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Curt and Owen stood facing one another, guns pointed at one another.
Curt noticed the light hanging above them get a bit brighter as well as the beginnings of a migraine rearing it's ugly head. There was also a low droning sound. He dismissed them and kept staring at Owen.
He really shouldn't have dismissed them. They kept growing in intensity until it became all too much.
He shut his eyes because why was that light so bright? The noise grew louder and louder until Owen's voice was unintelligible.
The light and the migraine disappeared and they took something when they left.
"Can't handle a small headache, Curt?" The man standing opposite Curt said, laughing slightly.
Curt opened his eyes and stared blankly for a moment at this man. "Who the hell are you? How so you know my name?"
"Come on, Curt. You know the answers to both of those questions. Quit pretending." The stranger said, annoyed.
"I don't and I'm not pretending."
"Stop it this second, or I'll shoot." The stranger readjusted his grip on his gun, poised to shoot.
Curt swore as he raised his gun to shoot the man's gun out of his hand. "Stand back."
"You don't have the balls to shoot me." He laughed.
The man was proven wrong as his gun clattered to the floor because Curt shot it.
"Stand back, or it won't be your gun that I aim for next." Curt said, readjusting his aim to This man's head.
"Bloody hell, Curt. You really don't remember?" The stranger said, pinching the bridge of his nose as he slowly lowered his gun.
"Clearly."
"Allow me to enlighten you..." The stranger began, rolling his eyes as he began to retell his sordid story.
"...And then we got here."
"Why did you just skip to the end?"
"...I didn't. We were literally talking about it moments ago." He raised an eyebrow.
Curt looked quizzically at the man opposite him. "What the actual fuck is happening to me?"
"Hell if I know. But we're going to figure it out." The stranger said, determination in his voice.
"Why should I trust you?"
"You want my help or not?"
Curt hesitated, unsure whether or not he could trust the stranger. Curt began weighing out all his options.
Curt nodded and he and the stranger reached an agreement.
The stranger clapped his hands. "Now, does your mother still live in Guadeloupe? If I recall, the safe house she's in is off the agency books."
"How...How the hell do you know all that?"
"We were...close." The stranger said, choosing his words carefully.
That caused the staircase to fall silent for a moment as Curt began pondering what he meant by that.
"Come on, let's go." The stranger said, beginning to walk away.
"If you are going to help me, I want to know your name."
The stranger paused, pondering whether or not to give his real name. "...Owen." The stranger said. "My name's Owen."
"Good to meet you again, Owen." Curt smiled slightly.
The Str-Owen felt something twinge in his heart when he heard that phrase. He scolded himself internally. He was not letting Curt back in, not after he abandoned him.
They walked away from the Russian Facility in silence.