Damian sat in front of the computer, eyes glued to the screen as he typed. Without turning, he called out, "Hey, let's see if we can find anything about you on the internet."
Kyle raised an eyebrow, half-amused, half-confused. "Me? I wasn't exactly a celebrity. Why would there be anything about me?"
Damian shot back, "Not you as in you—I mean this you. 'Senior Agent Kyle' in this world." He began typing again, his fingers moving quickly across the keys.
Kyle's expression shifted to one of interest, and he leaned in closer. "Oh, I get it. Alright, then—what are we waiting for? Let's see what this alternate-me has been up to with my handsome face!"
Damian smirked, rolling his eyes at Kyle's predictable vanity, but started typing into the search bar: "CIA Senior Agent Kyle." He hit enter, and immediately, a list of articles and links popped up, each labeled with headlines and brief descriptions.
