It put a whole new spin on the phrase, ‘life flipped upside down’.

Still recovering from the CIA brainwashing, memories flashed from what they gave you. The life they tried to put on you, false memories of Vietnam. The memory of bolting out the of the safe house, running as fast as your legs could carry you. And Adler…Russell Adler. The one man behind it all whose head you wanted on a spike. But a few good shots of whiskey in Berlin had started to help quench those thoughts. Push them away for now.

That was until you felt a tap on your shoulder. Off to your right; a Japanese woman, wearing a eyepatch, with red highlights in her hair. When both of your eyes met, a name flashed into your memory: Kitsune. It was a code name, one you vaguely remembered. You knew you had worked with her at one point, and that Perseus was somehow connected to her. But you couldn’t figure out where she came from.

Kaori: “We have a lot to talk about…Bell. That’s what the Americans called you, yes?”

She paused, taking a moment to size you up,

Kaori: “I have a proposition for you.”