I am... (Barry And Sebastian One-shots Part Two)

Military is my past (mature) (extended)

"You going to answer that, Barry?" Cisco asked after Barry's phone continued to ring.

"Could you answer and put it on speakerphone?" Barry asked, waving over from his work.

"Captain Smythe," was the first thing that came through the speakerphone.

"General Ditur," Sebastian replied, turning to face his phone, "is there something you need, ma'am?"

"I know you chose to leave, and the army respects that," came the General, "but we need your skills in interrogation and manipulation to deal with a current prisoner. Our current best haven't been able to get through him, so we are hoping that you'll be able to help. He's the second in command to Project Green."

"Of course, ma'am. Is there a date you want me down by?" Sebastian asked.

"Send through your location for immediate pick-up."

"Of course," Sebastian stated, sending through the needed information.

"We'll be there by 1900," she stated before the call cut out.

"What was that?" Cisco asked.

"My past is more profound than any of you know," Sebastian answered coolly before flashing off.

"That was the army ringing Barry, calling him Captain Smythe," Iris stated.

"Best integrator and manipulator?" Joe asked, "that doesn't sound like Barry."

"Because it's Sebastian Smythe they are talking about," Sebastian stated, walking into the room in full military personnel uniform, "my split personality."

"I thought multiple split personalities are not allowed?"

"They had their eyes on me since High School, they would not put me onto the field or front line, but training others was allowed, eventually seeing how good at integration, manipulation and forms of torture they gave me that role as well."

"Torture?" Was spluttered around the room.

"Of course, with how my past is," Sebastian stated, turning to leave again, "learning torture was a necessity."

With that, he swung away.

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"So your the lucky guy graced with my presence," Sebastian stated as the man was pulled into the room.

"Pah, you interrogators, don't understand fact from false," the man spat.

"Hmm, obviously the world doesn't either," Sebastian sighed, "all those medals and trophies, so fun. With great rewards as well."

"What do you want?"

"I want to sit down and have a chat," Sebastian stated, "maybe even play a game at the end. How does that sound?"

"What's in it for me?"

"Well, there is always your children," Sebastian grinned, "and your wife."

"What about them?"

"Wives tend to know what they are doing," Sebastian grinned, "and your eldest is, what? Twenty. He'll be fun."

The man was spluttering, trying to shout words but nothing coming out.

"I know, I know," Sebastian sighed, brushing off the spluttering, "how dare I and all that. Sorry, I meant they'd both be fun. Is that better?"

"You psycho!" The man spat.

"Hmm," Sebastian mussed, "that's strong coming from someone like you."