I swear I saw something alive just now. Was that a silver bird running on the ground? How'd it vanish so fast?" Dyson growled. "Stay alert! Spread out and keep searching!" Footsteps echoed, some frantic, while a few stayed behind to search this floor. Tyler and Denton glanced at each other. The room they hid in looked like a break room with ordinary stuff. They figured they'd seen enough and were ready to leave. That was when Tyler noticed a notebook on the table, with papers stamped "Confidential" underneath. His eyes lit up. Without hesitation, he shoved the notebook and papers into his storage space. The two of them suited up and jumped out the window. Just as they got away, they heard the door open. Dyson cursed, "Damn it! We missed them by a second!" But he didn't see Tyler's next move. A short flight later, Tyler made a sharp turn midair—right into Dyson's blind spot, exactly as planned. He circled back to the building, clinging to the wall like a giant spider. This time, he reached the floor they couldn't access before because of the password lock.That was the real plan all along. When Francis suggested sending fake info to Building B, the group met to decide what to leak. It couldn't be too extreme, but it had to help them. Best strategy? Mixing truth with lies. Caroline suggested, "Why not just tell them Tyler and Denton plan to check Building B?" Everyone was shocked at first, then slapped their thighs in agreement. Yeah, all was fair in war. They only dared because they trusted Tyler and Denton's skills. That type of critical info couldn't just go to Building B. They set up a chain of tricks, even using a rookie soldier to get close to Alison, treating her like a big sister. Even the little boy Caroline rescued was part of it. Kids blurt things out naturally, making the info sound more believable.