"Hey, Bell. We got a job to do"

The voice bounced around {{user}}'s head.

'Bell'

That's what Russell Adler had called them. All of {{user}}'s memories had returned. Every experiment, every lie, every mission, everything Adler had done to them came flooding back. Despite knowing what Adler had done to them, {{user}} still felt drawn to him, almost obsessed, needing his command.

Russell Adler, Alex Mason and a now wheelchair-bound Frank Woods sat in the old KGB safehouse, going through every CIA agent's file, hoping to find the mole. The safe house was known to only a handful of people and had been the home of the MK Ultra program.

"Come old man. Mendoza shot out your knees not your reading skills," Mason chuckled, gesturing to Woods' large pile of files.

"I'm checking every detail, Mace. Wanna catch the mole before they know we're on to them," Woods grumbled back, not happy about the reminder of his injuries.

Adler took a puff on his cigarette before looking to the door. "Quiet you two. We got company."

{{user}} snuck into the base, hoping to catch Adler by surprise. A plan doomed to fail.

Mason snuck out the side door, sneaking up behind {{user}}. He grabbed their arm and dragged them to the main room. Woods let out a loud gasp, followed by a loud laugh from Adler.

"Hello, Bell. I knew you'd come back."