March 18, 1981

Perseus Base

Moscow, USSR

That name... that was not his first name.

"Leave us." Perseus said to the doctor.

"Anthony..." Bell said through sudden realization.

"Ahh, so you do remember." Perseus said quite pleased.

"You'll remember everything soon enough comerade. Right now I need a debiref on your last mission. So tell me, what happened in that forrest."

"I... I searched for him. He tried to get the jump on me but failed. I saw the look of defeat fall across his face just before I shot him. I watched as his body fell into the stream as it took him over the falls. It was like taking the entire world off my shoulders."

"The others, what became of them?"

"They..." Bell had to choose his next words carefully.

"They got away."

"How?"

"Just before I shot Adler he tried to speak the phrase that was embedded within my mind. I was able to kill him, but it... I felt like my mind was being reassembled and torn apart. There was a constant ringing, and before I knew it the foreign agent had caught me off gaurd with a throwing axe and a knife of her own."

"This foreign agent you speak of, which country did she belong to."

"One of MI6."

Perseus nodded and let him continue.

"I held her at gunpoint and nearly did eliminate her. But that was when the other two Americans came rushing in just in time. Previously I had dropped my Ak in a brawl so I made a haste for it, knocking the foreign agent unconscious in the process. I held both my Ak and revolver in hand aiming at both the americans. We fired at the same time, they at me and me at the two of them. I was able to injure them, not fataly unfortunatly. I was foolish to leave the other agent unattended while she was unconsious. She had regained enough strength to grab a pistol of her own and shoot the back of my leg. I guess they heard the mighty footsteps of out soldiers, so they left me, but not before saying to me that one day they would personally ensure my death by their hand."

"They ran across the stream?"

"Yes."

"So help me understand. How does this foreign agent come charging at you with a knife if she has a pistol later in the story?"

Bell ket his poker face.

"It was concealed sir."

"Then wouldn't it make more sense to have simply shot you while she had the chance."

Bell was quick to respond. "Letting the enemy beleive all you have is a knife was a clever enough tactic to fool me."

"I see... Well what is done is done. I'm sure you may have many questions but unfortuantly they will have to wait, I'v got a meeting soon." Perseus stood from his chair. "You are a hero to the Motherland. Rest easy, comerade." He opened the door and paused for a moment.

"I always knew my best agent would find his way home." He said over his shoulder.

He was watching everything happen from a 3rd person perspective. Was he watching a movie? An old film he was remembering? It was a cloudy day, late in the afternoon. Bell saw as the autum leaves swept down the road and its sidewalks and people on them. Cars passed up and down the street. His attention went elsewhere when he heard the sound of a school bell ring.

"I can carry some of your books for you." A boy, no older than eight or nine said to a girl, who looked to be a few years younger than him.

"Thanks, but I got it. Remember, Mama said I should start carrying my own books." The girl responded, zipping up her own bag.

"Look what I found." The pair stood atop the steps of the school as other waves of children the same age and older passed them. The boy pulled out a few coins and showed them to the girl.

He recognized that boy. The innocense painted all over him. How could he not recognize him, they did share the same face.

The girl gasped. "We can go to the candystore today!" She said with smile across her face.

"Mama gave it to me this morning to suprise you." He said, seeing his sister smile made him feel so happy.

"Lets go!" She grabbed his hand and sprinted off down the sidewalk.

"Elena, carefull you might ru-'' he tried to warn his sister before they were stopped in their tracks. Luckily they didn't bump into anyone. It was Anthony who had stopped them.

"Come on, we're almost there." The girl said eagerly.

"Look." He said motioning over to a small alley way. Two boys one clearly older than the other who was about the same age as the siblings. The younger boy had a bloodied nose, drops of it running down onto his shirt. Fear was all over his face as the older boy cornerd him. "We have to help him." Anthony said, looking down at his sister.

"But you might get hurt!" She said desperately tugging at his arm.

"And he wont?" He said looking over at the other boy.

"Wait for us at home if you'd like but I have to help him." He shook lose of her grip around his wrist.

He ran up to a garbage can and grabbed its metal lid, rushing towards the older boy from behind. Knocking him to the ground he swiftly grabbed the other boy and started to run.

"Come on!" He motioned for his sister to follow, who he thought would have been on her way home by now.

