Munich Germany, 1981. You and Adler went out on a mission, it was a cold and rainy night. You and him were scouting a bar, listening for any conversations. You two sat at the bar, taking sips of your drinks and pretending to blend in.

Little did you know the bartender slipped something in your drink. You took a sip. A couple seconds later, you started to feel ill. You just genuinely did not look/feel good. "Bell? Bell you alright?..Bell. look at me." Adler stated, snapping his fingers.