AN: the story is leading into actual parts of the campiagn which may be written with slight differences but still play out the same. Im considering doing a rewrite of the campaign itself but not sure yet. Also just had to say if you've seen the new spiderman, tell me how amamzing it was. Has to be the best movie of the year in my opinion.

They had spent a few more days to further Anthony's obediance.

"Pick up your weapon." Adler ordered.

"Aim."

"Kill him." He had tested the younger man's will to follow orders by giving him a live POW.

A loud bang filled the room.

"Good." Adler spoke.

They had gone as far as to give him codes to decript to ensure his cryptography skills were still intact.

"Get to work." Park had tossed nearly a mountain of folders onto the steel table infront of him.

One murder attempt later he went back under. And again, and one more time.

Feubuary 20, 1981

Anthony's screams ceased once their session of conditioning ended.

"You go talk to him first. He seems to not take to me kindly each time I go first." Adler turned his mic off.

"Whats the thing you usually say or ask him?" Park opened the office door.

"I usually start off by telling him my name and-"

"I'll be sure not to begin with that then." She walked into the lab, leaving Adler to observe through the glass window.

The gaurds stood in the corner ready for another possible outbreak.

"Hello." She greeted him, pulling up a stool next to his chair.

Anthony gave her a strange look, beads of sweat all over his face and clothes.

"You don't know where you are, do you?" She spoke to him like she would a wandering child.

"Where's Adler? He told me he had an offer to make me." He spoke unusually soft, his Russian accent had faded, like it never even existed.

"He'll be here shortly. He suggested I come check in on you. How are you feeling?"

He looked around the room, then back at her and at the leather straps on his hands and feet. "Why have I been restrained? What have I done?" He looked clueless.

"Just saftey precautions is all." She reached to undo them but paused when he responded with a slight jump. "May I?"

He nodded his head, giving her that strange look once more.

"Thank you." He rolled his wrists and ankles out, unaware of how long he had actually been restrained for. He looked at her as if she were familiar. "Can I ask you something?"

"Whats on your mind?"

"Kid, we have a job to do." Adler opened the door, his words overtaking Anthony as he interrupted their conversation.

His tense body relaxed in the chair. He closed and opened his eyes, seeing Adler roll up a seat next to them.

Anthony's expression went blank, as if he had no sense of self. Mindless. They both eyed the subject infront of them.

"Whats your name kid?" Adler started with that, soon followed by other questions that lined up with the bio they had created for him.

"Trainings complete, all he requires now is a name." She looked over to Adler who still kept his focus on Anthony.

"Bell."

With a slight tilt of the head, he looked up at the two hearing his new name. "Willing and ready sir." He muttered softly, part of him not knowing exactly the words coming out of his mouth or why.

February 23, 1981

CIA Safehouse E9

West Berlin

"This is the place?" Bell asked, grabbing his bags from the back of the car.

"An upgrade, I know." Adler chuckled.

"Better than that one safehouse from '74." Bell smiled.

"Anything beats that safehouse." Adler's fist banged on the large metal door as they approached the entrance.

The garage door began to rise from the ground, allowing them inside.

Bell looked around the room to see a few faces. His attention went to the woman in front of him when he felt her grab his belongings.

"Lets get started." Adler said.

"Thats my bag.. can you be gentle with it please?"Bell began politly and decided to stay quiet once she tossed them over in the corner, not paying his words any attention as they gathered at the board. "Must not be accustomed to American culture or something.." he mumbled to himself.

"Theres been a surge in Russian chatter in the last 48hrs. The CIA and DoD are tapping their inside sources for anything substantial, but so far theres no leads on Perseus." Bell crossed his arms and listened as Adler spoke.

"MI6 has come up empty handed as well." Park spoke up.

"So she does speak english and completly understood everything I said just a few moments ago." Bell thought.

"We'll have to start somewhere, so we're going back here... Vietnam, 1968. One of our closest encounters with Perseus."Adler pointed towards the file pinned to the board.

"Shit. Some part of me always knew that mission wasnt done with us." Sims scoffed.

"I'm suprised this didn't come sooner." Bell sighed.

"Whats good Bell." Sims looked over, greeting him with a nod.

"Haven't seen you in a while Sims. Good to see you." Bell replied.

"Pull up everything we have on the attack in Da Nang and run it past Park. She'll cross reference it with MI6." Adler turned his attention to the other man in the room. Bell admired his Burger Town shirt. He couldn't help but give the woman a strange look, one she too picked up on before he darted his eyes else where.

"We're looking for code names, encrypted transmissions, Russian activity with the NVA- anything that could be a lead." Park explained to the man.

"You got it." He replied, walking away.

"Bell. This is where you come in." Adler got his attention. "Your MI6 experience helped our team back in 'Nam, and I'm counting on it once again. Take a look at the evidence board. We'll need to retrace our steps through Da Nang. Anything that could give us a lead on Perseus." He put out his cigarette.

"You can count on me boss." Bell looked at the evidence, observing the photos before walking back over to Adler.

"Bell, your lookin a little pale. You up for this?" He could see his reflection in Adler's aviators.

