Three

Avery

The female had wavered around aimlessly in BSSA headquarters. She mainly stayed in the break area. Everyone that was scheduled for that meeting was let off early. An hour has passed since the entire incident and Avery couldn't accept the fact of how it was just the sex between Dominique and her. It was more. It had to be.

The break room was filled with other officers of the BSSA. There was laughter around talking. The exact opposite of Avery's current mood. She decided that it was time for her to go get her belongings from the house. She stood up, to head towards the parking lot.

"Smith!" Avery turned on her heals, and it was Chris. "Sit back down." The female did as she was ordered to do. The female sat back down, and looked at Chris awaiting.

"Yes?"

"Well, there are rooms here for people to live in incase we have to relocate an officer. Well, you currently don't have a place to live so you can have suite number three." he lifted a key card in the air playfully, sliding it across the table to Avery.

She was a loss for words, "No, I can't-"

"You're family. Like you said you'd always be there for me, so be there. Take the suite and enjoy it. Jeez." He stood up giving a wink, leaving the female to feel a sense of happiness and belonging. Something everyone should feel.

"Thank you Captain!" she shouted towards Chris. He stuck two fingers in the air, the peace sign.

Avery opened the suite and was in awe. It was fully decked out. There was a small kitchen, and livingroom connected together. Plasma television. She walked towards her room, opening the door. Her belongings where promptly placed in boxes in the corner. Coworkers helping her move out of her old home. They're great people. There was a king-sized bed and Avery just jumped on it face first, putting the plush pillows in her face.

"This is awesome~!"

Leon

The male had been in the shared hotel room, with Sonya. They just finished comforting Avery from the ordeal. Poor girl. Leon watched Sonya read peacefully on her e-reader and he grinned. Sonya was gorgeous, having a carmel complexion, and naturalLy curly hair. The female had dyed her hair in the past, but Leon enjoyed her natural hair color being the best.

Sonya had shifted on the bed slightly, adjusting her reading glasses, something new she'd had to get. The female was distraught about it at first, not wanting to accept the fact of how her eyes no longer have twenty/twenty vision.

"Yes Leon?" a playful smirk on her face, lifting her glasses off of her face and placing them in her hair.

"I love you." Leon meant every word of it. He does. He and Sonya has been through so much. Sonya placed her e-reader down, and crawled across the king-sized bed making her way to the male. She played with his hair, running nimble fingers through it. Leon wanted to know what she was thinking.

"I love you too." placing a soft kiss on his neck.

Piers

The male was fully dressed. It was an uncomfortable silence as he awaited in a silent room that was all was all white. Piers waited for Carla. He fumbled around, playing with his thumbs bored. Carla had stated that she needed him to do a favor? What favor? He needed to get back home. The door had nonetheless opened a couple moments later as if on cue. Piers looked at Carla. Her clothes were casual, jeans and a t-shirt. Carla just looked at Piers with a smirk. But, it was a smirk that looked as if she knew something that he didn't. Piers scoffed and stood on his feet, looking at Carla.

"Get me out of here, now." he stood tall, trying to give her an intimatdating look. His chest poked out and fists balled up. Carla gave Piers a look of disinterest.

"No can do. I need you to go run an errand for me." Carla placed hands on hips.

"What's the favor?" Piers replied, he crossed his arms. The female paced, walking around Piers checking him out briefly, the looking back up at him.

"It's a retrieval mission."

Piers shrugged, "Retrieving what?"

"I need you to go back to the United States and retrieve Fredrick Downing." Piers looked at her like she was insane. Carla practically is though.

"What? Fredrick Downing was responsible for the Harvardville Airport incident."

"I did not falter with my words Mr. Nivans. I was very clear about what I just said." Carla looked at Piers. Piers just stared back.

"I'm not helping you."

"Figured you'd say that." before Piers can even begin to reply, Carla stabbed piers with a syringe. And everything went black.