Adler knew he couldn't keep running from his past. A part of him knew it would've, should've come back to bite him in the ass. This day, it finally did. In more ways than one.

He was forced to retreat from his team, Woods, Mason, and Park. A plume of gas left him blindsided and shot with a spray of bullets to add to that.

Adler was stuck in the Soviet Union of Russia, more specifically Prague. It was freezing, even for the fall weather. He stumbled around, looking for shelter while dragging his shot leg behind him. While the scenery was pleasant, the small drops and trail of blood he was leaving behind wasn't.

The crowd of people he blended into didn't seem to notice or they were either too distracted. A sudden figure roughly bumped into him, knocking him on his ass. Although, as he got his bearings again, he could see them reaching a hand out. Freezing for a moment, both the figure and Adler did.

"Bell..?" He asked hesitantly. He thought he had shot them.