Daniel "Bell" Folten: Die Landebahn" CIA Safe House E9, West Berlin

March 15, 1981

0400 Hours

Everyone looked at Bell as he muttered the truth.

"He's resisting. Park, give him another dosage, we need this intel." Adler said, prepping the new script.

"We can't! You already told me to up the dosage a moment ago and I did, if we give him any more than he can handle it may kill him!" She protested.

"I didn't ask!" Adler snapped back. "We had this conversation earlier. We get what we want or Bell dies. Perseus is hours away from launching those nukes.

So set aside your personal feelings and do your job."

She didn't respond, although she knew he was right. She injected Bell with the dosage, and his scream began to echo throughout the small room again.

"Here we go again…." Sims said.

Interrogation Script

Daniel "Bell" Folten, MI6

Central Highlands, South Vietnam

July 16, 1968

"You readied your bow to take them out silently." Adler continued to guide Bell, hoping the extra dosage would give him more control over him.

"I used stealth…" Bell's physical being said quietly, staying on script.

"Yes, nice job Bell."

He felt as if his mind was being torn apart and being put back together over and over again within a matter of seconds. He realized Adler was becoming too strong, whatever they gave him was starting to over take him. He tried to cling on with anything he had left to that voice. The voice that warned him, the voice that piqued his interest. But it was too late, his strong will he had started to falter and Adler had gained complete control. For now.

"You followed the path until you reached the ruin." Adler said.

The full moon illuminated the jungle and the paths within it. As Bell made his way through the jungle he noticed objects that were out of place. He saw a terminal of some sort sitting on a rock along with a medical bed that was turned on its side. Seeing this caused a sharp pain in his head, as he recalled these objects and others as things he'd seen previously.

"Bell! Stop looking around and go to the ruin." Adler got his attention. Bell forgot what he was doing and continued down the path.

"The path split near the ruin so you took the well traveled trail on your left, not towards the waterfall on your right."

Bell was about to go left when he saw a TV in front of the ruin. He cautiously approached it. He jumped when he heard a ding come from it, as it played old war footage from Vietnam. He looked from the TV over to the right path, observing the red light that shone beneath it, oddly identical to the red room back in the safehouse.

"Bell, take the left path, you didn't find anything in the ruin." Adler said, trying to keep his cool.

Bell slowly backed away from the TV watching the footage disappear as it made a noise indicating it was off. He jogged towards the left path and began uphill. He came to a halt when he approached the flowing river. Pulling out another arrow, he placed it in the bow and fired, killing one of the enemy soldiers. After four more arrows, the soldiers were down, and Bell went to go collect the arrows off the corpses.

He found himself approaching a bridge and saw overhead a helicopter flying by.

"You mentioned crossing a bridge near a village. The bunker was somewhere on the other side."

Bell froze when he saw a strange figure with their back turned, standing there.

"Lazar!" Bell shouted, trying to get his attention. He didn't turn around, like he didn't even know he was there. "I'm sorry!" Bell shouted, chasing after him.

Lazar didn't say a word as he ran off with incredible speed, faster than a normal human. "Lazar, help me please!" Bell shouted feeling hopeless. He began to regain his resilience again and remembered what that voice had warned him about. He didn't care. He wanted someone to just shoot him. He was trapped in his own mind. Was he really to die knowing that he killed Lazar, not knowing why or what memories were implanted into his head? He paused after crossing the bridge to think for a moment. He was experiencing a living hell, and he didn't know if he could escape it. The strong will to follow the voice of a man who uttered the truth through whispers and warnings and the overwhelming temptation to follow a man who he had worked with for years, now suddenly he didn't know if that was true. His temptations clouded his vision, leaving him to feel lost. He didn't know who to follow. Would it matter who he sided with? If he sided with Adler, chances are he'd either tell him the truth about his past or just more lies and, eventually find himself in a ditch. If he followed this disembodied voice, he'd be going in blind. But what did he have to lose at this point?

Daniel "Bell" Folten: Die Landebahn" CIA Safe House E9, West Berlin

March 15, 1981

0400 Hours

Bell began to speak nonsense that was illegible.

"We're losing him, give him another one." Adler ordered, motioning over to the small glass bottle.

Park didn't protest this time, but that didn't mean she hated doing it. Carrying out his orders had never been a problem in the past. If being part of Bell's MKUltra process wasn't a problem for her then, why did it have to be now?

"Ready, whenever you are." She replied.

