January 18, 1981

CIA Lab Facility

"Bloody.." she held in her anger, snatching the knife out of her leg, tossing it across the floor.

Gaurds rushed to snatch Anthony away, his hands cuffed. "Are you alright agent?" One them asked Park.

"Fine, one of you go get me some bandages, the rest of you, I'll take it from here." She took the man's pistol by his side, hitting him against the head with the wooden grip.

"On it." One of the gaurds said, the others followed.

He felt a heavy boot on the back of his head. Thn there was black.

He could have kept on sleeping. Had Adler not awakened him. His head was limp and slumped back, a dangeling light above him, blinding him.

"Let's get started." Adler took a seat in front of Anthony. "Tell me what you know about this?" He held up the blue blood stained folder.

"Where am I? Is this CIA?" Anthony looked around the room. The walls a grey painted brick with tiled floors and of course the typical two way mirror on the wall. He knew he was being watched by someone.

"You'll be dead in a ditch somewhere if you don't answer my question." Adler said calmly, lighting a cigarette.

"I must say, you Americans have more hospitality towards your POWs than I thought. I appreciate the bandages and bed rest."

"Your one of Perseus' men. Why did I find you left to die a bloody mess and Kadivar away to escape?" He took a puff.

"Kadivar. Hm." He grinned. "Arash never liked me. The feeling was mutual."

"Why?"

Anthony shrugged. "Didn't you just see me nearly escape what is most likely one of the worlds most secure building?"

"Jelousy."

"You said it, not me." He smiled. "Speaking of which is he here too? I wouldn't mind dropping by to say say hello."

"He's dead."

"He was supposed to be my kill." Anthony dropped his smirk, a firm expression growing on his face.

"I'll let you get the next one." He opened the blue folder. "The mission breif, right here. It gives very little detail. So let's start from the top. Whats's your name?"

Silence. Anthony kept his eyes at his hands bound together in front of him.

Adler sighed, getting up from his seat. He walked beside Anthony, taking off the man's helmet and pulling off his balaclava. His flaming cigarette meeting the younger man's skin against his collar bone. Anthony didn't even budge.

Adler grabbed a wooden chair, slamming it agianst the younger man. Its legs made contact with his upper body, leaving a few splinters pentrating his clothes into his skin.

"What is your name!" He shouted, picking up one of the shattered legs and beating it against the younger man's chest.

"A good host is always supposed to introduce himself first!" Anthony shouted in pain, feeling the wood smack against his chest.

"This isn't a game boy!" He grabbed around Anthony's neck.

"Well for this not to be a game, your losing pretty badly." He chuckled. Adler poked the end of the wooden leg into his wounded area on his torso, causing Anthony to let out a few coughs.

After about two hours of beatings for the same question, still no revealing response. Adler hadn't made a single dent.

"Looks like he's going to be an extreme one." Park said, Adler opening the door as she watched everything that had happened.

"He'll break before tomorrow ends. Trust me, he's not special."

"I'll take him tomorrow then. See if you can't find any matches with his blood and prints." She pointed towards the blue folder, a white bandage wrapped around her fresh wound.

January 19, 1981

When he had awoken he had no concept of time. The lighting in the windowless room was the same as it had been from yesterday. He noticed right away that he was upside down, stuck to the wall. There was large bucket beneath his skull and a small water faucet in the wall.

Looking to his left and right were gaurds tightening the restraints on his arms and legs.

"Feeling the blood rush?" Park walked into the room, allowing the soldiers to leave.

"I'm feeling something." Letting out a cough, he felt his aching bruises.

"So that plane... was supposed to be going to Duga?" She knelt beside him, looking him in the eye.

"I don't know I never had a chance to get on it. Thanks to your... what is he your uncle, Adler and his team blew it up." He had a smug look on his face.

She turned the knob, allowing water to rush into the small tun below his head. She shofted around some, a small peice of wood shoving from underneath his clothing. She pulled out the concealed Redeemer pistol by his leg. "Suprised we missed this one." She waved the weapon around, observing the empty gun.

"Hey! Set it down. If I find out even a single soul has that pistol in their possession I will make it my personal objective to ensure that they watch their family bleed out one by one." He growled. He felt the beginings of the rising water run agianst the ends of his hair.

"I think you should be more concerned about your own life than some old beat up toy."She said mockingly eyeing him, trying to figure him out. The water now covered his forehead.

"You think you can read me? You don't even know me, Agent Park." His smugness filled the air. She turned the running water off.

"Everyone's broken over something. Thats how all soldiers are made. They're beaten down and built back up, ten times stronger than they were before. And I must admit, for the short time you've been here, you've proven to be difficult to break."

"I'm not broken... never was." He said rather calmly, now a blank stare.

"You are, we just haven't gotten there yet." She turned the water on, forcing his head beneath the liquid. Holding him in place, he squirmed around trying to break loose. "Whats their name soldier?!" She brought him back up trying to get inside his head.

