Liar (Rewritten) | Queen AU

Chapter 10 - Been Enraging the Folks on the Lower Floor

The room is a big, black box. Unlike standard police interrogation rooms, there is no two-sided mirror, no table, no audio recorder. It is simply two plastic chairs, one overhead light, and the sound of complete silence. Well, silence until Miami starts speaking.

"Taylor."

"Yes, sir."

Roger lethargically carries his droopy-eyed gaze upward to meet Miami's cold, hard stare. His cracked lips crease as he leans into a sardonic smile. He's fucked, and they both know it.

When Roger looks at Miami, he begins to understand how this man was capable of sending the order to kill his parents. Then, he wonders if the order will be cast unto him. He cranes his neck so that his head may rest against his right shoulder, which feels particularly comfortable in his slouched position. It's quite serene, he believes, to know that in the end, he tried to do the right thing. Not even Miami could discredit that.

Today, Roger gets to test the limits of life. Strangely, he does not feel scared. If anything, he is intrigued, but that might be the drugged after effects inhibiting his judgment. Alternatively, it could be that after all of this time as a Spies of Rhye agent, Roger finally understands what buttons to press to hide what he's feeling—and to hide them for good.

"You seemed so nervous when I called you in," Miami remarks. "Why are you so calm now?"

Roger smirks. "Does it freak you out?"

"I'm asking the questions, boy. You answer." The bitterness on Miami's face only becomes more apparent.

"I'm calm because I did nothing wrong." Roger shrugs, which irritates the director all the more. "I've been cooped up here for—what? Twenty minutes? We haven't gotten anywhere. You just look at me, and I look at you. What's there to scare me?"

"Termination."

"Ah."

"Of your position—"

"Of course."

"Do not interrupt me!" Miami's voice raises, but it does not frighten the agent. "You may have endangered our organization."

"So, after all of this time, I'm just another traitor that you need to get rid of?" Roger cries with a frustrated laugh. The laugh trails off.

"I did not say that is what's going to happen to you." Miami puts his foot down. A realization strikes Miami. Roger can see the gleam in his eyes, and that worries him. "You're not calm at all."

"What?"

"I haven't said anything to you, and you already think you're walking into an execution."

"Well, am I?"

"I don't know yet."

The nonchalance begins to waver off. It seems the button has been released.

"Then..." Roger tugs on the buttons of his coat before he decides that crossing his arms probably looks better for his case. "You better get on with the questioning so you can decide."

Miami sighs. He gazes at Roger, pitiful. "You're very dramatic. That's not good for espionage." He shakes his head in disapproval. Before the agent can think of something witty, Miami continues, "I have a transcript from your log today. I read through it. Do you know what's in it?"

"No."

"No? Do you not remember that you activated it?"

Roger furrows his eyebrows in genuine consideration. "I remember getting taken down the lift. There was some, um, chatter about the company. And then, it—I don't know when or how—it just turned into chatter about me."