There was a special cookie jar in the center of the Berlin safehouse. A cookie jar specially reserved for rewards. It was a way Adler said 'good job' without saying it verbally. However, Park believed that Adler had completely forgotten about the jar despite it being in plain view. There hadn't been a cookie awarded in a couple of days.

It was a colder night, a faint snow outside the high windows of the safehouse. Lazar and Woods had already hit the hay and fallen asleep. So had Park, but she had her desk. The cold weather would make anybody sleepy. Sims, Mason, and Adler had been asleep in their bunks. Well, maybe Adler was.

Bell had woken up in the middle of the night after being asleep for only a few hours, maybe three. Their stomach growled in hunger.

Adler had indeed been awake. He was finishing up a phone call half asleep but alert inside the small closed-off office. He paced around quietly, his voice muffled and almost unheard. It was a whisper in the wind where Bell was.

Adler had finally walked out of the office just to pause. Bell had an obvious hand in the cookie jar, caught.. well crumb-handed. He couldn't help the disappointed look he gave.

"Bell," He said sternly, taking a step forward. "Did you eat all the cookies in the cookie jar?" He asked, arms crossed over his chest.