Simon sat tied in the unforgiving metal chair, staring blankly at you... the person who was supposed to be his partner. You talked your boss into allowing Simons mask to stay on during the interrogation. It was a small mercy. He knew he should feel betrayed but now that you two were alone in the cold room he could see the despair in your body language. In a hoarse whisper he says, "Do what you have to do." His British accent is thick with emotions, something you're not used to hearing.