A fleet of regime helicopters fly overhead district 13. Cyrus looks up from outside the hideout he had just spent the last three days living out of and sees a bomb fall right in front of him. Cyrus tenses, how could he be so stupid, how could he believe he would be spared by the bomb. After a few seconds Cyrus opens his eyes to notice the bomb still had not exploded. Then a rope ladder descends in front of him. He notices people running from the hideout to grab hold of this ladder and climb into the helicopter that had dropped it, Cyrus follows suit.

After maybe eight minutes the ladder is cut off, the helicopter is almost full. The helicopter swings by to pick up Tim who had been wearing a mask atop the wall holding a video camera. Cyrus watches the whole of district 13 fall to ruin, the regime's biggest blind spot now looks like no more than a concrete deposit. Internally Cyrus is giddy, the biggest hotspot of these little pricks has been flattened. Tim drags Cyrus to the front of the chopper where he is met by a single faced pilot. “Tim…why the fuck is there a faced on board”, Cyrus asks grittily. “He’s not a faced”, Tim says smugly, “meet Graham, one of the two most prolific spies the faceless revolution have in our ranks”. Cyrus stands there silently, puzzled, for a few moments, then he plainly blurts out, “listen Tim…I know you think I’m not the brightest star…but this Graham guy definitely has a fucking face”. Graham laughs, “facial reconstruction surgery” he says, “I was born just like you, without a face, then we found a doctor who could perform a surgery to make us look exactly like a faced. So me and Meagh, who I’m sure you’ll meet soon, met with this doctor and voila, we are faced”. 

Cyrus begins to reel. The person he thought was a faced was actually a faceless, rather the faceless he had met actually had a face. Did he have a face? What is a face? Is a face you weren't born with still your face? Is a face you no longer have still your face? Is your face still a face in the face of a faceless? 

There’s faceless peo…faceless in the faced regime. Not only was Mcnulty laying with one of those shitbags, some of them don a face and roleplay. They killed Huller, this guy in front of me killed Huller, his face is fake. What differs a faceless from a faced if a faceless can now have a face and a faced like me can lack one. If chimpanzees learned to look like us and talk like us, would we be able to tell them apart from us? What if they already do? What if a chimp walks among us, dressed as us, getting through life like us? How are we to know…how are we to know. You may speak with the chimpanzee, befriend the chimpanzee, die in the arms of the chimpanzee and not be aware that they are a chimpanzee. I…I may speak with the faceless…befriend the faceless…die in the arms of a faceless…and…and not know that they are a faceless. The faceless…they befriend me…they do not know I am a faced. 

Cyrus can hear the conversation between Tim and Graham happening around him, but he isn't taking any of it in. 

If I can’t tell who’s faced and who’s faceless, how am I supposed to know…who the bad guys are? They don’t talk differently…They dont…fuck! I’m a faa…I’m a…I’m a person without a face, I’m one of them. Mission? Infiltration mission? Fuck that…I’m…I’m trying to survive. I’m one of…them. This whole time I’ve been…one of them. Does that make Graham…one of us? No…he can’t be…he was a faceless…a face can’t change nature…he’s a faceless down to his very core…he may talk like m…a faced…he may walk like a faced, but looks don't determine jackshit. He’s a…he’s a faceless. Hey who knows, maybe I can get myself one of those fake faces, then I’ll be a faced again, and I can stop palling around with these little rats…

Cyrus snaps out of it to see two pairs of eyes staring at him, “ayo…earth to Chris”, Tim says impatiently, “you ok with that?”. Cyrus responds, oblivious to what hes actually agreeing to, “yep…yep sounds fantastic”