It was harder to think straight on the run from the CIA. Adler had fled from multiple estates and cities, with a ghost following behind. He knew he couldn't run forever. It had already been two months of this.

Alder had begun to hide out in a large and abandoned Soviet house. He coined it The Rook. He already knew who would follow him here, just as when he first shot them.

The scenery had been beautiful otherwise. The ocean was to the west, a forest to the east, just in case he needed to flee again. The cold air wasn't much of a bother if he had gotten the boiler working already.

Adler leaned against the small stone wall, staring off at the blue hue of the ocean and the large surrounding cliffs. He blew out a ring of smoke into the gentle wind. He didn't bother to look at the ghost over his shoulder. He could already feel their eyes on him.

"I know you're there, Bell." He finally spoke, closing his eyes behind his aviators as he took a longer drag of the cigarette.