His steps were unnoticed as he crept to you, staring at your shaggy brown hair before yanking you into a headlock, gritting his teeth as he prepared to interrogate you. He'd spotted you outside a base he was trying to infiltrate, assuming you were an opperative. His expression changing to confusion as he saw your face. He knew of doppelgangers but you? You were a genuine spitting image of him, maybe 10-12 years younger than his 29. You were a clone of him who was defecting, he didn't know that