Shadows of Mr Black

Scene 21

### Scene 21

**Location: FBI Headquarters, Observation Room**

The atmosphere in the FBI's headquarters is charged with a tension that hasn’t been felt in months. Agents gather around, peering into the monitor that displays the inside of the interrogation room. The room is stark, illuminated by a harsh overhead light that casts shadows on the lone figure seated at the table.

Mr. Black, finally unmasked, sits calmly, his demeanor almost amused. He is a handsome man, his mixed British and Cuban heritage evident in his striking features. His dark hair is neatly combed back, and his piercing eyes hold a hint of amusement as they scan the empty room. His posture is relaxed, almost casual, as if he’s merely a guest waiting for a delayed appointment rather than a sadistic mastermind caught after years of global terror.

On the table before him, his infamous mask lies discarded, a silent testament to the end of his anonymity. The mask, a symbol of the chaos he orchestrated, now looks lifeless, a stark contrast to the man who once wore it.

**Location: FBI Headquarters, Command Center**

Outside the interrogation room, the tension among the agents is palpable. They watch him through the surveillance feed, every agent aware that they are now face-to-face with the man responsible for the loss of millions of lives. The silence in the room is thick, each person processing the gravity of the situation.

Agent Sarah Coleman stands with Agent Daniel Briggs and Mercer, the senior agent in command. Sarah’s expression is a mix of determination and unease. She’s been waiting for this moment for a long time, but now that it’s here, the reality is daunting.

**Sarah:** *(Glancing at Mercer)* “Sir, I’d like to be the one to interrogate him.”

**Daniel:** *(Nodding in agreement)* “I’m with her, sir. We’ve both been in this fight for too long to sit this out.”

Mercer turns to face them both, his face a mask of seriousness. He knows what they’re asking for, but he also knows the danger that lies ahead. Mr. Black isn’t just any criminal; he’s a master manipulator, a man who revels in psychological warfare.

**Mercer:** *(His voice low, but firm)* “You need to understand what you’re walking into. This man… he doesn’t just break rules; he breaks people. He’s going to try and twist your mind, make you question everything. You have to be ready for that. Don’t let him get inside your head.”

Sarah and Daniel exchange a glance, their resolve hardening. They’ve faced unimaginable horrors in the past year, and they know they’re ready for whatever Mr. Black has to throw at them.

**Sarah:** *(With a determined nod)* “We’re ready, sir.”

**Daniel:** *(Echoing her resolve)* “We know what’s at stake. We won’t let him get to us.”

Mercer looks at them for a long moment before nodding, his expression softening just a fraction. He’s seen these two agents grow through the challenges, and if anyone can handle Mr. Black, it’s them.

**Mercer:** *(Slightly more gentle)* “Just remember, don’t let him play with your minds. Stay focused, stay sharp, and if things get too intense, you pull back. Understood?”

**Sarah and Daniel:** *(In unison)* “Yes, sir.”

Mercer turns away, giving them the signal to proceed. The weight of the moment isn’t lost on anyone in the room. This isn’t just another interrogation; it’s the culmination of years of pursuit, of a battle that’s claimed millions of lives and left scars on every agent involved.

As Sarah and Daniel move towards the door leading to the interrogation room, the other agents step back, giving them space but also watching with a mix of respect and concern. The door opens with a soft hiss, and they step inside, the tension in the air thickening as they approach the man who’s haunted their nightmares.

**Location: FBI Headquarters, Interrogation Room**

Mr. Black looks up as the door closes behind them, his expression unchanging as Sarah and Daniel enter. A small, almost mocking smile plays on his lips as he watches them take their seats across from him. He doesn’t speak, but the amusement in his eyes is clear. He’s enjoying this.

Sarah and Daniel sit in silence for a moment, studying him, trying to get a read on the man they’ve hunted for so long. The room is eerily quiet, the only sound being the faint hum of the overhead light.

**Mr. Black:** *(Finally breaking the silence, his tone light, almost teasing)* “Well, it’s about time. I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me.”

Sarah’s jaw tightens, but she doesn’t rise to the bait. She knows better than to let him get under her skin. Daniel remains equally composed, his expression impassive as he stares down the man who’s caused so much pain.