"Yeah. Never been better." He lied with a smile.

"Good. You just moved up on my favorite team member list, right past Lazar."

"So thats his name." Bell observed.

"Congradulations." Lazar said sarcastically from his work station.

"Why talk about our Da Nang mission? Wouldn't any key details we remember be enough?" He asked, feeling.. odd.

"It'd be good for Park to hear it from us firsthand. Maybe we've overlooked something." Alder said, Bell looked at her. Something off surrounded her and he couldn't pinpoint it. He diverted his eyes elsewhere when she met his.

"Maybe." Bell cleared his throat before lowering his tone. "Park she... seems familiar."

"You probably crossed paths at MI6. Maybe you two have a special rapport. Keep it professional Bell." He explained, making sure his last words came across firmly.

"Right, right. This place, how long has it been here?"

"The safehouse?" Adler looked around the room. "I've done time here before, years back. This go around... just a few days now. Ask Lazar. He can't get enough of safehouses."

"So you and Lazar have worked together?"

"We've done some jobs together. Good guy, you'll like him. He keeps things light."

"So I see." Bell chuckled. "Alright I'll be seeing you."

"Don't be a stranger."

"Lazar." Bell offered him his hand.

"Bell." Lazar shook it.

They spoke about how Lazar had joined the CIA and even shared about how they could both reap the benefits of duel citizenship.

"So did you know of Perseus before this mission?"

"You probably know more than me. I guess its something the top brass wanted to keep to themselves.

Bell went on to ask about the safehouse and even Lazar's shirt.

"I swiped it from a mission one time. I needed some street clothes you know and it just so happened that my favorite burger joint was put on a t-shirt." Lazar laughed. "But enough talk." He looked over Bell's shoulder. "Sims! Heavy bag."

"Hell yea. One sec." Sims set his tools down.

"Care to join us Bell?" Lazar offered.

"Sure. But you'll need a new bag after I'm through."

"Yeah." Sims laughed, taking a look at Lazar who was a bigger man than Bell. "We'll see about that." He looked at Bell.

"Lazar, pretend like its that guy back in Vienna. You know." Sims said, turning on a large light as Lazar warmed up. "Yeah come on!" He cheered.

Lazar began laying in solid punches followed by some combos.

"All you." Sims said.

"Your up Taco Bell." Lazar teased, stepping away from the bag. "Lets see what you got."

"You have a specialty of cryptography right?" Sims asked Bell as he began punching.

"Yea, best in the game." He replied with a right hook followed by an uppercut.

"Good. Maybe Park will have someone to nerd out with. I've tried to not let it bore me but its just not my style." Lazar said.

"Not bad. Step aside, its my turn now." Sims said.

"You two have fun. I've got some work to do." Bell said, feeling Adler's judging eyes on him from behind.

Seeing he they may have gotten off on the wrong foot earlier along with some questions he had for her, he decided to approach Park.

"How are things going Bell?" She asked, seeing him approach.

"They're... going. I'll say that." He said. "So your interested in Vietnam stories?"

"In this case, quite. I understand you may have firsthand knowledge that could help us."

"Yeah." He scoffed. "Me and Sims both."

"Can I ask you something?" She set her folder down. She could tell he barely had a clue of who she was, only what Adler had most likely already told him about her.

"Uh, yea. I guess." He shrugged, looking at the floor.

"Why do you look at me like that?" She was straight with him.

"What?" He looked at her.

"Like that. Like I'm a ghost or something." She laughed.

"I.. I don't know." He paused for a moment, silence between the two as they looked at each other. "You seem.. familiar." He said calmly. "Have we worked together before?" He broke their weird, uncomfortable gaze.

"You and I? Now that I think about it, I'm sure I've seen your face around Century House once or twice before. But these days I'm seldom in London."

"Maybe. Sorry if I've made an awful first encounter, I just feel like we've met before and I can't pinpoint it."

"Just one of those faces I suppose."

"I guess so. But you know I really haven't talked about Vietnam in years."

"I'd imagine it to be difficult Bell. I can't claim to have experienced what you have. Perhaps going ober it again could be... theraputic?"

"Lets hope your right. Is there anything I can help you with?" He asked.

She seemed a but suprised as if not many people offer their helping hand out of pure self interest. "Well, I'm keen to hear about your time in Indochina. So close to Perseus."

"Yes, I'll have to share when I feel I've got my head straight. But what do you know of Perseus?"

"Not nearly as much as I'd like. I have experience with others like Perseus. They're all chess players. I enjoy predicting the next move."

"Oh. Well I think I had an uncle who enjoyed playing chess but then he ended up going to prison because his friend kept bugging him during a very tense match. So he picked up an older lady who was standing nearby, and I can't make this up, but he threw her at his friend." He said casually.

"Wow." She smiled.

"The lady was fine, for the most part."

"Well let's hope your uncle doesn't turn out to be Perseus." She said, not remembering where that implanted memory would have come from.

"Well if your ready to listen, I'm ready to get this Da Nang mission put behind us, for good." Bell sighed.