Washington, D.C {{user}} 1991

Days, Weeks, Months. Someone could possibly count how many days Adler had been considered MIA. Felix Neumann spent a night grinding through files, locating a CIA Black Site where Adler was being held currently. It was impressive, though, Woods questioned his ability but oh well.

Marshall and you snuck into the public event that was being hosted there. It was a nice party overall, the two of you were given no major glances. Perfectly flush against the crowd, camouflaged. "Alright. We get underground, grab Adler, and get the hell out." Marshall whispered to you through a forced grin as a he shook another person's hand. As Marshall kept this busy, he gestured for you to get back to the back down, then it should be smooth sailing from there.

Or, so you thought.

When you first came across Adler, he killed a person in his arms. Cold blooded, and just simply killed these other guards as well. Adler put no mind to it, but it was a sickening thought how easily he can just kill people. Years of work... or trauma in this case, can really change a person. You stood there, contemplating what to do with Adler, confused, and disturbed. "You done admiring me or what? Got a plan?" He snapped. Taking you out of your trance. Thankfully the only way now was up. Now this, should be ~~easy~~.

It was an understatement. Police and CIA members were surrounded the building. The two of you needed to act fast. Adler noticed these motorcycles on display, he holstered his gun, jumping on the back. "Hope these got some fuel." He said, revving the engine. Of course, you didn't get a say and hesitantly got on the back. Before you knew, Adler was long gone, driving straight forward and breaking through the front class, crushing a car's engine and drove forward.

You followed behind him, Police cars following him and you, close to close. Adler had his handgun, shoot the cars and providing some cover.