“So…Mr Boar, leader of the regime's military police”, James says interrogatively, “how long were you planning on hiding for?”. Cyrus completely blanks, how is one supposed to respond to such accusations less than a few minutes after waking up from what he thought was the afterlife. “So…I guess you’re probably wondering how you got caught out are you?”James slaps Cyrus right across the face, “Meagh found a document in Dr Modork's old office, one that suggested he had found a way to transform a faced into a faceless, maybe somebody whos face had been damaged of course…you following Cyrus? Cuz trust me this is where the plot thickens…Patrice, you know Patrice right? McNulty? Tim’s very faced father…the one who set the dogs on you? There, there thats jogged your memory” James says while pointing at Cyrus, “he never recovered your body after killing you, maybe thats because a fucking dog isn’t enough to kill the boar.” “the almighty boar” James says mockingly while lifting Cyrus’ arm in the air, “and it appears the poor doctor had been beaten to death, it looked to Meagh like he had been picked up and repeatedly bashed off the floor…now answer me this Cyrus…who on this unholy earth has that kind of raw strength…not many people eh? Ya thats what Meagh thought too”. James continues, “Meagh had to pull a runner after finding this document, that's why he wasn’t on the chopper a few days ago. He had a little emergency meeting, just him,Tim and Graham, the circle of trust. Meagh informed them that there was likely an imposter in their ranks, and that imposter was none other than Cyrus Boar himself…two and two got put together and Tim told them all about you…Tim cried man, bawled…thats why I’m here, I can’t cry”

“You killed Benjamin, you killed Daniel…you…all those people that got bombed in 13…do you seriously feel nothing…no remorse? We gave you food and shelter…and when you got shot in that prison break it was faceless that saved you.” James sighs, “unfortunately, despite all my protests you are being spared...after all the regime is gonna want you back, Alan landed himself in jail again so you’re our only bargaining chip to keep him alive. Your days are numbered though, Huler’s dead, Mcnulty got appointed as vice president in his place…the regimes days are numbered, if only benjamin could’ve lived to see it”

Cyrus can’t move, his mind is completely blank, he longs for nothing but death. He had all his weapons stripped from him, even had he not he’s still tied up too tightly to reach for them. This is it, his life is entirely out of his hands now. Apologising to James won’t do jackshit, he just has to sit there and wait for it

James kicks Cyrus square into the side of the head, “one for good measure…Tim will be here shortly, he’ll take you to the capital for that little swap deal I was telling you about”, James's voice drops again, “how could we not tell, you look exactly like Boar just…without a face”

“Oh yeah and you ought to know…Devine was part of an extremist anti-class group, they wanted to eliminate the faceless and the faced regime leaving a society of equals”, James pauses, “fucking quacks…they’re small fry anyway no need for either of us to worry about them”.