March 1, 1981

"Die Landebahn" CIA Safehouse E9, West Berlin

"Lets chat then." Bell said, turning around to face Adler. He didn't like the tone Adler used when uttering those words. Its as if Adler was onto something he wasn't confortable discussing.

"Lets step outside." Adler let Bell go first. The night sky was filled with many stars and he could hear the sounds of the city. It slept, but not all of it. There was still faint sirens as emergency vechicles rushed through the night to do their jobs.

"You finished up the red room, Bell?" Adler asked, shutting the door behind them.

"Yea, I had some spare time, figured I'd help Sims out and do it for him." Bell leaned against the wall of the safehouse.

"You know he'll probably rearrange everything himself."

"Yea, I didn't think about that until I was already finished." Bell chuckled.

Bell gave into a sudden urge. "I never told you during the debriefing, after the mission with Volkov. At the time it didn't seem worth mentioning but there was another man there, it seemed he might have been working alongside Volkov and Kraus. He was an older man, probably somewhere between Volkov's and Kraus' age. There was something about him, the way he looked at me before I shot him…" Bell hesitated. "I heard his voice inside my head, but he never uttered a word."

"Bell, we've gone on many missions and shot countless people. After a while of hearing many screams of victims just before their death, it's easy to imagine what their pleading words would have been." Adler explained simply. "If he was working alongside Volvok he probably wasn't anymore useful alive then he is dead. What you heard or may have experienced, I wouldn't let it bother you."

"Right." Bell responded. Perhaps he was over complicating the matter and thinking of it as something more than it was.

There was silence for a few moments.

"Bell, you know one of the first things I told you here when you arrived was to keep things professional. In some way you have and others you have not."

He began to suspect what Adler was getting at. Remaining silent he kept his eyes off in the distance, looking at the city lights of Berlin.

"You and her, Bell. I want that fixed." Adler said firmly, squishing the ashes of his cigarette beneath his foot.

His hands began to sweat when he made eye contact with Adler. "I understand." In truth he didn't, not at all. But he really didn't feel like starting a fight he probably wasn't going to win.

Adler began his way back inside while Bell remained still. "Oh, and Bell?"

"Sir?"

"Keep this in mind. We have a job to do." He shut the door behind him, leaving his recruit outside.


March 26, 1981

Perseus Base

Moscow, USSR

Early that morning Anthony went to go meet with Perseus in his office.

"Sit." Perseus motioned towards one of the leather chairs. "Today's training will be a bit different. Perhaps one of the most extreme sessions you will endure yet."

"I consider myself prepared for anything you give me sir." He said with pride.

"Hopefully that spirit will remain with you through today. Pack your things Comrade Petrov."

"Where are we going?" He asked, curious.

"I have arranged a place for you to train, as well as a temporary base. That is all you need to know. Pack your things, we leave within the hour."

He began to head towards the door to prepare for their trip. "Oh and don't bother changing clothes, what you are wearing will suffice."

Dressed in a simple long sleeve and military pants, he got the feeling it might not be. But he didn't argue. Finishing up packing his things, he met Perseus who was waiting outside by a vehicle, prepped and ready to go.

"We're driving?" Anthony asked as the jeep began to move.

"Just to the plane that will take us there, yes." Perseus responded. "It will not take long to get there."

"The drive or the flight?" Anthony turned his head towards the older man to his right.

"The journey." He replied.

Once aboard the plane, he took a seat on the private aircraft. Anthony watched as they took off. He always enjoyed a nice tall view of the land beneath him, even the implanted views that took place within Adler's own past experiences, he thought were quite beautiful. He and Perseus, along with three other armed soldiers were on the plane with them. "Why don't you rest up Petrov. You will certainly need it." Perseus said from one of the seats in front of him.

"Exactly what I had in mind." Anthony said, still eyes fixated on the view outside his window. He kept two tapes of music in his pocket while the third was already in his walkman. Over the past few weeks he had managed to come across new tapes. However the most important tape he held closest to him, was locked tight in one of his suitcases.

