My body is heavy and my breath is irregular.
I hear some wishpers around me but I'm too weak to open my eyes.
What's happened?
I was on mission, in Kraus's apartment.
I found the briefcase I was looking for in the red darkroom. But then? Didn't I come back to my team?
My head really hurts in a specific point.
My flashbacks appear again in my head: a red light, a small room, needles, a television wich shows a film about a war. Then a woman's voice. She's asking for help. I open the wardrobe: it's Greta. But then a man hits me on my head with a gun. The exactly point where my head hurts right now.
My wide eyes lay down on my feet: they're tidied on a chair and so are my arms behind my back.
Suddenly I remember what happened but I still can't figure out where I am.
Did Kraus kidnapped me? Of course, I have no doubt about it.
What's next? The mission is failed.
I failed.
What the other gonna think about me?
I massed up once, then I did it again. I told that to Adler but he didn't listen to me.
He believed in me and I disappointed him. Again.
"You allowed her to break into your apartment?" - a male voice asks.
I raise my head and notice a bunch of men standing in front of me, but they're not paying attention to me yet.
An empty chair is on my left but on my right there is another chair, wich is not empty.
There is a woman on it, tidied like me.
Red hairs... it's Greta!

God, I'm so happy she's not dead.
I look at the men: I can perfectly recognize Kraus, Volkov a soldier wearing a balaclava and...Richter?
I knew it! I shouldn't trust him.
I failed twice, today.
He's looking at me with an inexpressive face.
Motherfucker.
I started at him for a while and say- "I'm gonna kill you." But without spelling the words.
I don't wanna catch the attention.
"I-I can explain it- how she got to the materials. But I brought her to you." - Kraus apologizes to Volkov.
The briefcase is in his hand.
For a moment my vision becomes dark and the pain in my head increases. Fuck.
Kraus must hit me really hard.
"That makes this this much less unpleasant for you. Perseus has been looking for this one."- Volkov replies.
"Then you'll let Perseus know I captured her?"- Kraus asks. "We have Greta Keller as well. Her own colleague ratted her out."
Kraus shows Greta and then Richter to Kraus.
"You spineless piece of shit." - Greta replies.
"I'm sorry, Greta. The KGB's pocket are deeper." - Richter apologies.

"Ah, finally." - says Volkov noticing I'm awake.
He's and old man, with grey hair and a pair of glasses; I wonder how he can be still in charge.
He comes closer to me and takes the free chair.
Then he sits in front of me.
The attention of everybody is on me now.
"Perseus has a large bounty on your head." - Volkov says.
His face is so close to me that I can count how many wrinkles he has. This makes me feel so uncomfortable.

The only man I let come so close to me it's... Adler.
I should carefully think about what to say.
"How long have you worked for Perseus?"
"I don't care about your questions."
I can't play with him. He wants answers.
"Killing me gives you no room to negotiate with my friends."
"Unfortunately for you, it seems these friends of yours have other places to be, Comrade." - he looks around, ironically searching for them.
Comrade? Why did he call me like that?
And maybe he's right, it seems that Adler and the other won't save me this time.
Volkov stands up and kicks my chair.

I fall on my back and look at him with scared eyes. What the hell does he want to do?!

"I could probably make use of you, but you're damaged goods." - he places a foot on the top of my chair, between my legs.
I can notice behind Volkov some dark figures on the windows of the roof.

They're probably other soldiers.
There is no chance for me.
Volkov points a gun on my head.
Oh, god.

"Just tell... tell to Adler that I'm sorry." - I say my last wish with eyes full of tears.
Volkov smiles, ready to pull the trigger, but the dark figures break the roof's windows.
A loud noise and splinters fly all over our heads.
The black figures throw some smoke bombs.
Volkov and the other look around confused saying Russian words.

Then the black figures climb down and start to shot.
In the middle of the crowd, between all the smoke, I notice a man with a black jacket and a pair of sunglasses.
"It's impossible...." - I wishper looking at him while the smoke covers him totally.
"Kill them!" - Volkov screams.

