Hacker wars

Noah crossed his arms. "Can you backtrace how long they've been talking to each other? How long this has been going on?"

Kelvin cracked his knuckles and smirked. "Now you're suddenly interested? Five minutes ago, you were all 'Kelvin, you shouldn't be doing this' and now you're giving me assignments?"

Noah shot him a deadpan look.

Kelvin put his hands up. "Fine, fine. Let's see…" His fingers flew over the tablet's screen, navigating through its security logs. A few taps later, a timeline populated on the display.

"Bingo," he muttered. "They've been talking for about a month."

Noah hummed. "That's… not too long, but also not short enough to be a recent mistake."

Kelvin shrugged. "Blackmail doesn't happen overnight. He's been sitting on this for a while."

Noah leaned back, arms crossed. "Alright, next question—can you find out where the virus came from?"

Kelvin arched a brow. "You think someone sent it to Raven to wipe his tablet?"