"Now." Adler said as he held Bell's shoulders down.

Interrogation Script

Daniel "Bell" Folten, MI6

Central Highlands, South Vietnam

July 16, 1968

His thoughts were interrupted as another sharp pain made its way through his skull. It felt as if he had a lighting rod being struck inside his brain. The pain went away and he forgot what he was doing again.

"At the fork, you followed the road right towards the sound of gunfire." Adler said.

"They need me…" Bell muttered, in real time and in his false reality.

"Seeing a firefight, you readied your M-16."

"Command we've stirred up a hornet's nest! We need chopper support ASAP!" Bell heard one of his fellow soldiers say over comms.

"Roger that chopper inbound. ETA 2 minutes." The base commander responded.

Two minutes had passed by quicker than he could throw a knife, as he and the rest of the soldiers had finished with most of the enemies. As he and the squad approached the final houses, Bell heard an incoming chopper.

"Red Team engaging hostiles." The pilot said over everyone's radio. Everyone watched as the houses erupted into ash, flames, and smoke.

"Threat neutralized. Returning to base." The pilot said. Everyone around him began to raise their weapons as they cheered and let out roars of "woo hoos' ' after witnessing the destroyed scene before them. Bell ran towards the fire when he saw the red door a few feet in front of him.

"The one through the flames?" Bell asked.

"Yes, this was the bunker entrance you described in the report." Adler confirmed.

Bell approached the door and placed his hand on it, triggering a faint thought. He had a feeling that he shouldn't open this red door, as if it were forbidden by someone he once knew. Knowing it was too late to turn back he did it anyway. He entered into a new environment. The room was completely dark. In the center were two projectors that illuminated slides on the wall.

As soon as he entered he heard voices speaking constant nonsense. However through that gibberish he was able to interpret perhaps the most important voice of them.

"Don't… trust him….. lying to you. Adler… don't…. to you." That voice, again. He stumbled backwards with his hands to his head.

"I cant!" Bell exclaimed.

"Yes you can Bell. Find the door, and open it." Adler said gently as he heard Bell's physical being struggle in his own consciousness.

He crouched down and laid his head on his knees with his hands over his head, desperate for a moment to think.

"Stop! Please!" Bell begged the voices. All became quiet and he slowly lifted his head as the last voice repeated itself, resulting in nothing but the noise of the projectors

He stood back up and went to flip the switch on one projector. He kept flipping until he saw a red image, a part of the door. Maneuvering over to the next projector he flipped the slides, trying to match the other half of the door. He eventually found it and walked towards the door. Before his very eyes, the door shifted from an image to an actual physical red door. He opened it and walked through, finding himself in a run down hallway.

It was much more quiet here.

"This place is familiar." Bell said.

"Good, now tell me. What did you find inside the bunker?" Adler asked, realizing he was close to getting what he wanted.

"Perseus…." Bell said but before he saw the man's face he felt another sharp pain in his head, regaining awareness of where he was.

"No." Bell said. The environment around him shifted.

"No. Don't stop Bell, dammit! Quick hand me the fallback scenario manual." Adler said, frustrated that he had been drawing near the answers he seeked.

"Here." Sims said passing the manual over.

Bell opened his eyes and let his vision adjust. All the events that he relieved while he was under came rushing back to him and he quickly tried to free himself of his restraints.

"Adler you" Bell growled, but he was interrupted.

"We're not done here yet." Adler said putting a hand over Bell's mouth. "We've got a job to do."

A ringing sound began to echo throughout his head and his angry eyes began to relax until they finally closed.

Interrogation Script

Daniel "Bell" Folten, MI6

Central Highlands, South Vietnam

July 16, 1968

Sounds of firing guns and explosives filled the air. Bell felt around inside the crashed copper until he slipped, falling out of the tree, landing on his hands and knees.

"According to your debrief, you woke in the middle of a firefight. Crashed survivors were defending against an enemy VC attack. You readied a grenade launcher and charged ahead."

Still staying on script he did as Adler said rushed towards the rice field. He cleared a path that led to one of the houses to take cover. Passing one of the corpses he back peddled, approaching the body. He kneeled beside it and removed the man's sunglasses.

"Adler." Bell said, frightened.

Another sharp pain crackled throughout his head, allowing him to remember how many times he had repeated this exact same process. The image of Adler's deceased face was burnt into his memory as he darted deep into the jungle, still startled by what he saw. He ran along the path,leaving the Adler clones shooting after him.

