Damian sat on the bed, laughing and taunting Kyle endlessly about the results they'd found, barely giving him a moment's reprieve. After enduring Damian's jabs for what felt like ages, Kyle finally snapped. He stomped on the keyboard in frustration—not out of anger but pure exasperation. Damian's laughter died instantly, realizing he'd maybe crossed a line.
Kyle turned to him, calm but with a dangerous edge. "Oh, so it's funny, huh? You really think this is that amusing?" His smile was thin, laced with mischief. "Alright, let's check yours this time".
Damian gulped, his confidence evaporating. "O-oh… okay," he muttered, feeling the tables turn.
Kyle turned back to the computer, typing into the search bar, "CIA Cadet Damian." He hit enter. The screen refreshed, only to return with a glaring 404: Not Found error. Both of them blinked, caught off guard.
