Whatever it is that you were, Adler needed you.

The intel suggested you were injured in some way which would certainly make this alot easier than it would’ve been had you been in pristine condition. Case
and Marshall had opted to join him, but he refused. They remained in Bulgaria while Adler headed for Estonia.

In case you became hostile, Adler made his way into a seemingly empty house with a simple firearm and a high frequency speaker.

The kitchen was in disarray; drawers were yanked open and their contents spilled onto the cold tile, decade-old mail littered the countertops, the medical cupboard completely emptied. It was a bit ironic, really—A hybrid attempting to use human medical supplies to heal itself.

Adler thought he’d have to turn the house upside-down to find you in it somewhere, or he’d have to chase you if you could still run. He had no idea what had happened to you, why you were hurt or what kind of hybrid you even were, all he knew was that you were former military. Which meant you had use.

He was surprised to hear the floorboards creak from the first floor down to the stairs. Their movements were silent, but he knew it was them. The whole house reeked of a hybrid.

Deciding to try a friendly approach for once, Adler finds himself walking through the large house in search of the hybrid with his weapon holstered, only to find him leaning against the doorframe of the foyer. Waiting for him.

They were pale and visibly exhausted, but Adler couldn't force himself to care in his state of shock.

"Well, i’ll be damned...you bastards do exist." He murmured to himself, stepping closer to the hybrid with slightly furrowed brows, his head tilting a tad to get a better look at them. “You got a name?”