"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 hope 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.

-----

"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."

"I don't know what you're talking about," the man scoffed.

Sebastian struck, flinging himself out a hand-wound tight against the man's neck. The moment carried him forwards until the cuffs yanked the man by his wrists, causing him to scream out. "Mmm," Sebastian purred, "don't you just love the sound of screaming in the morning?"

The man was silent, trying to glare at Sebastian.

"I bet you do," Sebastian grinned, "I can not imagine how fun it would be to be able to strap people to metal tables and inject fire to their veins."

"They weren't metal," the man muttered before he realised.

"Weren't they? Silly me," Sebastian giggled, "tell me what your fantasy job gave," he growled, slamming the man to the floor as he leaned over him, one foot on either leg.

After screaming, the man answered, "don't need tables."

"Was there chains?" Sebastian asked, "did you get off to having them wriggle around, screaming and rattling because of something you did?"

"You are despicable," the man hissed.

"I think, that will find, it's you," Sebastian growled, hitting the man swiftly in the chest.

"They came for help, and we gave it to them," the man hissed, "they knew it wasn't ready. But they wanted to help."

"Did wanting to help include being drugged out of their mind so no logical answer could be given?" Sebastian asked, pulling the man to his feet by the chains, "to where they'd do anything you asked of them? Was that another fantasy, an army of slaves at your disposal?"

"They'd only be mine once Jeremy Scottigove was gone!" The man shouted before realising his biggest mistake

"I didn't think it would be that easy to get an answer out of you," Sebastian stated before pouting, "and I had the bag, glasses and headphones ready to use!"

As the man was dragged away, he hissed at Sebastian, "you are one sick, sick freak!"

Sebastian bowed with a cheeky smile, "why, thank you."

"Thank you, Captain, we'll handle it from here."

-----

"That's who used to train people?" One of the people reviewing the tapes hissed.

"Why did he leave if he was so good at the job?" The other man hissed.

"I heard he trained the elites," the final person hissed, "so he wouldn't have trained us anyway."

"Could you have said that in a way that didn't make us feel bad?"

"I don't think there is."

-----

The CCPD came to a standstill as they took in everything.

Barry Allen had just walked into the building in full Army Officer gear with three soldiers acting as guards. "Captain," he nodded over at The Captain.

The Captain was only just able to nod in return as he took in the rank slide Barry had. It was a Captain's rank slide. What has he missed, he was gone for an hour?!

-----

The door swung open as Barry checked the clock. 'Twenty minutes, impressive. I had my bets on five minutes.'

"Allen?"

"I would prefer Captain," Bassy stated as he turned to face where the three soldiers were holding back The Captain. "Is there anything you want, Captain?"

"An explanation," The Captain stated.

Waving off the soldiers, Bassy answered when they three had left the room, "what kind of explanation?"

"An explanation as to how you are a Captain," The Captain stated.

"We are going to need to sit for this," Barry sighed, walking the two to his chairs. "As you know, my mother was murdered; soon, I was sent away for my protection."

"You got adopted," The Captain stated.

"Alright, after I got sent away from my adoptive family for protection," Barry sighed, "my uncle took me in, I gained the name, Sebastian Smythe."

"Prep-boy Sebastian Smythe?"

"See why I said that I would take the lowest pay grade?" Bassy asked before continuing, "it was during my time as Sebastian at high school that the army started to keep track of me."

"Why?" The Captain asked.

"I- wasn't the nicest, I'd been hurt too many times to allow others to have the chance," Barry whispered, looking over at the wall away from The Captain.

"I'm sure you weren't that bad," David soothed.

Like a switch, Sebastian sprung defensively into place. His eyes made contact with David's, "then explain how nice I was if it took the army to stop me from being imprisoned? They covered up everything, made sure the police would not know. Take evidence from the police saying it help classified information and if anything needed to come to them, they would forward on the information to wipe everything?"

"Why would the army do that?"

"Because they'd already decided to train me for interrogation and torture," Sebastian growled, his chair skidding across the floor as he stood.

"Torture?!" David exclaimed.

"They noticed that I would be proficient in it, so made sure that they could get me the moment I left education," Sebastian grinned, "and they were right, I am their most proficient torturer and best one to train others to torture and hold off from torture."

"You were teaching others it?"

"Oh, only the elite made it through my class," Bassy shrugged.

"Was that meant to make me feel better about it?" David asked.

"Does it?" Bassy smirked.

"No."

"Then it wasn't," Bassy grinned.

"Were you ever going to tell us?"

"No," Barry stated, "it is a dark past that I left behind."

"This doesn't look left behind," David stated, signalling to the uniform.

"I got called back in," Bassy shrugged, "anyway, I thought you would like me to get my work done."

"That would be nice."

"Then I am going to ask you to leave the lab now," Bassy grinned, "shoo, shoo before the soldiers outside get impatient."

David narrowed his eyes at Bassy, "this is not the end of this."

Sebastian's eyes lit up. "I would be disappointed if it was, Captain," he purred as The Captain finally left the lab.

-----

It was the next day that Barry found himself getting the continuation. Being the kind considerate Captain David Singh was, it was in the middle of the CCPD.

"Your name, the one you used to be, it is classified," The Captain stated the moment Barry walked through the doors.

"I should hope so. Otherwise, someone needs to be reprimanded in the army," Bassy scoffed.

"Is that why you gave the name so willingly?"

"Why else?" Bassy asked, "it's not like you'd be able to pull up information, let alone on a basic search."

"Basic search?" David asked, raising an eyebrow, "I used my clearance to try and collect the information, and it would not come up with scotch."

"Still, not surprised," Bassy smirked, "after all, most if not next to all of the military will not be able to pull it up."

"Why is that?"

"There was a reason why they had their eyes on me since high school," Bassy scoffed, "and, trust me, it's not pleasant."

"So, state it," David stared, crossing his arms.

"I very quickly could have been charged for involuntary manslaughter once or twice through high school," Bassy stated sharply as the room fell deathly quiet. He looked around before shrugging, "but they didn't end up dying. And the army already had their eyes on me, so decided that they'd cover for me."

"Involuntary Manslaughter?"

"If you were to rank me in terms of hero or villain, I'd quickly fall into the villain category," Bassy smirked.

"Fall into the villain category?" David asked tentatively.

"Why, it took a lot to be banned from every bar in Ohio and warned in every bar in Paris," Bassy smirked, "not just anyone can do it."

"What-?"

"I need to get to work, after all, that is what we are paid for," Bassy stated, "and the rest do as well. Tut-tut Captain, you managed to distract the whole department. I'd work on not doing that in the future."

And, by the time the shock had faded, Barry was gone.

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