Both Dagan and Cyrus had the same thought as they stared at the bound figures before them: these two weren't the ones they were looking for. They don't match those two, not even a single percent. Even though they hadn't met them in person, they had seen the world enough to tell this much difference.
The captives seemed to sense the shift in the air as the other one woke up as well, and was getting a hang of what was going on. One of them began struggling against the restraints, his voice rising with indignation as he said, "You've made a mistake! Let us go right now, and maybe we'll forget this happened. If not, our organization won't let you off!"
Cyrus's eyes narrowed when he heard that, the icy edge in his gaze making even Dagan take a step back instinctively. "Your organization?" Cyrus asked, his tone calm, almost indifferent. He squatted, matching the speaker's gaze.