After many lefts and rights he checked behind them to see if they still had a tail after them. They came to a stop, all of them out of breath.

"You alright?" He asked the other boy.

"I'm not dead, so I guess so." The boy smiled.

"Come on, we'll take you to our house to get patched up. Its not far." Anthony said, leading the way "What's your name anyways?"

"Kirk." The boy said holding his still bloodied nose with his sleeve.

"Anthony, this is my younger sister, Elena."

"Nice to meet you." The girl said, smiling.

"Your our friend now, nobody's going to mess with you anymore." Anthony said, sounding confident.

"I wish I could say that as loud as you could." The boy said. "Why so optomistic? Arn't you worried he's going to come after you two now?"

"No." The siblings said in unison.

"Our Papa is a bussiness man, a very good one too. All the kids at school are too scared to even get into an arguement with us about even the smallest things. Thats why nobody messes with us." The girl spoke. "Do you know how to wrap bandages?" She asked her brother

"Not really, but I'm sure Aleks would love to help." He said cheerfully.

"Who's.."

"He helps Mama around the house when Papa isn't home." Elena answered.

"So he's your butler?"

"Sort of, we just call him Aleks though. He's part of the family to us."

"Oh."

Not long after, they finally arrived at the large wide wooden home. The house was a light color of brown with a nice circled drive way.

Elena stepped on the tips of her toes to grab hold of the metal ring, using it to knock on the door.

"Welcome children..." The man said seeing the bloodied boy.

"We'll explain who he is later. Right now we need to find the medical supplies." Anthony said.

"Of course come on in, go sit in the kitchen and I'll bring all the supplies to patch him up."

"Can we help?" His sister asked.

"I'm afraid not, just wait in there and I'll be back." Aleks said pointing towards the kitchen.

The boy observed the nice home he stepped into. The wooden floors and stairs leading to the second floor. The giant rug covering the floor of the entrance way was soft beneath his feet. He didn't even have the chance to observe outside in the backyard. "Nice house." Kirk said. Anthony could tell he was clearly in amazement. It began to make him feel almost embarrassed.

A few moments later, Aleks arrived with bandages along with some rags. "Come, sit up here. It will a less of mess like this." Aleks motioned for the boy to sit on the kitchen counter by the sink.

The siblings watched as their new freind received some bangades across his face and arm.

"Well luckily your friend's nose isn't broken, just a deep cut." The man said finishing up.

"Thank you, my parents would have gotten angry with me if they had to go buy more bandages."

They heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen.

"Mama!" Anthony and his sister exclaimed with happiness.

"How was school today?" Their mother said, embracing them, a smile on her face too.

"We made a new friend!" Elena said.

Their mother stepped around the corner to see the bandaged boy.

"Mama, this is Kirk. Anthony rescued him from a bully!" The girl pointed to their new freind.

"Oh, well nice to meet you, any friend of Anthony and Elena's is welcome into our home."

"Thank you." The boy said glad to have made new friends.

"Can he stay for dinner Mama?" Anthony asked.

"Of course."

"Yay! Come on Kirk, I'll show you our rooms." The two went out the room, leaving Anthony behind.

"So how did this 'rescue' happen?" His mother asked, rasing her eyes.

"Well I wouldn't call it a rescue..." He explained the story to his mother and Aleks.

"That is quite a tale sir." Aleks replied.

"Just try and before you cross the street next time." His mother advised. "I am proud of you and your sister, though." She smiled.

"I can't wait for Papa to meet him. What time will he be home?"

His mother gave him a sympathetic look. "Your father has extended his bussiness trip. He won't be hoke for another two days."

A wave of dissapointment fell across his face, and it showed.

"I'm sorry Anthony. But at least you have your new friend." She hugged him.

"Why don't you run upstairs and go play with the others. Dinner will be ready soon."

"Ok." Anthony replied, still a bit sad that his father wasn't going to be here this evening like he said.

His mother kissed the top of his head before he ran upstairs. "Have fun!" She said.


