The war

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Piers POV

"PIERS!" I heard a man yell. I gasped for air as sweat ran down my face.
I stood up and dust myself off. "You alright, got a bit roughed up." I heard a man's voice. I looked up to see a shadow of a man. Then saw it vanish in a blink of an eye. "Thank God the wars over." I felt someone grab my arms back and handcuffed them. I got grabbed and thrown into a black camouflage car.

Two men, big and muscular came in from both sides and trapped me in the middle. They both grabbed their guns and pointed them to my sides. The car started moving and the guy in the front started asking me questions. "Who do you work for?" I chuckled softly, then answered. "Same answer as always, don't you think?" He looked in the mirror in front of him then chuckled. "You sure know how to make a person laugh." He cut me off before I can say anything.
"Maybe that's how y'all are,thinking everything's funny huh."

Right after, something crashed in our vehicle. The car started rolling and I was getting sick. The car came to a stop. My vision went blurry, after a few blinks my eyes closed and stayed closed. when my eyes were adapting to the environment. I saw that I was being dragged by my armor. "Don't die on me now, piers."

I heard the same man that had vanished in back of me. When I got to a stop, the guy leaned me up against the tent. He came back a few minutes after and handed me a cup. I stared at it blankly.

"What is it?" He smiled at me, "Water." He answers.
I took a sip of it, not fully trusting him. I tasted the cold fresh water hit my tongue. He was about to walk off but before he did he took one last look at me. I leaned towards him, grabbing a tablet out of his armor.

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