What Lies in My Past
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I swallowed and nodded. â€œThis letter was found,â€ I said before taking it out of a pocket inside of my coat. I extended my arm and handed him the letter. I watched as he meticulously examined it. He shook his head.
â€œThis couldâ€™ve easily been a prank, or at least a trick to make us further investigate into the matter,â€ he said dismissively. My eyes darted away from his stern, dark brown ones and around the room. I looked at the small screen on the wall. It was 1:24:37. That was the moment that I remembered the list.
â€œIâ€™m sorry. It was all just so sudden, it feels. I never expected his name to be on that list, but there it was. I just kept hoping that it was some mistake. Maybe something went wrong with the computer. But, no. And we never even found out the cause of death,â€ I said. I smirked a bit as his eyes widened. â€œYou wouldnâ€™t happen to be able to say the cause of death, would you?â€
At first, he was lost for words. Several times he seemed as if he was about to speak, but changed his mind each time. He adjusted his tie a few times as well. After a few moments, he spoke. â€œThere is a lot of information concerning this mission that is completely confidential.â€ Part of me wanted to say that I was going to find out for myself and then make a dramatic exit. However, I knew that that wasnâ€™t going to get me anywhere. He would know that I wouldnâ€™t be able to find the answers on my own, so it wouldnâ€™t get anything out of him.
â€œYou canâ€™t possibly be allowed to keep us in the dark the like this! Donâ€™t we have the right to know something?â€ I said, slightly raising my voice.
He smiled an almost twisted smile and shook his head. â€œThings are changing. Youâ€™re lucky to have gotten any information at all.â€
â€œYouâ€™re right. You seem to be covering up a lot, though. Itâ€™s rather suspicious,â€ I said. I tried to keep the mask on. My fake confidence was something that I couldnâ€™t let go of. It was my only means of getting any answers then.
â€œMaybe we are. But thereâ€™s a lot that we can cover up, and thereâ€™s nothing that you can do to stop us,â€ he said.
â€œJasonâ€™s alive, and you know it, donâ€™t you?â€