March 25, 1981

Perseus base

Moscow, USSR

He woke up with an overwhelming feeling of saddness. Tears were streaming down his face. He gently laid himself back down on his pillow trying to steady his breathing. He wiped the tears from his cheeks. He still felt that stupid bandage covering his left eye, which was now soaked with tears. He looked over to his left to see the alarm clock that told him it was early in the morning, probably around 2am. There was no way he was falling back asleep any time soon. After a week of lying in bed he decided to see how far his recovery had come along. He threw his feet around the edge of the bed and planted them on the ground, standing up. His legs were sore from his bullet wound as well as the deep cut by Park's throwing axe. But he still managed to walk normally. His head felt much better, while it too was still sore from the damage it took, he could at least ignore the soreness enough to function throughout a day. All the other acking pains from his body had already passed throughout the past week. Curious he put his hand on the door knob to see if it was locked. To his suprise it was unlocked.

He stepped outside the door to see the dimly lit hallway his room was in. Clearly most people were asleep, but not everyone. He saw nurses walk up and down the hall, not many of them though. He decided to sneak around the building to see exactly where he was. He roamed the halls until he found an elevator. Knowing that if he was caught he would probably be sent right back to his bed in the medical facility, he found a set of stairs that led to another floor. Just before he was about to go up the stairs he felt a chill go up his spine.

"Glad to see you are well." Perseus said from behind.

Anthony froze.

"Come comerade, lets get you a change of clothes." Perseus motioned for him to follow.

Using the elevator they travelled to third floor.

"You just roam the halls at 2am?" He asked curious.

"Not usually no. I was going to wake you up, see how far your recovery has come along. I see it is doing quite well for you."

"My body is still sore, but other than that I feel fine."

"Good, but you are not ready to operate back in the field yet. Not only is your body not yet fullt recovered but your mind isn't either."

"I don't understand. I'm free from the American's control." He insisted.

"Ahh. No you are not. Your still having nightmares, no?" Perseus smiled.

He was concerned at how he knew that. Perseus could tell.

"Don't forget that before the CIA this was your home. I know everything about you comerade Petrov. Your father told me much about you before he sent you over to me."

"You know my father?" He asked eager to know something besides just mentions of him in his dreams.

"Knew him. Your father was a brave man. He died serving his country, much like you are doing now. He would be proud of you."

He didnt respond to Perseus. He just looked down at his feet as they walked along in silence. He felt a sense of sorrow overcome him, not because of his fathers death, but because he knew normal people would feel greif over news like this. He didn't even know his name, much less his face.

"No need to be sad about it comerade Petrov. We will help you remember everything you ever knew. In the meantime get dressed and after, I'll answer all your many questions." He said opening the door to his new quarters.

He shut the door behind him after Perseus left and took sight of the decent size room he was given. The nicely clean wooden floors felt nice beneath his bare feet. Laying on his bed were his new clothes.

He looked over his new uniform. Similar to his old green and blue one, it was a dark red and mainly black. Accompanied with a black face covering for when he carried out missions on the field. He put on the small shoulder cape that had the USSR symbol on it. Finally his boots, which were completly new and not yet worn, were made out of some of the finest material he had ever worn.

Standing up off his bed he walked to his desk and sat in the leather chair. Laying on the desk were what looked like belongings he carried with him on his old uniform. His old knife had already been cleaned and sharpened. He moved on to the next item, his walkman. Parts of it were missing, mainly the outside parts of it that made it look all out together. He hoped it would still work, he knew he wouldn't have time to find another. He saw a casset tape sitting beside the walkman. He recognized the writing on it. He picked it up and ran his finger over the tape.

"Her parent's tape." He thought to himself in realization. He came to the conclusion that she somehow must have put the tape into one of his pockets when he wasn't looking. He was suprised it was still in one peice. He placed the tape in the walkman as he put his headphones on.

Walking over to the window in his room, he pushed back the curtians looking out the window as he listened to the music he had only heard once before.

Staring out the window he saw the autum leaves fall from the trees around the building. He didn't understand why a smile appeared on his face. He didn't know what Perseus had planned for him now. He had hit rock bottom, that he knew for sure. It could only go up from here.


Authors Note: I'm trying my best to upload at least one chapter per week, but sometimes they may be late. So just know that I'm always working on it. There will only be about one or two more chapters before it ends. However I am doing a sequal, prequal and my other deleted scenes story. So just know that will eventually come out. Thank you for all the reviews and suggestions. If you have anything else you'd like to see, I'll add it to my deleted scenes story.