January 21, 1981

The Lab

"Not long after the incident, Anthony Petrov was declared deceased."Anthony watched as Adler sat and read from a newspaper. He held the mic close to his mouth speaking from behind the glass pane separating the office space from the lab area.

"Give one shock." He heard one the scientists say as the other gave another injection. He felt the third wrap a peice of cloth around his eyes, blinding him.

Pain shot all through his body. It went on for what felt like an eternity to him. Hours of excruciating pain.

Janurary 22, 1981

He hadnt realised he had lost consciousness until he had gained it back. He could feel his senses weakening. Feeling in his fingers were tingely.

He jumped when the cloth was snatched from his eyes.

"Are back to end my suffering?" He asked weakly, seeing Park return.

"I'm only here to prolong it." She peirced his arm with a needle.

His already drugged body gave in easily to new chemicals coming in, allowing his mind to be easily persuaded.

"Adler, begin with the script." She said, standing next to the control box in charge of the electricity entering his body. He was forced to stare at the TV footage playing.

"January 26, 1968. The first time Perseus pinged our radar. Don't you remember, you were there. You were the one who really saved our necks in 'nam." Adler stared at him through the glass as he sat in his office chair, papers surrounding him.

"I don't know what the hell your talking about old man!" Anthony growled, trying to break free of his restraints. His resiliance still lived as he was hit with high amounts of voltage.

"Think kid, its in there somewhere. I promise. Think back. Camp Haskins. We had a job to do." Anthony looked over in the corner of his vision to see one of the scientists ringing a small hand held bell.

"Me and Sims..."

"Perseus..."

"The nuke..."

"VC and Spetsnaz"

"Our heleicopter was shot down..." Adler read from his script.

"No! No! Who are you!" Anthony screamed, losing sense of his surroundings and slowly, himself. "I don't know you! I-" he groaned in pain from the high voltage shocking him.

"Dammit." Adler sighed through the mic. "Lets try something else." He rummaged through some papers. "Hey, we have a job to do." He stood. The bell rang again. "Your name is Daniel Folten former KGB agent. You were born in Germany, 1949. Your father served as a commander in the war."

"My name..." Anthony mumbled.

"Yes, your name. Daniel. Folten." Adler repeated for him.

"Anthony Petrov." Their subject responded through gritted teeth. This time instead of uping the voltage, he was met with a crowbar to his ribs and another dosage of overwhelming drugging.

"Daniel Folten. We have a job to do." Adler started over again.

Anthony screamed at the sound of the bell once more.

"Agent Folten former KGB agent..." He tried for hours.

"Daniel..." Anthony mumbled, trying to be resiliant as he could. "Petrov."

"Call it for today, we've got some more scripts we need to review." Adler said through the mic.

"Doctors, clean this place up. Make sure he's restrained well before you leave this room." Park said, placing the peice of cloth back around his eyes. He realised they were trying to degrade his senses in an effort to cause hallucinations. He had overviewed a case about project MKUltra when he was brought into the Perseus training camp. It had interested him in his free time. He had read about the different tactics used to throw the subject's mind off balance to bend their will. And it was working.

January 23, 1981

"Whats changed?" Adler asked, holding the new script he had asked Park to write up.

"He isn't taking to the KGB well. And you wanted him to be CIA. If that doesn't work then he'll be MI6. We'll need to keep his family history and figures rather similar so that his brain won't think anything out of the ordinary, almost like a substitute." They stood in the small office.

"I still don't think these memories are going to work. Your sure that giving him my own experiences will have an impact?" He asked her.

"Yes, he'll need to form a bond with you if you ever want his trust."

"This is going to take some time then. He won't snap easily. At the very least we're starting to get his new name through his thick skull." Adler scoffed.

"Gear is already prepped and ready to go."

"Let's get started then."

January 26, 1981

He had been undergoing MKUltra's process for about a week now. The CIA were making break throughs.

He felt someone remove the cloth from his eyes again.

"Hey kid." Adler greeted him as he stepped in front of Anthony. "Do you remember me?" He spoke to Anthony as if he were a lost child.

"Yes." He replied calmly. "Russell Adler, I know you."

"Whats your name?"

"Anth-..." he paused for a moment, collecting himself. "Daniel Folten, MI6." He said without effort.

"Good. Can you tell me about your family?"

"My father, he served in the military. I was born in... Massachusetts. I have duel citizenship." He looked around the room as he spoke, not exactly aware of where he was. "We didn't get along. I remember he had moved us to the UK. Thats when we separated, and I joined the military. Moved up the ranks." He stared at Adler's shoes. "That's when I met you and Sims. In that jungle." He looked up at Adler, a confused look on his face that soon turned to anger.

"You... what have you done to me!" He shouted, trying to break free of his restraints.

"We're getting somewhere. Prep him, we start in 10." He told the scientists as he walked out of the room.

"So you picked up an M-16 and went on your way.."

"You took them out with your bow and arrow.."

"Take the path to the left, not the right..."

"Script 17?"

"There were enemy VC."

"So you aided in their attack with your sniper."

"We've known each other for years, fought and bled together."

"You went straight to find Perseus' hidden bunker."

"We have a job to do." That was the phrase that immidiatly paused his screams each time they ended their session for the day.

Febuary 10, 1981

They had used various scripts and techniques such as recreating gun firing noises to further entrance their subject into the environment of Vietnam and playing footage. Anthony had felt himself slip days ago. He had lost himself.

The normal morning procedure had gone differently this time. He was removed from his restraints, and taken to a different office space. One he had never seen before. The gaurds were instructed by Adler to not use any cuffs to ensure their captive that he wasn't in any danger.

"Have a seat." The soldier said, shutting the door behind him, leaving Anthony alone by himself.

He sat, looking around the room. The walls and floor was constructed of a nice glossy wood. Pictures hung on the wall showing soldiers of different branches within the US military. Books and medals filled a bookshelf. He looked to his left and for the first time in weeks he had seen real sunlight. Most people would be estatic about the sight. It didn't even occur to him that he hadn't seen outside in over two weeks, he thought nothing of it.

The door opened behind him. He stood up, turning around quickly.

"Stand down. Nobodys here to harm you, its just me." Adler said, walking to have a seat across the office desk from him. They both sat at the same time.

"How are you feeling this morning?" Adler asked him.

"Tired." He kept his gaze away from Adler's aviators. The absence of his russian accent was noticable as it was somehow replaced with a very light british one, almost American.

"Here, lets try something. Fill this out." Adler slid him a peice of paper and a pen. He watched as the younger man took a moment to figure out which hand he wrote best with. Adler reviewed the form that asked for his name and biogrophy after Daniel returned it back to him. "Good."

"Adler, can I ask you something?" He narrowed his brow.

"Whats on your mind?"

"Do you ever have that feeling.. the strange feeling that something isn't right? Like something's missing. The oddest sense of deja vu you've ever experienced.." he trailed off.

"You know... actually I have. Unfortunatly its something that everyone experiences when war is involved." He looked at the younger man, realising they still had some flaws they needed to work out. He stood, Daniel following as they walked to the door.

Daniel looked up at Adler, meeting his gaze for the first time. "Your lying to me." He paused before attempting to knock Adler off his feet. He quickly was met with a strong left hook as he fell to the ground, unconsciouss.

"I see it didn't go well." Park opened the office door to find Daniel lying on the wooden floor.

"It seemed promising in the begining. For the most part we've got him where we want him. But theres still some small issues we need to solve with more conditioning."

"I'll get the lab ready."