Returned Home (Piers Nivans x Reader)

Returned Home (Piers Nivans x reader) Pt32.

Jen: "Jake's sweet ass? Was that really necessary?"

Alyssa: "Yep. OK, I should be able to pinpoint the location of each comm as long as it's still active. OK, and....FOUND YOU!"

Jen: "Found who?"

Alyssa: "Jake. Looks like he's a couple floors down. Guess we're on the 8th floor."

Jen: "How about (Y/N) and Piers?"

Alyssa: "Hang on a sec. Let me just change the frequency and....Jackpot. They're two floors up. Huh. That's weird."

Jen: "What is?"

Alyssa: "I can't find Harvey's comm. It's not even in the list of ID numbers. It's like he just....Vanished."

Jen: "You try the other frequencies?"

Alyssa: "Yeah. Not even a trace-line. How do we find him without his comm? Oh shit. I'm losing Jake's signal, we gotta hurry."

Chris: "Wait, Jake and Piers are BOTH here?"

Jen: "Yep, the pissing contest continues."

Alyssa: "OK, I think our best bet is to split up."

Jen: "What do you think this is, a game? Splitting up means, a higher chance of one or all of us getting killed. I'm sorry Ghost, but I'm not willing to risk you getting hurt....Or worse."
Her scarred lips formed something between a frown and a comforted smile. Even as tough as she is, I think everyone needs to know that other people care.

Chris: "So where are we headed first?"

Alyssa: "(Y/N) and Piers are going to the higher floors, but Jake is two floors down.....I think The signal's getting weaker by the minute. I want to go find those sniper-geeks as soon as possible, but if we try to go to them first, we might lose Jake's comm signal. Plus, he's closer than they are right now. I think he's our best bet right now."

Jen: "OK then, let's go."
-------------------------------Your P.O.V.-------------------------------
(Y/N): "So where do you think she went?"

Piers: "How am I gonna know that?"
He looked at me like I was a confusing little kid.

(Y/N): "You've been here before, I haven't."

Piers: "Yeah, about a year ago! Who knows what these assholes have changed around here."
He tried the door to the next floor.

Piers: "Locked. You wanna handle this one?"

(Y/N): "Gladly."
I put my sniper rifle to the lock, shooting it off. The door opened, and my jaw dropped.

Piers: "Holy shit."