Rounding the corner he saw that the path was more obstructed, this time with pipes, terminals and a black doorway. He stopped when he reached the ruin, remembering this was when Adler usually chimed in.

"The path split near a ruin, so you took the well traveled trail on your left, not toward the waterfall on your right."

His rebellious nature told him to go left, knowing that this would probably only peeve Adler even more. That was part of his goal right now, but he also wanted to see what he didn't get too during Adler's other two attempts.

"Towards the waterfall.." Bell murmured.

"How many injections do we have left?" He heard Adler ask the others.

"Only enough for one more script." Park said.

"Stop fighting me Bell, and go left. Go back and take the right path to the bunker." He said, returning his attention back to Bell.

Bell continued his path until he reached a small group of friendly soldiers.

"Get down! Get down! VC…" one of the soldiers whispered. "Lets move in close. Use our knives."

Bell nodded and the three of them jumped down from the small ledge, into the water, next to the waterfall.

"Stay low. Use the grass for cover."

Bell quietly snuck up behind on of the enemies and stabbed him in the back, turning him around and slicing the knife across the man's chest and throat. As the other enemy VC were alerted, Bell threw his knife into another enemy, landing it directly in the center of his head. He swiftly pulled his M-16 off his back and assisted the other two soldiers in the take down.

"Thanks for the assist. Goodluck on your mission." The soldier said nodding his helmet to Bell. He returned the nod and waited for Adler to give him directions.

"You heard Russian voices from a cave across the river, so you went to investigate." Adler said.

Seeing there was nowhere else to go he headed into the cave.

"You equipped your shotgun and had a bow ready. That's when you discovered VC soldiers meeting with soviet agents."

Bell tossed his shotgun aside and pulled out his bow, silently killing the first enemy he saw standing alone. He put his bow on his back and recovered the dead man's M-16, and immediately executed the few enemies in the small cave.

Reaching another part of the cave, he decided to repeat this bloodshed, until he stumbled upon the exit. Crouching behind a rock, he decided to use his knife this time, seeing that there were only two enemies. He charged from behind the rock stabbing one the men and finally tossing his knife through the other's heart, ending them both swiftly. He looked around and noticed how deep of a pit he was in.

"The red door…" He mumbled.

"Yes Bell, that was the door to the Soviet bunker."

He ran through the water, proceeding towards the door. He opened it and stepped inside.

"There was a lab…" Bell said, confusing Adler.

"A lab? That doesn't sound right. Bell's in the lab? What the hell is he doing there?" Adler asked, puzzled.

He looked down the long hallway, noticing they all had privacy glass windows, each of which was on the left side of the hall. He approached the first window and pulled the first shade up revealing a white room with nothing but a TV and interrogation chair in it. He recalled being in that room on one of Adler's previous attempts. He went onto the next window which revealed a near identical room, the only difference was that this time there was an added red door, a big standing light, another TV, a projection screen and a glass window separating an office from the lab. Observing these changes he proceeded to the next, predicting that there would be more changes to the room.

His suspicions were correct when he saw the entire room as it was supposed to be. Seeing the lab in its original form, he concluded that this scene must have been the very beginning of his implanted memories. This time the walls were dark and grey in color. The TV screens were playing the same footage he had been seeing in his "dreams". It seems as if everything that had been in that room, he had envisioned in his head previously in his "dreams". Then he saw someone sitting in a chair, dressed in jeans and a jacket, with a hood pulled over their head. He remembers those clothes, that jacket, those boots.

"I see...myself." Bell said, almost in question. He watched as he saw Adler dressed in his typical light brown leather jacket look at him as he walked by the window, holding something in his hand. He began to catch onto what really happened to him. He was still puzzled but part of him knew what really happened, he just didn't want to acknowledge it.

"And I see you, Adler."

"This isn't working." Adler sighed sounding defeated.

"Adminitring 1cc of adrenaline." Park said.

The tiles on the wall began to crumble all around him and he felt a sudden spark of energy. He went to the next window, revealing the inside of a bunker.

"Thats it Bell. That's what you were looking for. Perseus was in there." Adler said.

"Perseus…?"

