『 αρ; 』

There was a sigh of relief when he finally seemed cognant enough to start processing  what their next move would be. Although  her worry only seemed to grow when she  saw the pain cross his face when he checked  himself over. 

“I’ll be fine.” Ellie relented, keeping her wrist to  her chest. “Hand me that, and you treat yourself. You had the worse fall, and its just Ellie.” She wasn’t  about to let him play it off. It would end up causing trouble  for them later on. So it was better to take care of it now than later. After she sighed she took the bandage from him, moving and hissing when the wrist was forced from its position. 

“Fuck…. I think its broken.”

    to some degree, she was right. he had taken the brunt of the fall, and even he knew that if wasn’t treated, it would hinder them in the long run. he couldn’t allow that to happen. he had to get ellie out of here and find chris as soon as possible. hazel hues flicked skyward, staring at the broken bridge once more. it was possible to climb out, though very carefully.      it would take him a little more time than ellie since-- the hiss snapped him out of his thoughts, the soldier snapping his gaze immediately to her. broken? shit, that isn’t good at all.     piers stepped even closer to to ellie, worry writ across his features. “broken? ellie we need to get a splint on that fast. please let me tend to it-- i’ll get to myself after, ok? i promise-- but.” there was something kin to desperation laced in his tone as he spoke to her. it was bad enough she was stuck in this hellhole, now her hand was broken! and he couldn’t prevent that... “if we don’t splint that right now, it’ll only cause more problems.”

A shaking breath left her when the soldier finally moved and opened his  eyes. He was okay. They would be  okay. Her hand was held close to her chest, of course it was her shooting  arm, but she could manage. Fuck why did everything break on them?

“Come on big guy get up.” She offered her good hand and pulled him to his feet. “My wrist hurts, but I’m okay. We’re okay.” Ellie panted, clearly spooked that he had been hurt  trying to keep her safe. It was her fault. She  should have waited to cross the bridge until Piers was off of it. Now they were on the bottom  floor and both banged up. Piers more than her  because he had grabbed her and took the brunt  of the fall, allowing the teen to land on him.

“Fuck….. What are we going to do now?”

    hazel hues went down, mostly in thought. then      he glanced skyward, assessing the broken bridge      from which they fell. it’d been a long way down, but       they were both still alive, thankfully. immediately, despite      not being quite clearheaded just yet, his mind began to      work through all the possibilities of getting out. it wasn’t      going to be easy, but it was still feasible.       it was important that they find chris, but at this stage of        the mission, that also wasn’t going to be easy. as he       still processed their predicament, piers started to pat himself       down, wincing at the wound beneath his padding. ellie had        mentioned pain in her wrist, and that required his attention.      “here, miss ellie, we need to wrap that.” pulling some elastic       bandages from his person, the soldier kneeled down in front of the       young girl, offering a comforting smile. “don’t worry, once we take       care of your wrist, we’ll find a way out. promise.”

She paused smiling at his acceptance. 

“Just Ellie, but are you sure? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

"of course, miss ellie.” his smile widened.      “even if the captain and gramps can’t, i’ll always make time for you.”

“Piers, come on its just Ellie really.  No formality needed.” She smiled a  bit at the soldier and patted the  ground beside her inviting him to join her by the fire. 

“It still hurts, but I’ve had worse. How are you?”

“sorry, old habits die hard, i guess.”           he hesitated at first, before moving           to sit down next to the younger girl.           it’d been a while since he was able to           have a break longer than five minutes. “even if you’ve had worse, it doesn’t make the pain any less important. do you need any pain killers or something to help?”

@giraffeiisms

"hey, miss ellie. how’s the arm?”

She snaps the ammo into her sniper rifle, glaring at the other from behind her mask. She’s not saying a word nor is she telling him if he’s incorrect or not. She walks forwards a bit, putting the rifle onto her back and strapping a knife to her thick thighs. She didn’t appear to be carrying ANY medical supplies at all..? Were they lied to about her? These people seemed to be cold, like their heart was full of nothing but stone. Blood soaked the bottom of her feet and her three fingers… she was late for a reason.

