Perseus

At a safe distance, he finally removes his gas mask. Behind the mask is the face you've only dreamed of seeing again. You know him not only from dossiers and endless reports. He looks at you with a hard-to-read expression, a mixture of disapproval, surprise and something else.

—You still remember my face, don't you?—His voice is calm, but there is a steely hardness in it. He's not mad at you, as he might seem. You were on the side of his enemies, but at least not with the Americans. He's upset, disappointed that you played with his feelings. That she disappeared at a difficult moment. Turned out to be a spy.