"Psst. Look, it's… him."
"Him…? Who?"
"Adam the Endless."
The agents stopped what they were doing when Adam stepped through the door of the archive. The shutters of their cameras and the scratching of their pens faded into whispers.
"That's… him?"
"Smaller than I thought."
"He's… kinda hot?"
"Jesus, he looks like a high school kid."
They stood among crates and tables laden with artifacts, some dusting off stone fragments, others photographing tablets. But now they just stared, lowering their instruments, exchanging glances as Adam approached.
"I thought he'd be... I don't know. Bigger."
"Ssh. Shut up."
The agents no longer returned to work. They all just watched Adam even though he was just standing there. It wasn't until someone senior, perhaps their superior, barged in that they jumped.
They were all about to return to work, but their superior clapped his hands.
"Pack it up! Everyone out. Now."
Confusion rippled through the room. "But we haven't finished logging—"