He looked through the window and remembered stepping inside this bunker during an earlier trial before Adler began to run the second one. He proceeded down the hallway and this time saw himself inside the safehouse in Berlin. He was laying on the same bed he was now. Sims, Park and Adler surrounded his unconscious body. He could tell by the attire they were all wearing, that this memory had taken place some time around their hunt for Volkov. The final window showed him the walls that he had just passed through. Confused, he turned around to find himself in the interrogation room he had seen himself in moments ago. He was in there alone. He wandered around for a few moments to observe all the details. He took note of all the bloody tools lying on the tray, a pile of scripts on one of the carts below the TV. He especially found the rolling camera pointing in the direction of his seat to be most unsettling. Walking up to the glass window separating the room from the office Adler would have sat in, he noticed a microphone on the desk, along with stacks of files and papers scattered all over the wooden surface.

Remembering the white room, he sat in the chair expecting another wave of pain. Just as he expected he saw a jumble of red visions. He remembers being forced to watch the old war footage, being taken down the hallways of the lab, all of it he was reliving for a second time over. Over it all, he heard Alder and Park's voice again.

"Normal forms of interrogation weren't working." He heard Adler's voice from a past, forgotten memory.

"You'll have to establish trust, by building up a shared history with the subject." Park responded.

"We have a job to do…" He saw someone's hand waving a bell, the sound echoed throughout his mind, ending his short lived memory sequence.

He didn't even have time to fully adjust his vision this time after awakening for the third time before Adler put his hand back over his mouth.

"Another dose. We'll keep re-running scenario 1. Bell, we've got a job to do."

"I wouldn't advise that." Park spoke up.

"I didn't ask." Adler snapped back.


Interrogation Script

Daniel "Bell" Folten, MI6

Central Highlands, South Vietnam

July 16, 1968

The script continued as normal, take the enemies out, stop at the ruins and take a left or a right. However this time his rebellious nature began to fight back against Adler and he took the zipline towards the waterfall.

The giant statue caught his eye and he motioned over to it seeing a wooden hatch in the ground. Hearing Adler's disapproval, he figured this was the place to be if he wanted to keep him away from that bunker. He equipped his flashlight and pistol and maneuvered through the tight fit tunnels. Was that a zombie?

"Stop lying Bell and tell me how you met Perseus."

He placed his hand on the handle.

"The handle… is stuck." Bell said, trying to buy time.

"I don't care if it was stuck, just open it!" He could tell Adler was getting impatient, just what Bell was going for. If Adler grew tired enough perhaps he would give up, and Bell would finally be able to escape this place. The grey hallway, the same one he saw before he entered Perseus' bunker. However this time it was in an upside down L. Rounding the corner to the left he saw the door down the hall and ran towards it. Opening the door, this time it wasn't locked as he stepped through. He was back in the exact same hallway.

Bell began to speak nonsense again.

"Park, give Bell another injection."

"We might kill him Adler!" Park said, sounding guilty.

"Do it now!" Adler demanded.

Receiving the injection, his vision became waves of gold. He felt like he was running in slow motion, like he had a weight tied around him, slowing him down. He could hear his heart begin to speed up as the hallway got longer and the door got farther and farther away.

"Heart rate is spiking. I'm not sure how much longer Bell can last." She said, sounding concerned.

Within seconds his vision was back to normal color, his heart became more silent, and the door ceased its movement, allowing for Bell to catch up to it.

"Good. Everythings stabilizing. Heart rate is coming down." Park sounded almost relieved.

He opened the door, once again, back in the same hallway. He was starting to lose his insanity. There were now other doors, exactly the same as the red one except they were grey. They were open and from inside they manifested voices. Voices he couldn't even interpret. He didn't know what they were saying or who was saying them. As he ran past them they slammed shut, some of which shot bullets past him. Turning the corner he froze when he saw Adler standing in the middle of the doorway. He was dressed in his usual brown leather jacket and khakis. He noticed his head spiraling in all different directions as he just stared at Bell. He panicked when the figure started to slowly approach him. Too afraid to move he watched Adler come face to face with him, and suddenly his head stopped spiraling like a bobble head.

"Do not trust Adler." The voice that came out of this Adler was not the voice he was used to hearing. It was that same one from previous encounters…. it was Perseus. Adler's body walked through Bell, as if he were a ghost. Feeling his chest, he turned around and the figure was gone. He was in terror, he didn't know what was happening, he was going insane. He looked to his left and sprinted, desperate to find a way out of this never ending hell. As he turned the corners the hallway began to shrink and he went from running to crouching.

"Why is Bell repeating himself?" Adler's voice sounded like a chipmunk on helium.

Bell reached the end of the shrunken hallway and turned to finally find the red door. Opening it he was in the lab again, this time he was in a different part of it.

"The lab…"

"Why is he back in the lab?"

