The Head of the Base leaned back slightly in his chair, fingers interlocked, eyes sharp.
"It seems," he said slowly, "you came here with your own terms already prepared."
A faint smile crossed PK's face—not arrogance, not mockery—just quiet confidence.
"Yes," PK replied. "I did."
He straightened and began calmly, as if discussing a routine technical specification rather than negotiating with the highest authority of a military base.
"First," PK said,
"I will protect this base remotely—from my own location.
Only in a dire situation will I physically step into the base."
He paused, letting the weight of his words settle.
"Second," he continued, voice steady,
"From this moment onward, my history must be classified at the highest level."
The room grew still.
"No records.
No background trails.
No origin.
No identity."
His eyes briefly swept across everyone seated there.
"Who I am, where I came from, and what I do—will be known only to the people in this room.
Without my permission, no one else learns anything."
Then PK added, calmly—but unmistakably firmly:
"If even a single detail about me leaks… you can forget my existence."
The Head of Security slammed his hand on the table.
"That's a threat!" he shouted, standing up abruptly.
"How dare you come into a military base and issue warnings to us?"
In one swift motion, the security head drew his sidearm and aimed it directly at PK.
The twins froze.
Selene sucked in a sharp breath.
PK didn't move.
Didn't blink.
He simply looked at the gun, then back at the man holding it.
"Are you sure," PK asked quietly,
"you want to shoot me?"
Not defiant.
Not loud.
Just… certain.
The atmosphere cracked.
Before anyone else could react—
"Sit down."
The command cut through the room like steel.
Major General Joshua had risen to his feet.
"Put the gun away," he said, voice calm but absolute.
"And do not repeat that mistake."
The Head of Security stiffened, then slowly lowered the weapon and sat back down, jaw clenched.
The General turned to PK, studying him anew—not as a hacker, not as an asset—
—but as an equal negotiating power.
"Go on," the General said.
"Finish your terms."
PK nodded once.
Unshaken.
Unintimidated.
Invisible—but undeniably present.