But in here, in this estate, missions could wait.
The estate at night glowed like something out of a sci-fi movie.
Every shadow intentional, every angle designed to make you feel like you'd stepped into the future and it was beautiful.
I walked out of the living room, leaving the warmth and conversation behind, needing air. Needing space to think.
Outside, the November night was cold enough to see my breath. LH didn't get truly cold—not like real winter—but this was close enough.
Above me, drones hummed. Invisible to the naked eye unless you knew where to look. Dozens of them, patrolling the estate perimeter, scanning for threats, recording everything. Below them, hidden in strategic positions around the property, Militarybots waited.
Silent. Patient.
Ready to turn this beautiful estate into the most dangerous place in Los Angeles if anyone was stupid enough to try breaking in.
