December 1st, 2031
8:20 AM -
FBI Headquarters, Washington D.C.
The officer looked at them both, letting out a sigh before leaning forward, his tone calm. "Let's start with some simple questions, shall we?"
Damian and Kyle exchanged quick glances, swallowing hard but nodding in agreement. Neither dared to refuse.
The officer adjusted the file on his lap, then fixed his gaze on Kyle. "Since you're the senior, let's start with you. What's your name?"
Kyle hesitated for half a beat, then answered, "My name is Kyle." The machine stayed steady, lights unchanging, indicating his answer was truthful.
"Alright." The officer made a note in his file, barely looking up. "Are you married?"
"No," Kyle blurted out quickly. "Still single."
Both he and Damian felt the sweat trickle down their necks, nervousness brewing as they watched the machine for any flicker or flash. It stayed green.