Suddenly all the shots end; the Volkov's team is neutralized.
Park runs out of the smoke. She reaches me and cut the rope around my ankles and wrists.

"Park... thank you." - I have never been so happy to see her as now.
"I take care of Greta and the briefcase. Get Volkov." - she says seriously giving me a weapon.

Then she goes to free Greta.
"Thank you." - she says with gratefully eyes.
I smile to her and turn around.
I step forward in the middle of the crowd: I notice Lazar on my right and... Adler on my left.

I fight near him: he notice me and nods with his head. The reunion's time can wait, now we have to kill all those enemies.
This place looks like a warehouse.
I use a pneumatic as cover and shot some soldiers. More of them are coming from the side doors.

I throw a grenade and kill them all.
Adler seems surprised.
Suddenly an hidden soldier between the boxes jumps on me.
Adler immediately takes care of the situation and headshot him.
"Thank you." - I say standing up.
"No problem. Get after Volkov, Bell! Lazar and I will kill the rest of them."
I nod and start to run as fast as I can after Volkov but he's disappeared.
"Volkov went through there! Bell, take him out!" - Adler says.
"We can't Volkov escape!" - Park screams.
I notice Volkov running trough a door so I follow him.
A soldier, hearing my steps, throw a flash bang on me.
For a while I can't see anything but fortunately I kill him before he kills me.

The room is a dead end. And no enemies are left. Volkov is unsuccessfully trying to open a door.
I come closer to him.
"Kill him, Bell!" - Adler says on the radio.
"I want him alive!" - Pael says.
The atmosphere is quiet.
Each step is like an explosion in this silence.
"So, here we are." - he says throwing his gun on the floor.
It's probably out of bullets.
Volkov has a wound on his shoulder.
I probably shouldn't... but I feel very bad for him.

"C'mon, kill me. It's the only thing you can do better, right?" - he ironically says.
I angrily put my weapon on his head but I haven't the nerve to pull the trigger.
What's happening to me?
"You're so coward, Bell."- he smiles. "That's how your friends call you, right?"
"What do you mean?" - I ask confused." That's my name!"
"Oh, sure, sure." - he laughs.
"What's so funny?" - I ask pressing my weapon on his head.
His eyes are staring all over my face.
"You didn't change a bit, kid, since the last time I saw you."

"Stop with this bullshit! I have no idea what you're talking about!"
" Yeah, yeah. And what can you tell me about that guy, Adler, right? Seems that you care a lot about him."
"I- Why do you care? And why all those questions?!"
I can't figure out what he wants from me.
Volkov laughs, not like an evil but like and old friend.
"Just wanted to chat like we used to do in the old times, tavarish."
I'm so confused. Is he bluffing? It doesn't seem, tho.
Suddenly I hear the steps of Park and Adler behind me so I fastly capture Volkov who doesn't struggle even a bit.

"At last. Bell, on behalf of MI6, thank you." - Park says. "Volkov is ours."
"More than he deserves. Now let's  get the hell out of East Berlin." - Adler says looking at me.
Lazar and Greta reaches us too. No loss today, fortunately.

When the other go outside Alder stops me.
"Bell." - he calls me.
My heart jumps.
I look at him.
"Fortunately you're alive. I thought the worst." - he says staring down.
"It's probably would be less embarrassing than fail again..." -I joke.
"It's not your fault, Bell. We lost his visual for a long time. I'm sorry."- he says touching my shoulder. "By the way, this motherfucker hurt you?"
"He- he hit me on my head and I passed out."
"I'm gonna kill him!"- Adler seems angry.
"It's not necessary. We captured him." - I smile. "But thank you, Adler, for saving me."
"I should thank you, instead. You found the informations we were looking for."
Silence.
"However...Were my knackwurst... tasty?"
"Absolutely! I was starving and you saved my hungry stomach too!"
He blushes, smiles and looks down.
"What do you say about going back to the safehouse and eat a real dinner? You deserved it." - Adler wishpers.
"Who cooks?" - I ask.
We proceed on our way to the house.
"I think it's Mason. I heard he is very good at it."