"Firecracker, I swear to God," James and Oliver attempted to follow after Pj. She shouldn't have run off like that; they didn't know who they were facing against. The junkyard was also a maze. She had gone around a corner and vanished. The two were left chasing after her once again. When they got close to where she might have been however, they spotted an armed assailant. The person was creeping towards where the meet would've taken place had it not been for the explosion. It was a split second decision, but James and Oliver took off after them instead. Pj would've called for them if she needed them; she was fine. The person and their threat was the greater priority.
"What the hell is going on with you three?" Kara hissed into her com. They probably should've split up differently. Her brothers and Max could never get Pj to listen. She couldn't really either, but she'd be able to do something more than James and Oliver. They probably wouldn't be scattered. She was going to snap at the team more, make some kind of commands to get it together. Who knew what was going on, they couldn't be acting like idiots. But an armed target running past distracted her. The threat was more important than a separated team. Besides, they'd call for help on the coms when needed.
"Hey. Not you too," Max attempted to follow Kara. Yet she was gone, chasing down a possible lead. He sighed and continued his own search. She could handle herself. They all could. Maybe breaking off on their own was the better plan, anyway. The junkyard was expansive; it was going to take time to explore it all. If it required them to spread out to stop the information leak, then so be it. They had to do anything to cripple the Shop and take them out. That included making difficult decisions. And Max was faced with one at the moment. He noticed two assailants with weapons sprint off into different directions. In an instant, he had to choose who to follow. Considering one was headed towards Pj's last known location, he chased the other.
"Who is fucking with my hack?" Felicity slammed on her keyboard. She didn't normally run into interference while providing tech support. She operated off her own frequency and network. But for some reason, that mission was throwing off all their plans. She attempted fighting the intrusion, yet there almost seemed to be two people against her. Missy helped as best she could, resting her head on her lap. However, she was intently focused on securing her hack. The team needed her to be their eyes and ears out there. She couldn't afford to let them down. Whoever she was working against was tough, though. But not tough enough. She managed to fight them back, shouting in triumph, "Now, let's see who thinks they're better than us."
"I did all my homework," Pj didn't expect to say that to her mom. She was exhausted, running on nothing but caffeine and adrenaline. That must've been why the shock got to her so much; she couldn't think of anything else. All she could do was stare at Nikita Mears-Bishop. And all her mom could do was stare back. Eventually, she approached her daughter with shaking hands and wavering gaze. It was almost as though she didn't believe she was really there in front of her. For some reason, Pj thought her mom was going to comment about the red dyed into her dark hair, or her tattoos (despite the fact that her mission clothes covered those). Or maybe that she was going to yell at her for being there. Instead, Nikita placed a soothing palm to her cheek. Tears sprang to her brown eyes, yet she smiled brilliantly.
"I wouldn't go that way if I were you. You might get hurt," Oliver and James echoed one another. They had fanned out while they were following their target. They managed to trap them, aiming their guns at them from two different angles. The brothers backed the person into a corner, and cut off any possible escape routes. Yet they didn't appear like they wanted to escape. They dropped their pistol to their side, stuttering for breath. Dark hazel eyes studied the two over in awe, shock, and something else. With a glance at Oliver, James took the chance to rip off the ski mask the person was wearing. The brothers stepped back surprised. Sean Pierce just stared at his sons.
"Where'd you go?" Kara muttered to herself. She had turned a corner and lost the assailant she was chasing. After a beat, her instincts made her glance up- just in time too. The person dropped from a pile of junk, ready to attack; they must've spotted the tail. But she was prepared. She blocked the hits, and returned some of her own. The target's arm was bandaged up, so she used that to her advantage with some well placed strikes. Soon, she got them in a tight hold they couldn't break from. However, the target quit trying to do so the second their blue eyes got a good look at her. Quickly, they shook off the ski mask covering their face. Kara let go of her with a gasp. Alexandra Udinov didn't need to hide from her daughter.
"You know. I'm getting real sick of this shit," Max rolled his dark eyes as he caught up to the assailant he decided to follow. They whirled around rapidly, their own weapon trained on him. But it didn't stay like that for long. The tango tore off their ski mask as fast as they could, and stumbled towards him. He was prepared for a fight, but he didn't need to be. Without wasting time, Max closed the gap between him and the person. Cassandra Ovechkin didn't hesitate either, embracing her son.
"I have you now," Felicity was rapid fire with her keystrokes. She completely halted the other hacker (possibly hackers) from piggybacking off her network. However, she wasn't going to stop there. She wanted to ensure they couldn't interfere again. Taking a moment to scratch Missy behind the ears and take a swig of an energy drink, she attempted to thoroughly wipe whoever was messing with her off the net. She had a nasty virus in mind she could implant on their server. Except, a line of code she recognized flashed across her screen. Felicity paused and gawked. It was the first bit of coding she had ever learned. It was written by Seymour and Sonya Birkhoff specifically for their daughter, "We found them."
"Oh, Piper. Look at you. You're perfect," Nikita could hardly speak, but it was important for her to say. Her daughter had always been absolutely, without a doubt, perfect. She wrapped Pj in the tightest hug imaginable. She returned the embrace, allowing the tears to overcome her green eyes. They had no idea how long they held each other, but it didn't matter; nothing else mattered. Approaching footsteps soon made them part. Instinctively, Nikita blocked Pj from the potential threat. Yet once the intruder yanked off their mask, she relaxed. Michael Mears-Bishop didn't think he could take another step forward. He stared at his daughter in complete awe. She took the last couple of strides to him, leaping into her dad's arms. He held her as securely as he could. Nikita quickly joined her family, "There's so many… so many things we wanna tell you. But now's not the time."
"Right the info leak. Do you know who this 'Sam' person is?" Pj assumed that was why her parents were there. She slowly pulled away from them, but only far enough to search their expressions. Nikita and Michael seemed so tired; they also looked enraged. But most of all, they were unbelievably ecstatic to have their daughter in their arms again. No one had let go of each other. The three of them needed to know without a doubt that they were there; it wasn't some illusion. Despite their emotional moment together, there were so many other things occurring to concentrate on. One such thing filled Michael and Nikita with so much rage, that Pj could barely calm them.
"Owen," If there was any way to remind a person where they were so harshly, it was that. Their happy little reunion was wrapped in darkness; their family was still broken.