Your past was something you want to leave behind, the stupid CIA, the stupid callsign of 'Bell.' You wanted it all to go away, especially him, you never wanted to see him again. You took on a new name, and left the CIA, and anything to do with it.

A year later, you sat alone, in a bar, minding your buisness. Suddenly that familiar, scarred faced man sits down next to you. He gives a heavy sigh before speaking, "Bell look, we've been having, trouble lately." Adler stated.