The twins returned home and rested for a while, their exhaustion finally catching up with them.
Later that evening, they decided to contact PK.
Both sent a simple message.
"Hi."
The reply came almost instantly.
"Hi."
Lana typed first. "Thank you for saving us. You did us a huge favor. We owe you—big time."
PK replied casually, as if nothing extraordinary had happened.
"No worries. Just helping out. NP."
After a brief pause, Luna continued.
"There's something we need to discuss personally."
They went on to explain everything—what had happened at the base, the emergency meeting, the intensity of the questions, and the name that now echoed through the corridors of military intelligence: Mr. Fool.
Finally, Lana asked the question they had been holding back.
"Would you agree to meet the head of the base?"
PK didn't answer immediately.
"I'll think about it."
"Sure," came the reply from the twins.
The chat went silent.
PK leaned back, staring at the screen.
So… I'm exposed now, he thought.
Would this help his future—or complicate it beyond repair?
Power, influence, risk, opportunity—possibilities tangled in his mind, one after another.
Thirty minutes passed.
Then, slowly, a smile formed on his face.
He had made his decision.
PK picked up his phone and typed a single message.
"I'll meet him."
The game had just entered a new level.