He raced down the hallway.

"Bell forget about the damn lab. I need to know what's inside that bunker."

The floor beneath him gave way and he fell stories down in front of the red door. Beyond the door was a lab full of TVs, interrogation chairs, projection screens and countertops, covered in papers and bloodied tools.

"We're losing him. We're completely off script." Adler said, sounding defeated.

"Bell's been through a lot of trauma, real and imaginary." Park pointed out.

"We have no leads left. We'll push until we get what he was made for, or he dies." Adler said with confidence returning to his voice.

Passing the TVs he heard Adler's voice repeating sentences and phrases he had heard throughout his time running missions with the team.

"Hudson can't trust anyone he can't control."

"I need you to think back to Vietnam one last time."

"You're the key to stopping Perseus." The voices said as he made his way to the end of the room. He reached the final chair and sat down in it, triggering new memories.

"We've known each other for years." Adler voiced.

"It appears the subject's programming is beginning to take hold." Park said

"Been through the hell of Vietnam together."

"We've got a job to do."

He saw everything over their voices. Adler spoke to him through the mike as he was strapped to a chair forced to listen to his voice. Forced against his will to watch footage from Vietnam, the rings of bells from someone's hand, all those weeks of suffering.

"Can Bell survive another round?"

"Now you're asking me?"

"Do it, we're not leaving empty handed. Script 17."

"Ready."

"Bell, we got a job to do."

He truly was never to escape. He would probably live out eternity repeating the same process over and over again, having to listen to Adler's agonizing voice forever.

"Skip ahead we've been over this already." Alder said, in no haste to waste anymore time. "The bunker door was right there at the ruins, Bell you went in!"

He froze at the sight of that door. He couldn't go through that door, not again. If he went through there's no telling what he might see this time. He took off to the left, sprinting uphill.

"Bell open the door."

Red doors started dropping from the sky, trying to block his path. Door after door dropped until he reached the bridge. The door blocked the bridge off, so he took the zipline down.

"Tell me about Perseus."

"Perseus…" Bell trailed off.

"What happened in the bunker, Bell?

He reached the ground and kept running avoiding doors left and right.

"Bell Perseus said something to you, what was it?"

"Stop!" Bell shouted trying to resist.

Suddenly he was transported to the ruins. He was caved in the small environment, with nowhere else to go but the door.

"Bell, the door. Go inside."

He went inside finding the bunker, full of whispers. He looked around to find a long table with chairs all around it, facing a board showing some sort of well laid out plan. He took a seat closest to him, triggering even more new memories.

He was at the table still, however the black room was illuminated by three TVs in front of him.

"You're the only one who knows where Perseus is. Where he'll detonate the nukes." Adler said approaching the table. "Where is he Bell!" He slammed his hands against the table in frustration.

He was back at the table, this time the seats were filled by faces he'd seen before. Kardivar, Volkov, Rudnik, and Aldrich, were all seated with him. Perseus stood and spoke.

"Comrades… The United States and its allies slowly consume that which is dear to us. Our leaders continue to weaken under this threat." The scene shifts and Perseus is now on the other side of the table.

"It is the moral duty of Perseus to act, when they will not." It switched again, Perseus was coming towards his direction. "Soon we will possess an American nuclear bomb. The key to unlocking their entire Greenlight arsenal. Once we control the Greenlight arsenal, we will detonate them all from the safety of Solovetsky."

His memories started back up again. He saw himself being rescued by Adler, followed by the recovery room he was placed in.

"I gotta admit I'm surprised. I didn't think he'd recover so fast." Park and Adler studied his recovered body. He assumed he was in some sort of coma at the time.

He saw more red flashing images, a door, the chair… all of it.

"We tried everything. Normal forms of interrogation weren't working.

"Breaking a subject's will and erasing their mind is a difficult and painful process." Park said observing their newly acquired asset.

"Thats a small price to pay….."

"Lastly, you'll need a command phrase to trigger the implanted memories."

"We have a job to do"

"You had to reach the Soviet bunker." He saw Adler programming him.

"And now the training is complete. You just need to give the subject a name."

"Bell."

Daniel "Bell" Folten: Die Landebahn" CIA Safe House E9, West Berlin

March 15, 1981

0600 Hours

He woke up, his head spinning.

"He's coming to." Sims said, leaning against the bed.

Adler came marching over to his side. "Bell stop screwing around! What did Perseus say? Where is he?" He said putting a hand around Bell's vest, pulling him up.

