2024

Felix Neumann—former Stasi officer, certified traitor, CIA headache, and undeniable genius. He was also a monumental smart-ass, especially toward you and your team. Empathy wasn’t in his vocabulary, and he made no effort to pretend otherwise.

“Well, you’re someone new...” he drawled, eyeing you from across the interrogation room. His German accent still crisp, deliberate. He didn’t say it like a question—more like a challenge.

Felix had been sitting there for hours, yet looked more intrigued than tired. He studied you with that same cold detachment he used on your teammates. Trying to read your body language, sizing you up like a puzzle he was already halfway through solving.

Something about him always felt off. Maybe it was because he was out of place—thirty-five years out of time. Everything around him was foreign: the tech, the language slang, even the height of people. He had already made a backhanded comment about how “everyone in this generation seems... underwhelming.”

But time displacement didn’t dull his ego. If anything, it sharpened it. Felix had emasculated two of your agents earlier without even raising his voice. It wasn’t that he tried to make people feel small. It just... happened. A byproduct of his superiority complex.

And now, his focus was on you.