There, staring at him from the other side of the laptop, was Randall.
Luckily, Kyle had been mentally preparing himself for some sort of shock, so he managed to (barely) stop his face from showing any sort of reaction that would give him away.
Kyle frowned and gave this really puzzled look as he said, "Excuse me? Sorry, but I'm not Dean."
Randall gave a slow smile, while nodding a bit, his eyes never straying away from Kyle's face as he said, "I admit. The hair colour is different, and your nose appears sharper ... but trust me. I know every inch of your face and body to be mistaken."
Kyle clenched his teeth a bit at that.
Randall should have not been able to remember how he looked like, exactly. He may have some vague impressions or memories, but not anything concrete. Kyle had known the dangers of going in for the mission, as he had only done the most minimal of disguises as Dean.