He awoke with the rumblings of the plane as it landed.

"Wake up, we've arrived Comrade." Perseus patted his shoulder. Taking off his headphones he quickly gathered his bags and placed his walkman and headphones in amongst his other belongings.

Walking down the steps he took in the sight before him.

"Beautiful isn't it?" Perseus said looking at the tall mountains full of snow before them.

"Very." Anthony said impressed with its beauty.

"You are familiar with Mount Yamantau?"

"I've seen images and heard of it, I can't recall ever actually seeing it in person."

"Well, we are also within the Ural Mountains. Fortunately today you have the pleasure of seeing it up close."

As Perseus boarded the helicopter that awaited them, Anthony began to do the same after placing his bags in. Perseus held up a hand. "You will not be coming on this one."

"You've sent another to come get me?" He asked, not understanding Perseus' tactic.

"Look up." He pointed towards the giant mountain before them. "Towards the top we will be. You have until this time tomorrow. I will be expecting you soon."

The helicopter started it's propellers. "Good luck Comrade Petrov!"

Anthony stood back and watched as the helicopter made its way towards the top. He watched until it landed, that was where he needed to head towards.

He was given nothing. All he had was what he was already carrying on him: his Redeemer, a watch, a knife, and the clothes on his back. It was already late in the day, sunset in fact. There's no telling how long it would take him, if he kept standing here and thinking about all the what ifs.

He figured his first task should be to gather wood for a fire, along with finding food. Walking amongst some trees he took out his knife and began cutting town small twigs and gathered them in one place. After gathering he decided he needed to find food. He took out his pistol, realizing it only had six bullets in it. He kept it in its holster, using it only when he saw fit. Sitting up in a tree, he waited for any animal to walk by. He waited for what seemed like a lifetime. The freezing breeze began to get to him as the sun disappeared further and further behind the big snowy mountains. Suddenly he heard footsteps. He looked over to his right when he saw large antlers peek from around a tree.

"Elk." He uttered in excitement.

It stopped, distracted, it poked its head in the snow. Acting quickly he threw his knife directly towards the area of its heart and lungs. It collapsed as Anthony jumped out of the tree. Approaching it, blood slowly overtook the white snow. After putting the poor creature out of its misery he skinned it for its fur and began to start a small fire. He got as close as he could to the fire as he cooked the meat over the rising flames. It wasn't that long ago that he was sitting by a fire with someone he would have called… friend?

"Different environment, different person." He mumbled to himself before taking a bite.

He ate as much as he could, unfortunately he couldn't take the rest with him without it spoiling. Luckily the elk was big enough that he was able to mend together a small hat and bag. He gathered as much firewood as he could and put it in the small backpack.

"Here we go…" he said, dreading this journey.

He didn't know how long he had been going for when he began to feel the weight of sleepiness overtake him. It was already dark out, and the temperature felt as if it kept dropping and dropping. His hands were practically numb. After so much time placing them under his arms for heat and then using them to climb, he couldn't even tell if they hurt from any scrapes or if it was just because of the cold. His feet felt like they could crumble at any moment. Not that he would notice, it's not like he's been able to feel his toes for the past few hours, even before he started uphill. At the very least his head was somewhat warm. As for water, he would just have to ignore his thirst for now, he didn't have anything to carry it in and it was too late to go and find a source now. Unless he stumbled upon a small river within the mountains, he was out of luck. He kept going for at least another forty minutes before coming across a cave. He didn't even check to see the progress he'd made before entering the cave. Finding a comfortable place he huddled himself near a corner and quickly fell asleep.

Authors note: Im having difficulty copying and pasting over into wattpadd so when i put chapters up for wattpadd im having to type the entire thing and it can be a bit annoying at times. Im thinking about just making this story exclusive on but i havent decided. So if I do upload this chapter to wattpadd it might be a bit late. Also Perseus and the gang arnt at Mount Yamantau he was just using it as a general idea. They are somewhere in the snowy ural mountains. Leave any feedback you may have.