"So she could be using a false identity. Slightly less boring." He attached the device as the computer booted up and logged in, typing in her name and the search engine pulled up a nice sizable amount of names.
"Let’s make it a little more challenging. Her age, what do you think? How old would she be? I’ll find out where she’s staying, or where she was last." And maybe he was a bit arrogant here, but Conrad was the best at what he did, information his second best skill, nearly on par with torture and interrogation.
"Seems likely." He moved behind the other man, peering at the screen over his shoulder, a bit too hopeful to just sit back and let him work in peace.
Clint knows. That's why he came here. That's why he didn't leave just because Conrad'd initially turned him down. Just now there weren't many willing to dive into the world of revealed S.H.I.E.L.D. files, weren't many that knew how to tell truth from lies.
"Late forties, maybe fifty. She was brunette, last I remember."