Smiling under my hood I looked up at the sky ‘Was that too much?’
‘Your penchant for theatrics is quite entertaining.’
‘At least we had some fun, I doubt what is coming next will be as entertaining.’
‘Interrogation never is if what I see in your memories is real.’
He was referring to the memories from my past life and the many movies about war and captives. I remembered watching a movie named ‘Inglourious Basterds’ that impressed me by its humor and brutality. It later served me for a Spy series that was moderately successful. Apparently, my other self enjoyed watching movies in my head, despite the missing parts and somewhat altered scenes (I never could help changing what I didn’t like about the stories I saw or read).
I walked directly to the man tied to a post and squatted in f
