“I don’t understand this at all.” The agent sat down exasperated. “How are you two talking to each other? You both know the same things about the same people. You both rant and rave about things that haven’t happened. It’s ludicrous and, quite frankly unbelievable - if you hadn’t both been watched like hawks this whole time. You’ve never even met!”
They were in separate rooms, with the agent in a booth between them. They could both see the agent, and he could see both of them, but neither could see the other.
They smiled, in unison. “I’m gonna flip, Brant, I’m gonna flip, I can’t take this anymore,” the agent screeched to his partner.
The girl leaned forward to the microphone in front of her. “It processes our DNA as coordinates, and it intertwined us with each other. Every time you try to hurt him, I know.” She snapped her fingers, “Poof! Just like that.”
The boy leaned forward next. “Every thing you think, we record. Every timeline that could be, we map.” He turned his head to where he knew she was sitting in the next booth. “We’ve been doing this for centuries.”