Authors note: some of these alternate twists and original ideas may not be added in order. See more notes at the end.

He was told to dress for cold weather. He was never told why or where they were even going. But what he was told is to not trust Adler, not only by that voice, who was most likely Perseus but also by his friend, Park. The ride there was mainly quiet, Adler at least turned on the radio to try and rid of all the awkward silence. The fact that Bell was seated in between the two didn't help either.

The truck came to a stop near the edge of a cliff. "Come check this out Bell." Adler said turning off the truck and stepping out. He noticed the look he gave Park from in front of the vehicle. As Bell began to get out she took his hand. He paused, confused because of the sorrowful look in her eyes. She didn't say anything as he offered a smile. Something wasn't right, but of course most things arn't when Adler is left alone with less than three witnesses. He was, in fact, one of the craziest people Bell had ever encountered, but that was exactly what the CIA had relied on him for: to get people out of the most impossible situations with some of the craziest, and dangerous tactics he could find. And most of the time he gets the job done.

She held his hand for a moment longer before he got far away enough that they simply broke apart. This was in fact the last time she might ever see his face without that mask he always wore. He knew Adler wanted her to stay put, he just didn't know why.

As Bell stepped over the small peak there was a smaller cliff that Adler was standing on. "Artic air. Clears your mind doesn't it?" He said, taking a puff from his cigarette.

"Indeed it does." Bell replied putting on his balaclava.

"Bell I just wanted you to know.. this little thing thats happened between you and me, it was always for the greater good." His back was still turned.

Bell didn't say anything, he stood there taking in the sight of the massive body of water before him. Adler took another whiff of his cigarete before continuing.

"Your a hero, you know that kid." He said facing Bell.

"Thank you, sir." In truth he might still be a hero even if Adler and the team hadn't absolutly stripped him of his past identity. He would have been a hero, just not America's hero, but Perseus' hero. The fact he might never get to remember who he actually was, was something he didn't know he could ever forgive. He wanted to tell all this to Adler but now was definatly not a good time for that.

But heros have to make sacrafices." He saw Adler's arm slowly move towards the holster that held it's pistol. Bell slowly reached for his Redeemer pistol at the same time. "Thats why when I ask you for one more I hope you understand..." Bell had a firm grip on his weapon as he slowly began to remove it from his waist. "It was never personal." Adler whipped out his gun on Bell who swiftly shot him in the chest. Bell luckily had doged the bullet just in time as he rolled out of the way. Alder's body collapsed.

Bell approached the body, seeing that his former boss was now bleeding out. He kneeled down to Adler and grabbed him by his now blood soaked jacket. "Your insane." Bell spat.

"I'm not the only one who wants you dead kid. The entire CIA will brand... you a priority target, now that you plan to kill me. This event is supposed to be off the books, along with your death of course. But now you've changed that." He spoke trying to ignore the pain.

"And how come the CIA welcomes Mason with open arms? I saved this country! And this is how America repays an allie?!" Bell became furious.

"Because..." Adler chucled. "Mason was a valuable asset. You were never in the big picture Bell. Surley you could have figured that out on the way here. A foregin agent, rescued and tested on by scientists, made new again. Possesing such a vast amount of knowledge, not just from your time with Perseus but with us too. It makes you dangerous." Bell threw his grip away in disgust.

Bell was so livid he didn't know how to respond, he just stood there looking off into the distance trying to gather himself.

"Bell, we have a..." Bell quickly rushed to his side and put a hand over his mouth.

"That's not my name." He hissed. He wanted to finish Adler right now but he also wanted to see him suffer, not that he knew how to do that. He removed his hand slowly.

"You lose Bell. You always do. You were born to sinply be the tool of another's bidding. So kill me now or let me bleed out, it doesn't matter. You still have nothing but what I'v given you. Peices of lost memory along with your implanted ones, no name, family, or even country to return to."

"Thats ok, I'll be sure to tell your children all the good deeds their father did." Bell said.

"How do you.." Adler was for once shocked.

"Adler I know you better than you know yourself. You gave me a part of you the moment you put those memories into my head. I see people I don't even recognize! And now knowing what I do, it makes sense. They will be so excited to learn that their father was a hero. I look forward to seeing the smiles on their faces.

"Your bluffing!" Adler became livid.

At this Bell grabbed his Redeemer and fired a shot into Adler's head. "Of course I am." Bell replied observing the corpse. He knew he would never be able to such things, unfortunatly. He wasn't even sure that Adler had any kids, it was simply a lucky guess. If he wasn't able to do so, he at least wanted Adler to die thinking that he would. He was a fugitive now, never to return home and certainly could never remain within the CIA. He wasn't really sure where to go from here. After his capture by the CIA, that was probably the moment he was proclaimed dead. In truth he had a good guess he didn't even exist on paper, which gave him the freedom to go anywhere and be anyone. Not that he could return home, that would just be stupid.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard footsteps appraoch from behind him. He aimed the pistol at her, shaking. She slowly stepped towards him until she got close enough to lower the pistol herself. "I can still help you." She said softly.

"I don't think there is." He mumbled.

They stood side by side looking at Adler's body.

"You know you could come with me, back to London." She said. "You don't even actually exist within files. I could easily get you a rank within MI6 Bell.." she was cut off.

"But that's not my name. I'm a fugitive Park, why can't you see that!" He snapped.

"A life on the run isn't a life at all!" She matched his tone.

"What other choice do I have?! If I march back into the CIA they'll shoot me on the spot. If I return home, Perseus will have my head the moment I step within the borders. At least the CIA would grant me the pirviledge of getting it over with quick."

There was silence for a moment.

"Park, a part of me wants to return with you, truly. But I dont even know you. How can I know you, if I don't even know myself. I'v only seen what I was meant to, just as I'v only done what I was told." He looked at her, almost distraught.

"At least let me give you these." She handed him three passports, along with 50 cash. "We were saving them in case we ever had to go on certain missions, fortunatly things worked out and they've just been sitting on the shelf, collecting dust."

"Thanks." He replied not knowing what else he could say.

She hugged him unexpectedly. "You know you're going to have to make this look convincing right." She said over his shoulder.

"I know." He said.

He reached for his pistol hesitating with his eyes shut tight,shooting her in the abdomen. As she let go of him, he slowly laid her on the ground.

As they shared one final glance the look in her eyes told him to go. As he did it was everything he could to never look back.

The vehicle's engine started up and she watched him drive away, leaving her and Adler's corpse out by the peaceful Artic water. Perhaps they would see each other again one day. Part of her hoped they never would, the unknown of who he might become got her thinking.

As he continued to drive for hours he eventually pulled the truck off the road, seeing it was out of gas. He had no idea where he was going at this point. Within the span of a day or so he had lost everything, literally. Bell, it wasn't his name but thanks to that scum Adler, it was all he had left. That and the many questions that pondered his fried brain.

Authors note: so after reading this you can clearly tell that my story was supposed to take an entirely different turn. For now we will say that the events you play throughout the campaign are the same ones that have led up to this point. However, I am considering rewriting the campaign for the maot part. The reason I went with another approach to this story is because the soviet ending was something that not many people have done, or if they had it's not something they continued with bery often. Plus many people really wanted it. But if you would like me to possibly continue this original plan I definatly could do that. I still have so many original ideas that could help continue this alternate timeline in which Bell would have become a fugitive on the run. The story itself would have had a completly different approach with entirley new locations and types of events that I wish we could have seen in the campaign. But if you want to see that let me know, please leave any feedback you may have, thanks!