"They have nothing to do with why I'm in here!" He raged.

"Imagine if they were still alive, what would your life be like then!" She landed an impactful punch against his ribs before shoving him back under water, for even longer this time.

"There isn't a reality where... they'd be... alive! I'd probably find some way to kill them." He choked, trying to form a sentence.

"Them. Your family." She looked at him an epiphany on her face.

"I never said that!" He was infuriated.

"You just did." She chuckled.

"Shut up!" His head was shoved back under. Each time he went under longer.

"What you did to them was because of you! Blood, screams, tears, unspoken laughs!." She laid in punches all over his beaten body. "To think.. all it could have been prevented by one person." She paused, looking him in both eyes. "That 'brave' little boy, torn over the tragic losses." He was silent, focus past her and on the grey brick wall.

"Accept it Petrov! They're dead! You keep your eyes on the wall ahead comrade. It doesn't move when someone beats against it. It stands firm, simple, nearly invisible that sometimes we forget its there. But inflict anger and pain against it.." Perseus bashed the head of a POW against the surface, killing them instantly. "it might cost you your life."

"I'd have it no other way." He looked at her, his gaze empty before forming into an unstable looking smile. "Its how I find thrill in the kills. One of my favorite days was when we set fire to a rather small community. They were proving to be insubordinate to our work, very much a problem. I rounded them up. Families, all were silenced that night. I gave my men orders to shoot them. They took too long so I bathed the children and their parents in gasoline, and it was like fireworks!" He said excitingly. "Me and my men stayed warm that cold winter night. I'll leave out the grim details, I hear people from the crown tend to have fraile stomachs. His eyes were wide, his grin bigger than ever.

"Sick minded soviets!" She shoved him back underwater. He felt a blade peirce his other shoulder.

"Again!" He shouted at her, realizing his ploy was working. "You won't kill me!" He coughed up water.

She twisted the blade deep into his shoulder while he went under another time. He inhaled water trying to scream. She took out her anger on him, some of which reflected emotions burried deep inside that were thought to have been done away with. He had started to really irritate her. This he knew. This he wanted.

She brought him up after a countless amount of times. "And so..." he panted. "A lonely little boy met a scared little girl. Ironic how they both beared a heavy weight of guilt." He looked satisfied, he had struck a nerve.

Just before she was about deal out another impactful blow, Adler and two soldiers rushed into the room.

"Thats enough for today Park." He placed a firm grip on her shoulder. They watched as the two soldiers sedated Anthony.

"What the hell happened in there?" He sounded peived.

"I don't know. I hadn't felt that anger in years. Its as if some of it wasn't even mine." They walked down the halls.

"I don't want to see that again. Get some rest, I'll take over next rotation." He gave her a pat on the back before heading for his office.

January 21, 1981

CIA HQ

"Adler."

"Hudson." The two men greeted each other.

"Whats so important you couldn't tell me over the phone?" Hudson leaned back in his chair.

"Its about Trabzon." Adler sat in the chair across from Hudson's desk. "After we delt with Kadivar we found a survivor, took him in. He had this in his possession." Adler stretched across the desk, handing over the blood stained dossier. He helped himself to Hudson's ash tray before lighting one.

"Well theres not much here. But its certainly more than we've gotten in a long time. What did your guy tell you?" Hudson asked, reading over the blue folder.

"Thats the thing. He didn't give us anything. He said a few giving details here and there but we've been working on him for days now. The kids got quite the willing mindset. He's clever too, nearly escaped one day and made one of our own lose their cool the next. But with that blood there.." Adler nodded to the bloody hand print on the folder. ".. we were able to pull some samples and found a match. Traced that, and found out some background info."

"Tell me about him." Hudson closed the folder, returning it back to Adler.

"He's an orphan. Not born that way but the biggest score we got is the fact that he's one of Perseus' closest men. If not the closest. A commander in fact. That night in Turkey, Kadivar shot and thought to have killed him, leaving him for dead. After we took care of Kadivar it turns out he or, Anthony Petrov, was on the brink of death. It was a jelousy driven attempt to kill."

"Petrov." Hudson repeated the name, hand on his chin.

"Who was his father?"

"Alistair Petrov."

"And the mother?"

"I couldn't find one for her or the daughter."

"Adler you currently posses one of the most dangerous people to ever kill."

"What makes him special?" Adler sat up a bit in his seat.

"He has an impressive family record of service. Some highly noteable soldiers, some would even call heros. I'll tell you this Adler, if you haven't found out already know that he has deadly accuracy unlike anyone you've ever seen. The only shot he misses are the ones he won't take." Hudson shrugged, pulling out a picture and sliding it across his desk.

"Who are talking about?"

"You ever heard of the Lady Nightingale Russ?" Adler observed the old photo of a group of soldiers, his finger hovering over one in particular.