Safehouse, CIA
West Berlin
12:00 a.m

Using the evidence board I notice two files called "Perseus" and "Fracture Jaw".
I start from the first.
There is a photo of Perseus. A god locking man, I have to admit.
The files says:
Still at large.
The Cereal Intelligence Agency knows little of the figure it has dubbed "Perseus". Records of his actions date back to the end of World War 2, and suspected appearances are documented up through the Vietnam War; after that, only silence. This photo is the only clear likeness in the Agency's archives. Analysts estimate its date from mid to late 1950s.
Interestingly, sometime around that same period the elusive Soviet operative began to refer to himself using the Oerseus moniker, perhaps as a point of pride. Or was it a mocking nod to his pursuers?

Mhh, interesting. Finally the mission is more clear than before.
The next evidence is a letter from Emerson Black. It says:
Mr.Adler,
By direct authorization of the President, we are pleased to grant you and your team an unconditional license to conduct clandestine operations in pursuit of Perseus, on both domestic and foreign soil. As previously noted, our reference is for apprehension of the target: otherwise terminate.
Jason Hudson will provide material support and intelligence from the Agency as needed. Do not hesitate to keeo him fully informed of day to day operations. While I understand his concerns about your unorthodox team construction, and the inherent volatility in such an arrangement, be assured that you will be given the opportunity to prove yourself.
On a personal note, the President expressed to me his utmost faith in your capabilities. The stakes of the current situation need not to be repeated .

Deputy Strategist, Directorate of Operations
Emerson BlCk

I can see from the letter how much Adler is important.
The last clue is a photo of Trabzon Airfield.
I read what it says:
A delivery for Perseus?
After Russell Adler's confrontation with Arash Kadivar, analysis of Trabzon Airfield revealed that Kadivar may have been moving weapons to Perseus. It is speculation though, as the recipient and destination remain unclear.
What is clear is that Kadivar is somehow connected to Perseus, and Kadivar appeared to have knowledge of an impending attack of ambiguous nature.

Yes, I remember that! Arash confessed that Perseus is still alive and has a plan.
Then... he shooted me.
I need to look at the other file but I'm too tired.
I will do that tomorrow.
I turn around and hear that it's raining outside.
In West Berlin, especially in winter, it happens often .
I was to focused reading everything to notice that. I'm too dedicated to my job, my ex teammates told me that in the army.
I smile thinking about that; some things never change.
I feel too tired to work more, I'm going to rest.
Lazar, Park and Adler continue to work.
" 'Night guys!" - I say to everyone.
How can they still be full of energies?
" 'Night, Bell! We have still some stuff to do but go ahead to sleep, you deserve it." - says Lazar.
Park waves a hand and Adler follows me with his eyes till I climb down to the dorms.

My room is as I left it. Turning on the light I notice the old television and I slowly come closer.
"Oh don't you turn on now?" - I ask defiantly.
I observe it for a few seconds but nothing happened.
Maybe I'm really crazy. Or schizophrenic. Or both.
I change my clothes wearing a pair of shorts and a large tank top.
Then I wash my face, clean my teeth and brush my hair.
I lay down on my bed and turn off the light.
There is only the darkness, me and my thoughts.
The mattress is not as soft as in my house, but at least I have a bed now.
If I really fought in Vietnam I guess I slept on the ground. Not the best option.
But why I can't remember it?
Maybe it's because of the trauma caused by the wound. I can't hide it for more longer, I have to tell them. After all, it's not my foult if I can't remember anything!
I'm sure Adler will understand.
Speaking of Adler, I think he's a problem for me too. I become so nervous and shy when he's around.
Today he made me a cup of coffee, a normal thing between teammates but I freaked out.
I mean, he's so cold and reserved with everyone, but not with me... Why?
And when he asked me who was I interested in... God.
If I continue in this way they will kick me out.
I need to be professional as he said, I need to focus on the mission in...