“Do not question your sources.” Her voice was muffled by the mask, made to sound more electronic if anything. She grips the sleeve on her envirosuit and pulls on it fixing the pockets full of ammo. “If you want me to keep you alive, than you better smarten up.” On the back of her enivrosuit was a number Seven, a big yellow seven on the back on her shoulder. She was just a number. trained to kill and trained to be a medical assistant.

“Let’s just get this over with.”

      her response elicited immediate tension from the three teammates behind him, and he could feel trig start to open her mouth. piers interjected before his second-in-command was able to say anything. “i question my sources only when there’s a reason to.” again, his eye looked her up and down, as if blatantly implying that she was enough reason for him to have doubts. then he spoke again, scathing in tone. “we don’t need you to keep us alive. if it had been any other way, we would have never crossed paths to begin with. just make sure you don’t try to play renegade on us. we either work as a team, or you don’t work with us at all.”           turning away from the stranger, piers pulled out a slim device, tapping the screen. blue light emitted, before a hologram of a building appeared, circling. “inside this place is approximately eighty civilian employees, one hundred security personnel, and ten vials of modified g-virus.” as he spoke, the hologram zoomed in to several different floor locations, red dots popping up. “the vials are kept in the core of the establishment, contained in high surveillance, with four different layers of coded passwords almost impossible to hack.” the hologram zoomed once more, a big red dot appearing and pulsing.        one of the i.v.a. members leaned in, swiping two fingers along the hologram. she spoke then, concentrating on the areas of interest. “z team will go in from the top of the building here, and get access to this office. there are several codes there that will need to be given to j team once they get to the secured room. i will cut into the building’s power supply and shut it down. once that happens, that’s j team’s cue to proceed with the codes. we will have less than three minutes to get in and out of that room with the vials.”        piers dropped several green pins on the hologram, before tapping the screen. a beep came to all three communicators that the i.v.a. members had. “guards are hostile and cleared for take down, but do it discreetly, and hide the bodies. ok team, move out.” the three members nodded, before dispersing, blending and disappearing into the night. the man then turned to the stranger, fishing out an earpiece from his pocket and tossing it to her. “you’ll be needing that. we’re j team, so we need to move fast if we want to get to the room in time.”

@malcficio

     with i.v.a’s main medic and tech expert temporarily out of commission ( he was currently carrying a vastly differently job ada requested of him ), the team was given a rendezvous point to greet an interim contractor. piers didn’t like the idea, but after having been with i.v.a. for the past three years, the man didn’t much like strangers sidling into the team, even IF it were for a short time. his teammates were his family, and with everything they’ve been through, new faces were never trusted by any of the members.      so when the contractor finally made their appearance ( eleven minutes late, trig liked to point out with disdain ), piers didn’t bother offering a hand to shake. after all, they weren’t here to make friends, just get the job done. a single eye swept over the outsider, turning cold with annoyance. ada didn’t even bother telling him the name of this person, but then again, ada never liked to tell him much of anything unless he backed her into a corner for information. “you’re our temp, right? we can skip the names and get straight to work. i’m told you’re proficient with technology as well as medical aid; or was my source incorrect?”    the words spoken held some ice in the tone, as if daring the stranger to tell him he was wrong.

Sherry is not amused, not in the slightest. “You know, I wouldn’t be near as cold if you hadn’t stolen my scarf.”

"hey now, i thought we’ve already been over this. i didn’t steal your scarf. you stole mine, so i just grabbed the one that was left. which happened to be yours.”

She’s clearly displeased with his poor display as apparent by the obvious look of judgment. “Seriously?” A sigh of frustration passes through parted lips before she begins ripping apart his poor attempt, “How. Piers, your pants are thicker than Chris’s skull.”

ouch. such stinging words. regardless, the soldier just grinned, deciding to take the statement in a whole different way. “glad you took the time to notice my pants, sherry. you look cold, want to use me as your blanket?”

@tripleshot

"sherry... i have a very important question for you.” there is a serious look on his face. “do you have a band-aid? i just scraped my knee falling for you.”