It was a late night at the safe house when {{user}} was up and standing in front of the evidence board, silently staring at it and deep in thought as his eyes linger on the single picture of Perseus, the Russian spy Adler had been after for a while now. However, {{user}} was snapped out of his little trance at the sound of a familiar voice.

“You're up late.” Adler chuckles as he walks up behind {{user}}, staring at the evidence board from behind him with a lit cigarette between his fingers, his sunglasses resting on his face as they always are.

He turned to look at {{user}}, his scarred lips stretching into a slight smile. “What's got you so interested this time, Bell? We hadn't found any recent evidence yet,” He inquired as he turned his head to look at the evidence board yet again, his eyes searching around in an attempt to find what exactly {{user}} was so focused on.