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Chapter 262: Pressing for Answers

Chapter 262: Pressing for Answers

Chapter: Pressing for Answers

Adam stood motionless in the vast hall, the glowing holographic screens around him casting soft blue and white reflections onto the polished floor.

His piercing gaze was fixed on Krish, who sat a short distance away, his posture slightly slouched.

The air between them was tense, the silence stretching uncomfortably until Adam finally spoke.

"What is it?" Adam asked, his voice calm but firm, breaking the silence like a sharp blade. "Weren’t you supposed to make a call?"

Krish looked up, his expression equal parts confused and embarrassed.

He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, his demeanor sheepish. "Master," he began hesitantly, "Mise Sona brought me here so quickly that I left my phone at home."

Adam’s eyes shifted subtly to Sona, who hovered nearby, her delicate wings fluttering faintly.

Her reaction was predictable—she turned her head away with an exaggerated air of disinterest, refusing to meet Adam’s gaze.

It was no secret that Sona held a particular disdain for Krish, her disapproval often evident in her sharp retorts and dismissive behavior.

Adam, well aware of this dynamic, decided against addressing her attitude directly. Instead, he focused on the matter at hand.

His sharp gaze returned to the holographic screen where Pratham’s glowing blue avatar hovered. "Pratham," Adam commanded with an air of authority, "connect Krish to the President."

Pratham’s avatar gave a slight nod, his expression calm and composed.

With a subtle gesture of his hand, he activated a sequence.

Within moments, a sleek holographic screen descended from the ceiling, materializing directly in front of Krish.

The sudden appearance of the high-tech display startled Krish, and he instinctively stumbled back a step.

His wide-eyed astonishment was impossible to miss as he stared at the advanced technology in awe.

"Master," Krish said, turning to Adam with a grin that was equal parts admiration and mischief, "you’ve truly built an incredible base."

Adam raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by the flattery. "Focus, Krish," he said curtly.

Krish’s grin faltered slightly, but he returned his attention to the screen.

Before anything else could happen, Pratham’s avatar reappeared on the display, his light blue skin shimmering faintly against the stark white backdrop of the room.

"Hello, my friend!" Krish greeted Pratham cheerfully, his tone casual and overly familiar.

Pratham’s expression immediately darkened, his usually composed demeanor giving way to frustration.

His tone was sharp as he replied, "I am not your friend, Krish. And if you call me that again, you have no idea what I’m capable of."

Krish chuckled nervously, clearly enjoying the banter. "Oh, come on, Pratham. Why so angry? What are you going to do? You’re just a virtual being."

Adam observed the exchange in silence, his arms crossed. His sharp eyes flicked between the two, gauging the growing tension.

Pratham’s voice grew colder, his words dripping with subtle menace.

"If you think I’m incapable of action, then you’re gravely mistaken. I have access to plenty of... sensitive material about you, Krish. One upload to the internet, and it would go viral instantly."

Krish’s playful demeanor evaporated in an instant. His eyes widened in alarm as his grin disappeared. "What did you say?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief. Panic began to creep into his tone. "No, no—don’t do that!"

Desperation overtook him as he lunged toward the holographic screen, his hands outstretched in an attempt to grab it.

But his fingers passed straight through the projection, the intangible display flickering slightly from the contact.

Pratham’s avatar remained impassive, watching Krish’s flustered attempts with an almost amused expression.

"Perhaps," Pratham said coolly, "you should focus on your assigned tasks, rather than wasting my time with trivial chatter."

Krish, caught off balance by his own momentum, stumbled forward before quickly spinning around to face Pratham again.

His voice rose, tinged with desperation. "Promise me you won’t share anything about me online!"

Pratham’s glowing blue eyes narrowed, his tone unwavering. "I’ve made no promises to you, Krish."

The argument was escalating rapidly, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife.

Before things could spiral further, Adam’s voice rang out, firm and commanding. "Enough, both of you!"

The sheer authority in Adam’s tone was enough to silence them instantly. Krish froze mid-sentence, his protests dying in his throat.

Even Pratham’s avatar seemed to pause, the flicker of irritation in his glowing eyes dimming slightly.

Adam fixed Krish with a stern look. "Krish, do what you’ve been told," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Krish opened his mouth, clearly about to protest, but one glance at Adam’s steely expression made him think better of it.

He nodded reluctantly, stepping back from the holographic screen.

Turning his attention back to Pratham, Adam’s tone softened slightly, though it retained its edge of authority. "Pratham," he said, "connect Krish to the President now. Let’s not waste any more time."

Pratham’s avatar nodded in acknowledgment, his calm composure fully restored. "Understood, Lord Adam," he said simply.

Krish shifted nervously as Pratham began the process of connecting to the President. His earlier bravado had vanished, replaced by a subdued unease.

He cast a quick glance at Adam, whose unwavering focus made it clear that he had no patience for further delays.

For a brief moment, Krish’s eyes flickered toward Sona, who floated nearby with an air of quiet smugness.

Her tiny frame and glowing wings betrayed none of the satisfaction she undoubtedly felt at seeing Krish chastened.

Krish sighed deeply, muttering under his breath, "This is going to be a long conversation."

