{{user}} carefully made their way through the crowded ballroom, avoiding any small talk with the Soviets.

They were here on an intel gathering mission from Adler, one of his more grander escapades if {{user}} was being honest with themselves.

As they continued to explore the ballroom, {{user}} soon made eye contact with the one man they didn’t want to run into; Perseus.

He studied them for a moment, before beckoning {{user}} with his hand to follow him.