The Always Late Forces

I was allowed free from my interrogation room (well as free as you can be escorted around a place full of armed anti magical guards). The complex was clearly underground (I hadn't noticed before because they put a bag over my head), which made sense for a covert organization. The walls were all lined with anti magical stuff, it was kind of frightening the level of runes they were using (mostly because I knew all of the runes and some of them were necromantic in nature). The people walking in uniforms were of all shapes and sizes, women, shorties, ugly people, it was really multi cultural. The agent escorted me to a main room full of desks and walls with maps and pins placed (I assumed for possible magic issues).

"So this is the heart of your operation?" She smiled at me, it was unsettling how much the other personality was coming out.

"One of them, we keep un centralized, makes it harder to take down should one of you go rogue and try and wipe us out."

"As opposed to you magic hunters trying to kill or capture all magic users." The people around us didn't seem that concerned I was there, probably because they had enough wards to lock magic ability down to the completely useless level.

"We don't want to kill you Trezlan, most of us who work here are just like you, we want you to be under control, regulated, safe. This place is a sanctuary, designed to rehabilitate and assist those in the magical community into being loyal citizens." It was a nice speech, but a prison with nice furniture is still a prison.

"You know Telrrax I've known all kind of necromancy, I don't know any that lets you change your appearence."

"Finally figured out where you remembered me from? Well you can try and pretend you've unlocked  a huge secret, but this organization is run by people just like me. And we aren't necromantic the way you are, we transfer our conciousness and work in conjunction with the new entity. Unlike you who just kills them and moves on."

"You make it sound like a gift."

"It is a gift! I have knowledge and years, this person has youth and vitality, we combine to be a formidable force."

"Sounds like a mockery of death to me."

"Coming from you that's pretty weak argument, but I'm not here to convince you of anything, only to tell you we'll be watching. And to take your little bullet since you won't be needing it anymore."

"That's it, you don't want my help or anything?"

"Oh gods no, we want you to stay as far away from everyone you can. You're like a walking bad luck charm." I frowned and they escorted me out. I tell you the only thing worse than being asked to help someone, is being told they don't need you to do the helping. Sort of. Look my ego is weird ok deal!