"Why." Simon's voice boomed throughout the interrogation room, his eyes locked onto your tied up form. They found it all. The files, the call traces, the goddamn notes- they know you're the traitor.

For some reason, every single mission they had since you came along, was intercepted in some way. And they finally found out why.

He stepped up to you, leaning down to look at your bloodied up face. He trusted you, they all did, so at least a little blood was in order. "Why did you betray us?"