The van Cyrus is in the back of eventually halts, the darkness is filled with light as the vans side-door opens, Tim grabs Cyrus by his clothes without looking directly at him, he is wearing a mask over his mouth and nose region. When Cyrus gets out of the van another faceless points a gun at him, they both guide him towards the faced guards who stand outside the capital, the point their guns at the trio

Tim: this is Cyrus Boar, if you don’t let us speak to the Fuhrer we will kill him

Guard: that living faceless guy is Cyrus boar? *laughs* fat chance, turn around, I’ll give you a head start.

Just as the guard is about to open fire on Tim, Patrice McNulty walks up behind them and tells them to hold their fire. The three of them walk past the guards and Patrice guides them to the Fuhrer's talking podium, they take a seat in front of it. McNulty leaves, presumably busy as his vice presidency is being handed to him in two weeks. The Fuhrer enters the stage and stands at his podium, another faceless guy stands behind him. 

Fuhrer: I hear you filthy little rats had a deal to make with me

Tim: *gestures towards Cyrus with his head*. We have the presumed dead Cyrus Boar, leader of the military police. We will return him in exchange for Alan Caine, one of our men who was imprisoned here recently.

Fuhrer: Do you mean to tell me that Cyrus Boar is a faceless?

Tim: that is correct, doctor Modork performed an operation on Boar that transformed him into a faceless following the incident that led to his supposed death

The Fuhrer whispers something to the large man behind him, the large man then leaves the stage and moments later returns with Alan Caine

Fuhrer: Mr caine here has alluded so many of our attempts to stop him, I planned on hanging him, he has cost a large number of faced individuals their lives. I made a decision to keep him as a bargaining chip with the revolution. Come to find out the revolution offers me a fucking faceless in return. 

Tim: but its Cyrus Boar

The Fuhrer pulls a gun out of his pocket and points it at Alan’s face, he then proceeds to fire four bullets at him

Fuhrer: Cyrus Boar is a fucking faceless, what business have I got with a faceless. Do me a favour and pull the trigger on that there gun you’ve got pointed at him, why in the holy name of the lord would we want a faceless in our military police. 

The words that would’ve once crushed Cyrus hit him to nothing but apathy. A bullet pierces the back of his skull, lodging itself straight into his brain. Cyrus Boar, tyrannical powerhouse of the faced regime, flops to the floor with blood pouring from the back of his skull.

Tim and the man who killed Cyrus dash back to the van out of fear of the regimes guards, but the guards will never kill if it's a matter of business. As Tim sits in the van he pulls his mask off and starts sobbing uncontrollably.

Cyrus Boar is dead. Cyrus Boar died without a face.