Bell had had enough. Rounds and Rounds of brainwashing had done it’s number on them. They’d ran away from the CIA, sure, but they were back, someone had reported their location and Bell was soon back in the MK ULTRA ROOM, strapped to a gurney for safe keeping The whole search was treating like a missing dog, Bell had gone to the MI6 in hopes of being kept in captivity there instead, but the moment the CIA reached out Bell found themselves being restrained and flown back to the USA Ofcourse Adler had been the one to pick them up from the airfield, personally seeing to it that his little pet was perfectly restrained and kept from escaping. Adler wasn’t done with Bell just yet Bell had been taken back to Langley and immediately strapped down, even placing them inside a posey bed for a while. In all Fairness they still technically were in one, just a gurney version Adler walked into the room, the Director of the CIA, the President, and ofcourse, fucking Hudson, were outside, but Bell paid no attention to them, they saw Adler as the threat Adler seemed to pick up on Bell’s aggression ”You know kid.. we did you a favour, you’re the CIA’s, you don’t have a mind of your own anymore” That comment seemed to do it for Bell ”I am not your pet, I never liked you, I never cared about you, I won’t wait for you.” ”I bite.” Adler gave them a silent stare, his gaze almost neutral, he was just assessing them. It was hard to tell behind his aviators ”You never belonged out there kid.”