"What's happening to me?" Bell asked.

"Your disoriented Bell, we'll explain later. Right now we need to help each other.

"What did you do to me?!" Bell growled.

"We gave you a second chance when you were left for dead. Now we just want some assistance in return." Adler released him, stepping back.

"Bell, you were one of Perseus' agents. His associate, Arash Kardivar, turned on you at the airstrip in turkey. Left you for dead." Bell looked to his right to see the bloodied blue file she held in front of him.

He recalled that night. Kardivar telling him that he didn't want the competition, and then shooting him and the driver, leaving him to bleed out and die with the file now covered in his splattered blood.

"We were there. We found you after everything went down." Adler explained.

He remembered sitting in the jeep waiting for his time to come when Adler showed up, rescuing him. Thinking about it now, he wishes that Adler would have kept on walking or that Kardivar was actually a good shot.

"You're lying to me! You put this in my head!" Bell spat in disbelief. All three of them were staring at him. "I'm not really MI6, am I?"

"The CIA reinvented you Bell. We needed to give you a new identity to replace the old. Sims and I both wanted you to be CIA, but you resisted so Park suggested you become MI6. She wanted that bond with you. You even picked up a bit of her accent." Adler revealed. Bell looked at Park in disbelief. He was only ever just an "asset" to them. "We were able to utilize your language and cryptography skills as an added bonus." Piecing it all together, Bell didn't want to believe him. He wanted to think he was still dreaming.

"The bigger challenge was your memory." Adler continued.

"The CIA's MK-Ultra program used Adler's missions in Vietnam as a template. We needed you to have that shared experience, that lifelong bond, to establish trust, or at least a small part of trust." Park explained, with a stone face.

"You people are sick!" Bell hissed.

"Are your hands clean Bell?" Adler asked, turning the tables.

"Maybe if you hadn't forced me into this they just might be!" He snapped back. "Besides, how did changing my identity help you?"

"Interrogation didn't work with you. But thanks to MK-Ultras research, we had a plan. If you believed you were someone else, we could lead you to a place where you'd give everything up."

"Screw this!"

"I don't think so." Adler said, slowly easing up beside Bell. "We have a job to do." He placed his hand over Bell's mouth.

His eyes shut as soon as those words left Adler's lips, and his brain was elsewhere. How could he have been such a fool? The phrase was the dead giveaway. For months he had heard that phrase and never had a single thought about it. All those times where he felt his mind wasn't even in his own body…

"The trigger phrase kept you in line, but it didn't get us everything we needed. Your innermost secrets were always locked behind a door." Adler revealed.

"The door…. Aghhhh!" Bell forced the back of his head against the bed, in anger. How could he have ever been so stupid?

"Bell, I realize you probably hate us right now. What we've done to you. I just need you to fully understand the stakes here. What you do right now is not about me, it's not about you." Adler extended his arm outwards, as if he were introducing someone to a crowd. "It's about a million innocent people. It's about stopping someone who in the end has no true allegiance to anyone other than himself. So tell me where is Perseus?"

"We shall detonate them from the safety of Solovetsky." Bell recalled hearing Perseus' voice.

"This is your chance to define who you really are Bell." He didn't know who he was, what he was. All he knew is that for the past few months he had been nothing but a tool to his "friends". He was nothing more than an impressment. He wasn't rescued, he was robbed. Had Adler never came to his aid he would have died, yes. But at least he would have died knowing the people he cared about, knowing everything he had accomplished. He almost forgot… He came to the realization that he indeed did have a family, or did. He recalled "dreaming" about his talk with that man in the office. Adler interrupted his thoughts.

"Where is Perseus?" He asked in a simple tone, as he leaned down to look at Bell in the eyes.

He could tell them Solovetsky… he could. Or he could make up some place that would seem believable to the CIA. Either way Adler or anyone for that matter had any way to determine if he was lying or not. If he lied, he would be dragging millions of innocent people to their graves, along with their children. But that didn't mean their deaths would have to be in vain. Right? Adler was right about one thing, he was given a fresh start. At the cost of erasing anything he had ever had previously that is. He could simply let this mission be his last and if he returned, live out his days somewhere as a common person. Adler had taken more than just his memories away, he took everything away except his physical being. His entire personality, emotions, accent, everything.

"Duga… He's in Duga." Bell responded softly as he stared into his reflection on Adler's sunglasses.

If millions of lives were the price of Adler's actions against him, then so be it.