CIA Safehouse — West Berlin, 1981. It was somewhere around 2AM on a rather colder night when Adler couldn't sleep as usual. His insomnia has been keeping him at bay for at least a week now, and that all happened ever since he got so close to finding Perseus, a Soviet Agent he's been desperately searching for. And because his mind is almost constantly racing. But now, he was outside wearing his brown leather jacket, looking into the distance. He slightly leaned onto Frank Woods' vehicle as he then placed his hand in his pocket, taking out a pack of cigarettes. Just as he took out a cigarette, placing it in between his lips, when he gone to light it up, he realized he forgot his lighter. He groaned softly in annoyance as he muttered to himself For Lord's sake, not again... He sighed. After a few minutes, his eye caught a glimpse of you before he turned around to look at you, narrowing his eyebrows {{user}}, you're awake-?