"-Vietnam." - says a make voice. "Show her the videos."
I'm in a red room, sitting on a chair.
What's happened? I try to stand up but my arms and legs are tied.
Have I been kidnapped? I was in my dorm a few seconds ago... How is it even possible?
I try to free myself but the ropes are too thick so the fear takes control of me.
Where am I?!
I want to scream but I can't. Nothing comes out of my throat.
I look around trying to find something that could help me escape.
But it's too dark and empty here.
Two blurry figures come out of each side : left and right.
A male and a woman. I can't recognize them.
Somebody turns on a television. Random videos of soldiers, planes and weapons appear on the screen.
Thousands of confused whispers invade my head.
"Where is the bunker? -Painfully process. -We fought together. She recovers so fast. That's a small price to pay."
I have enough of this shit. I start to struggle on my chair, I don't care if I fall and break my head. This voices are killing me.
But nothing to do. The chair is well anchored to the floor.
I sigh and lower my head, closing my eyes.
I don't wanna see anything on this screen, it's only gives me an headace.
An hand lifts my chin so I can see right in the men's eyes. Then the woman take a needle.
She check that the fluid comes out.
God, I'm sure this isn't nothing good.
My heart starts to beat faster and faster when the woman comes closer and closer.
I need to get of here right now!
I struggle again but it's useless.
She's coming closer. I can smell her.
Her target is my neck.
I try to cover it with my head and hairs.
Now she seems to have an hard time giving me this injection.
The man impatiently holds firm my neck.
Now I can't breath.
I feel the needle penetrating my pale skin and going down in my meat. I try to scream again for help without any succes.
After a few seconds she takes the needle out.
My eyes are full of tears and terror.
What's gonna happen to me now? Was that deadly?
How I end in this situation, how...
"Bell?"
Someone is calling my name.
"Bell are you alright?!"

I wake up gasping. I'm still in that room with those two psychos? I don't see any red light, only darkness.
I look above and notice a male face.
So I was really kidnapped!
I try to hit him but he blocks my arms.
"Calm down! It's me!" - he says.
What?
The rays of the moon hit Adler's face.
He is above me holding my face with his big hands. He's not wearing his sun glasses and I can see completely his scar now.
He's without his jacket and polo too, he wars only a pair of pijama shorts.
I'm not in the red room anymore, I'm in my bed again. With him.
He wipes away my tears with his fingers.
Our faces are so close that I can kiss him. But it will be silly, we're only teammates, right?
"Adler, is it really you? What's happened?" - I whisper.
"Who else if not me? I heard you screaming so I came in your room. Bell, you scared me so much. You were crying too! But it was only a nightmare, you're safe now."
I feel relief and sigh.
Only a fucking nightmare. That's it.
But it seemed so real! I still feel the needle in my neck and the pressure of ropes on my wrists and ankles.
"What time is it?" - I ask.
"I don't know. Maybe two o' clock."
"I'm s-sorry..." - I apologize.
God, how embarrassing! Fortunately nobody heard me, except Adler, of course.
"I think it's the stress, you know, maybe I worked too much or bec-"
Without letting me finish suddenly Adler hugs me. I can feel his big muscles around my body and his hand between my hair.
My eyes widen for the surprise.
"A-Adler..."
I don't know what else to do, so I hug him back.
His skin is soft and warm.
We lie down together.
"What was your dream about?" - he asks.
"About flying unicorns."
"Oh c'mon. Be serius." - he insists.
"Well, I think I was kidnapped by two people, a man and a woman."
"And what they did to you? You were screaming so much." - Adler asks curiously.
"They showed me some videos of... I think it was a war. And after that the woman did an injection on my neck. Strange for a nightmare, don't you think?"
Adler remains in silence for a while. He's thinking about something.
"Adler?" - I call him.
"Yes?" - he asks with a deep and sleepy voice.
"I wanted to tell you something and...I was searching the perfect moment..."
He stops breathing for a couple of seconds.
I can feel his heart beating faster.
"Remember when we talked about Da Nang?
Well, I don't remember it at all... I don't know why, I don't remember anything except you and the team..."
"Oh, you wanted to talk about that?" - he seems deluded. " It's a normal thing if you don't remember everything after the trauma. Arash is such a bastard. We already discussed about it, when you were recovering from the surgery. But don't worry, in a short time your memories will come back."
"You won't kick me out of the CIA?" - I ask anxious.
"What? Oh no, we need you. The mission about finding Perseus it's just started! Don't tell me that you're already tired."- he laughs.
"And you won't get rid of me so easily." - he wishpers near my right hear.
I shivered along my back.
We stay in silence for a while.
"You need to rest, Bell. Would you mind if I spend the night with you?" - he asks.
"Uhm..."
"To make sure you won't feel sick or something." - he adds.
"O-of course."
He covers me with the blanket but he doesn't hug me.
I take his arm and put it around my waist.
His fingers aren't soft as his back due to the weapon handling and the work out.
However, I enjoy it.
"I thought I scared you before."- he seems surprised.
"You wish." - I smile.
He pulls me closer and we fall asleep.