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Man behind the mask

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The room was absolutely silent as they stared at each other all with different emotions showing on their faces. Owen sat there smuggly, an almost sinister smirk on his face. Cynthia’s eyes were wide in shock, her mouth a gape. And Curt just stared in disbelief before putting his face in his hands.

“, you’re not here, I’m just seeing things, I’m hallucinating. You’re not real.”


Curt looked at Cynthia and it hit him that he wasn’t just seeing things.

“How? How are you here? You can’t be here. I saw you die!”

“No you saw me fall. But as you can see, my dear Curt, I did not die. But considering that you left me to die I guess I get the confusion.”

“I didn’t….. If I had known… I would have never….”

Without another word, Curt got up and walked out of the room. Owen let out a chuckle but stopped when he caught Cynthia’s glare. She too got up and gave Owen a pointed look.

“When I get back, you better be ready to talk. You have a lot of explaining to do.”

Cynthia walked out of the room and asked the guard outside which way Curt went. Walking in the direction that Curt had gone she started to worry. She knew that Curt was going to be an absolute mess when she found him. She walked for a while before she saw Barb outside the door of a currently empty office, she knew she had found him. As she approached, Barb looked up after hearing her heels on the floor.

“Cynthia, thank god! Curt just locked himself in there and won’t open the door or talk to me.”

“I’ll take it from here, Barb, do me a favor and grab some of the new interrogation tools and bring it to the interrogation room.”

Barb gave her a questioning look but nodded.

“Oh… Ok. Is he going to be alright? He looked pretty bad.”

“I don’t know.”

“What happened to him?”

“I’ll explain later.”

Cynthia sent Barb off and walked up to the door, knocking softly on it.

“Mega, it’s me open up.”

When she was met with no response she knocked a little harder.

“Mega, open this door right now or I will break it down.”

There was some shuffling and then the door was unlocked. Cynthia opened the door and her eyes quickly adjusted to the dim room, the only light being from an outside window. She found Curt sitting against the wall, face in his hands. When he looked up at her Cynthia took a quick breath. She had seen him just a few minutes before and he already looked like hell. His face was expressionless but his eyes were filled with so much pain. Cynthia closed the door and sat down next to him on the floor.

“Are you okay?”

“I….. I… no.”

“You know it’s okay to cry.”

The second she said that she saw a tear run down his face. Once the first tear ran the rest came out in a rush. Curt sat there and silently cried for a good five minutes, Cynthia rubbing his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. When he had cried enough he wiped his eyes and cleared his throat.

“Thank you….and sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about.”

“Yes I do, I’m a grown ass man sitting in a dark room crying to my boss like a child over… this.”

“Yeah, well you’ve a rough couple of days, and this specific day has been hell for you.”

Curt gave her a small smile before sighing and running a hand through his hair.

“Besides, I would probably react the same if my thought to be deceased lover turned out to be alive and have a hatred towards me.”

When her words registered Curt jerked up and he looked at her with fear and panic in his eyes.

“What did you just say!?”

Cynthia let out a small laugh and shook her head.

“You can relax, Mega, I’m not going to fire you.”

“You’re not?”

“No, I’m not.”

Curt sat back down and gave her a defeated look.

“How long have you known?”

“Oh, probably for about ten years now. I started getting suspicious about eight months after you and Owen started working together. So I bugged your hotel room on your next mission together and that gave all the information I needed.”

“Fuck…. But you never fired me? Why? You know that’s the rule about…. People like me.”

Cynthia snorted and looked at Curt like it was obvious.

“Those are their rules, not mine. You can’t help who you love, Curt. Besides, you are one of our best agents, other than your constant fuck ups lately, that would be such a waste of talent and hard work.”

Curt decided to ignore her insult and take her words as reassuring.

“You know that if I get caught and they find out that you knew that you could lose your position.”

“Well then don’t get caught you fucking idiot.”

Curt let a small laugh, he knew Cynthia’s soft side wouldn’t last for long. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door that startled them. They heard Barb’s voice through the door.

“Cynthia are you two still in there? I brought the tools you told me to but they won’t let me into the room without your say.”

“I’ll be there in a minute, Barb.”

The two got up off the floor and straightened up.

“I’m going to go back and see if I can get any information out of him. You should go rest up.”

“No, I want to be in there.”

Cynthia gave him a concerned look.

“Are you sure..”

“I’m going to have to face him sooner or later. I need to do it now otherwise I might never.”

“Okay, but if you become too overwhelmed I want you to leave and go home. Deal?”


Curt opens the door and Cynthia walks out before him. When he does leave the room and close the door he is met by Barb’s concerned expression. He nods to tell her that he is okay and then rolls his shoulder and leads the way back to the interrogation room. When they get back there the guard opens the door and Barb lets out a small gasp.


Curt waves her off and to everyone’s surprise takes the seat directly in front of Owen. Owen raises an eyebrow at him but Curt just gives him a half smirk.

“So, Owen, mind telling me where the hell you’ve been for the past four years?”