Returned Home (Piers Nivans x Reader)

Returned Home (Piers Nivans x reader) Pt15.

were about halfway to the tenement building, when the the earpiece in my helmet clicks.

Jake: "OK, from what mike said, it sounds like they got themselves one hell of an arsenal. We either need to find a stealthy way in, or run in with guns blazin'."

(Y/N): "If I know you, I know which one you wanna go with."

Jake: "Exactly. Besides, I don't think stealth was a realistic option anyway. Too many risks. He said they have everything from RPG's to trained snipers. Either way, our best bet is to go in with a full charge."

(Y/N): "What if we get caught? We could lose a whole lot of people. Including Chris."

Jake: "SON OF A BITCH!"
I heard gunfire behind me, where Jake was.

(Y/N): "Shit"
I switched from direct com, to team coms.

(Y/N): "TRIGGER, M3RCBL00D IS DOWN. GG199845, REQUESTING BACKUP. WE ARE UNDER ATTACK! REPEAT, WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!"
I looked back and saw Jake. They had him cornered between trucks and holding gunfire.

(Y/N): "TRIGGER, FOLLOW MY LEAD, M3RCBL00D IS CORNERED, GG199845 LEADING POINT."
Jake is a fighter, always has been, always WILL be. But even he can't take out THAT many. His comm connected to the team comm.

Jake: "TRIGGER, THIS IS M3CBL00D, PROCEED WITH ORIGINAL PLAN, CURRENT SITUATION IS UNDER CONTROL."

(Y/N): "THAT'S BULL, AND YOU KNOW IT JAKE! TRIGGER, DO AS HE SAYS, I GOT THIS. WE CAN CATCH UP, PROCEED TO VANTAGE POINT."

Keaton: "LIKE HELL, WE'RE NOT LEAVING YOU, YOU'LL NEVER OUTRUN THAT MANY."

(Y/N): "WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT RUNNING?"
I came to a screeching halt and tossed my helmet aside, drawing my handgun in a heartbeat.

(Y/N): "JAKE, DROP!"
He dropped to his knees and covered his head. I shot the the gas tank of the motorcycle. The surrounding J'avo went flying.....But so did Jake. And when I say 'flying', I mean FLYING. He had to be at least 20 feet up, maybe more. He came cashing down and landed flat on his back.

(Y/N): "Dammit!"
I hopped back on my bike and sped towards where he landed. I let my bike tip as I ran to Jake a dropped to my knees, taking off his helmet....He wasn't moving. I couldn't see him breathing.

(Y/N): "JAKE! C'mon wake up. SHIT!"
I remembered that since he's immune, the C-virus could be used as a sort of jump-start in his energy levels. It was a long-shot, but the only one I had.

(Y/N): "OK, please let this work. I NEED A SHOT OF THE C-VIRUS, NOW!"
We had all been injected with the vaccine from Jake's blood, so in case we needed an energy boost, we carried at least one virus injection.

Keaton: "Take mine."
He tossed me his injection. Even though he was unconscious, it helped me not freak out if I kept talking.

(Y/N): "OK, I'm gonna have to open this up. Because, I need to get this injected into your chest."
I tore his shirt open, wiping just under the left side of his collarbone with the alcohol pad that was tied to the syringe. It needed to be injected between heartbeats....Naturally.

(Y/N): "OK, so, normal resting heart rate for a 21 year old male is between 60 and 100 beats per minute."
I checked his pulse.

(Y/N): "OK, and yours is...About.....140. OK. You couldn't make this easy for me could you? OK, OK....One....Two....THREE!"
I pushed the plunger of the syringe down.....Then waited....It felt like forever. Then....