Adam didn’t respond, his attention firmly on the screen as the connection to the President was finalized.

The room fell into silence, the anticipation thick in the air as the next stage of their mission began to unfold.

The scene opens with Pratham, still visible on the central holographic screen, initiating a call to the President.

The room is quiet except for the faint hum of the holographic displays.

Pratham’s calm demeanor contrasts with the tension filling the space.

His digital hands move gracefully as he dials the number—the President’s personal contact, already stored in Krish’s phone.

The sound of the call ringing echoes faintly, each second stretching the suspense further.

Krish steps closer to the screen, his arms crossed and his face a mix of anticipation and irritation.

His posture radiates impatience, as though he’s preparing to confront the President with every ounce of his frustration.

Finally, the call connects. A voice—sharp, agitated, and undeniably on edge—fills the room. "Hello? Who is this? How did you get my number?" the President asks, his tone laced with frustration and suspicion.

Krish doesn’t waste a moment, his emotions boiling over as he responds sharply. "President, what have you done?"

The President’s tone shifts instantly upon recognizing Krish’s voice.

His initial frustration melts into something entirely different—respect tinged with a hint of nervousness. "Master," he says hurriedly, "why are you calling me from an unknown number?"

But Krish isn’t interested in explanations. Ignoring the question, he continues with rising intensity.

"I told you to form an alliance with the Union. But I never told you to take the decision on your own! Who gave you the authority to decide that the Union wants to ally with you? I specifically instructed you to talk to them, not act on their behalf!"

His words reverberate through the room, every syllable underscoring his frustration.

The President, startled by the accusations, stammers, his composure faltering under Krish’s interrogation. "Master, what are you saying? I didn’t make the decision on my own! The Union representatives came to me directly!"

Krish freezes, his expression shifting from anger to confusion. Slowly, he turns to glance at Adam, who stands nearby, equally stunned by the revelation. Adam’s sharp eyes narrow, his mind racing to process the President’s claim.

Without missing a beat, Adam steps forward, his commanding presence filling the room.

He meets Pratham’s gaze on the holographic screen and signals for the call to be muted. Pratham nods and mutes the audio, the President’s voice disappearing into silence.

Turning to Krish, Adam’s voice is firm, his authority unmistakable. "Ask him who came to see him and what exactly they said. We need details—names, descriptions, everything."

Krish nods, his earlier frustration now replaced by a steely determination. He motions for Pratham to unmute the call.

As the connection resumes, Krish leans toward the screen, his voice sharp and demanding.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I’ve been in contact with the the Union, and they told me they’ve never met you. So who exactly came to see you?"

The President, now visibly flustered, responds quickly, his words tumbling over each other.

"Master Krish, I saw them with my own eyes. They were right there in my conference room, sitting across from me. Ninja, Sona, and Tayo were the ones who came to discuss the alliance. This happened just this morning!"

His declaration sends a ripple of shock through the room.

Adam’s eyes widen in disbelief, his normally composed expression betraying his astonishment.

He exchanges a glance with Ninja, Sona, and Tayo, all of whom look equally stunned

Pratham, sensing the growing tension, mutes the call once again. Adam turns to face Ninja, Sona, and Tayo, his gaze piercing. "Did any of you go to the President without informing me?"

Ninja steps forward immediately, his tone resolute. "Lord Adam, I would never act without your direct orders. I haven’t left the base."

Sona, her wings fluttering with agitation, follows suit. "Lord Adam, I swear on my loyalty to you, I didn’t leave either. You can verify this with Zero or Phantom if you need to."

Tayo nods in agreement, her usually confident demeanor replaced with quiet sincerity. "Lord Adam, none of us would ever do something like this behind your back."

Adam studies their faces carefully, his sharp instincts searching for any hint of deception. Finding none, he nods slowly. "Don’t worry," he says, his voice steady but laced with tension. "I believe you."

Turning back to Krish, Adam’s tone grows decisive. "Tell the President to send us every photo and recording of those who came to him claiming to be from the Union. We need to see who they really were."

Krish nods, his resolve matching Adam’s. He signals to Pratham to unmute the call again.

As the connection resumes, Krish speaks directly to the President, his tone commanding.

"President, I need every bit of footage and all the photos from the conference room where those people met you. I need to see who they really were."

The President hesitates, a flicker of doubt crossing his face. But under Krish’s unwavering voice, he relents. "Master, I will send you all the footage shortly."

His voice carries a note of unease, as though he’s beginning to question the authenticity of the encounter himself.

As the call ends, a heavy silence settles over the room.

The hum of the holographic displays is the only sound that remains, underscoring the weight of the situation.

Adam stands motionless, his expression unreadable as he processes the implications of what they’ve just learned.

Ninja, Sona, and Tayo exchange uneasy glances, their earlier shock giving way to a sense of foreboding. Pratham’s avatar remains visible on the screen, his glowing blue eyes fixed on Adam, awaiting his next command.

Adam’s instincts tell him that this incident is more than a simple misunderstanding. Something deeper and more dangerous is at play—a force capable of impersonating his most trusted allies.

And with that, the Chapter concludes.