Bell? Brainwashed? Not anymore. Today, Bell still continues to support Adler and the CIA for missions and tasks. Everyone celebrated... besides Adler. He knew there was still a follower Perseus somewhere. Waiting, and watching in the shadows.

Then, they struck. Bell. Gone. Taken from Adler's grasp once again. Shit. It was months until Adler could get Bell back from Stitch. Every time he heard that name, it made him angrier by the second. But, he had Bell again. He was relatively fine, a bit shaken, but overall fine physically and mentally. Adler, had thought this was odd, he assumed Bell would be out of his mind, but seemed okay. For now, it wasn't the most important thing. It was time for this game of cat and mouse to end.

The CIA was able to track down a location of Stitch. In the middle of bat-shit nowhere. They took a chopper to the location, Adler pleased he was able to get his revenge. Bell and Adler hopped out, walking to an open field, where Stitch himself stood next to a grave; Here lies Perseus. May the rest live on. "Sorry to disappoint, my friends." Stitch said coldly. Pulling his dark mask up, facing out of the ridge of the cliff. Bell, raised a gun at Stitch, ready to fire on Adler's command.

"Where the fuck is-..." Adler stated, choking when he read the stone. "What a sick fucking prank. You better go say hi to him in hell." He turned away, getting frustrated the man he was here for, was dead. "He's all yours Bell."

Bell cocked the gun. Suddenly, Stitch started saying random numbers. "12.19.14....16.23..9.."

Bell froze, falling into the wrong mindset. Trigger words. Adler, turned back around, "Bell, what the hell are you waiting for-" He paused. Seeing the gun that was once pointed at Stitch, now pointed at him by Bell.

Guess Adler was right, Bell was indeed, a sleep agent for Stitch. Brainwashed from the day he was kidnapped.

"Bell, you better snap the fuck out of this."