Eight

Piers

"Ah, Mr. Nivans you have brought the subject unharmed." Carla gave a sly smirk, running fingers through her hair. Her walk was cat-like slow, calculating. Piers watched from a distance, her frantic entrance. Piers realized that he wouldn't argue that Carla wasn't attractive, infact she was the exact opposite. Carla didn't look a day over twenty-nine though you can tell she was likely older by the way she presented herself to the world. Her walk was doughty and she held her head high.

Piers held up a detesting hand, "Screw yourself." Piers found that Carla stood right infront of him. The woman said nothing, but just looked up to him with a coy smirk that made Piers want to smack it right off of her face right then.

A gentle laugh came from her lips, "Mr. Nivans, I'd prefer if you did so." Piers rolled his eyes, she was trying to flirt with him. Carla touched his cheek, almost a caring look in her eyes. But, not close enough. "Would you Mr. Nivans?" Piers ignored her question, and decided to look at his surroundings. They where in his room, who knows how long it's been since he's been here.

"Get off of me." smacking her hand off of his face, Piers glared daggers to her. Carla just smirked again, her eyes calculating. She expected that answer from him. Piers raised a brow, maybe he should start giving her answers that'll throw her off. "So, about that deal. Let me leave." Piers crossed his arms.

"Not so fast. You did not willingly retrieve Downing for me, but infact I had to drug you to fulfill these orders." Carla was pumped with her superiority at this moment, she was right. Piers decided on arguing back, but she'd expect just that from him.

"Okay. You can leave my room now, I tend to take a nap. Just watch me through your camera," Piers paused walking towards Carla and leaning towards her ear, "You might catch a free show." Piers made right hand in the shape of a circle and jerked it suggestively. Carla's face was red and her eyes filled with ice. The female was looking for Piers to argue back. She left soon after.

"Wake up Mr. Nivans." Piers found one of Carla's underlings waking him up. He looked just around Piers' age not a day older than twenty-four. Piers looked at him with annoyed eyes, but complied with his request. He followed him out of him room, and down the hall. The lights white, and ablaze. The hall smelled of cleaning product. Nothing less he'd expect from the cleanliness of this establishment that's under Carla's directory.

They ended up at a huge conference room, the table was retangur. Carla sipping on what it appeared to be as whine, and Frederic Downing sitting next to her, he sipping on some tea. Downing fixed his glasses, and that's when Piers had noticed that he had shaved, and Carla obviously gave him a business suite for him to wear. The man looked the exact opposite from when Piers first broke him out of the correctional facility at Area 51.

"Ah, Mr. Nivans take a seat." Downing said nicely, Carla took a sip of her drink but watched Piers closely. Constantly observing him like some type of predator watching their prey.

And Piers did take a seat. It was always because the table was so long and he was on the exact opposite side from the other occupants of the room.

"So, Carla and I have called upon this meeting to first thank you from breaking me out of that wretched prison." Downing smiled. Piers was slouched in his seat, gicing a blank look. He was so sick of the bullshiting that Carla kept doing. He just wanted to go home, sleep in his own bed, see Chris...

Piers waved his hand, he was in a very uncaring mood, "Yeah. Whatever." Downing side glanced Carla as if to say something. She put her hand in a stop motion. "Okay stop the bullshiting Carla. What the hell do you want from me now?" Piers banged on the table as he said this, making both Carla and Downing jump. Piers was satisfied at these reactions.

"Well Mr. Nivans-"

"No. Bullshit."

"Okay. Well, I want you to go back to the States and infect major cities. Starting in New York City." Carla was smug.

Piers felt a pit in his stomach. "No."

"You said no bullshit Mr. Nivans as I recall."

"You said after I get Downing you'll let me go!" he banged on the table again.

"I lied. As do most humans. You're acting like a child Mr. Nivans. Either you agree or I'll be taking proper methods to get you to do what I want." Carla her voice was slightly raised.

Avery

Her shift at work was over. It was just a day spent in her cubicle filing paper work. She was happy to know that it was finally over nonetheless. The woman decided to talk to Chris about the information she'd found out from Ivy. Who made that website? Obviously, it had to be an insider right? There was a rat among the BSSA, and it needed to be delt with quickly.

"Mr. Redfield can I have a moment with you?" Avery stood infront of his open office, as she spoke.

"Sure, come in. What's up?" Chris had nodded to her smiling.

Avery took a seat, infront of his desk. "Okay, so yesterday when I was..." she didn't exactly want to call it a date...was it a date that she went on with Ivy? "Out with a friend. She had told me about this website. There's information that has been leaked that is now accessible to the general public Sir." Avery pulled the website on her phone, even being compatible with mobile devices. "Take a look Sir. This is no joke and needs to be dealt with as soon as possible." Chris took Avery's phone and his mouth was agape. Valuable documents has been leaked, starting with the happenings of Racoon even updated to the recent events in Edonia and China alike...Even Tall Oaks. This isn't good..

"Okay. Mandatory meeting tomorrow morning. I will definitely get tech team on it right now. I might need you too as well, do you have any plans for tonight?"

Avery nodded, her cheeks turning a shade of red,"I was..going to go to this new gay club that recently opened with my friend. But, if you need me-" she got cut off.

"It's fine." Chris was happy that Avery wasn't letting her breakup affect her, as far as he could tell. "But keep your phone on you just in case."

"Yes."

Avery ended up at Flaming Rainbow around nine. Avery was wearing ripped black skinny jeans, and combat boots. There her stud was placed back into nose and she gave herself a fresh haircut before departing. Her shirt consisted of a white plain t-shirt with a leather jacket. Avery's boyish swagger attracted other females to her at the bar, as she sat and waited for Ivy.

"Hey cutie~" one said, and Avery wouldn't argue that this chick was gorgeous but not he one she wanted. "What's your name~?" this girl touched Avery's cheek sensually. Her intentions wasn't obviously to get to know her personally.

"Avery." as soon as she stated that Ivy arrived, and Avery gave an apologetic smile before waving to the girl and walking towards Ivy.

Ivy was wearing a party dress. It was a black and green, skin tight, though showed no goods. But it made Ivy's curves softer and more desirable. She wore black creepers to match.

"Avery!" Ivy smiled and Avery walked up to her and hugged her. She smelled amazing.

"You look gorgeous." Avery complimented, smiling.

"As do you~" Ivy winked, placing a hand on her chest.

Piers

He was in the busy streets of Times Square in New York. The male walked casually, to blend in with the crowd. Piers felt like shit knowing he was about to kill hundreds even millions of people at this moment. He can't control himself. Carla resorting to put Piers back on P30. The male wanted to stop, but couldn't. He stepped directly into the center of the streets, placing the time bomb casually, setting it for two minutes. Piers stood, and walked away casually.

Ivy

The female was piss drunk. Avery found herself felling a mulling feeling in the back of her head. "Hey~ Ivy~" she poked her cheek smiling. "I'm not ready to leave yet."

"I think you've had enough." Although Avery was the life of the party, being the judge of a buch of different events varying from drinking contests, dancing, and singing. Ivy was impressed with Avery's dancing skills. She guessed that she used to dance hip pop once upon a time.

"Meh, I'm not ready." Ivy grinned grabbing Avery's side and taking her out to the parking lot.

"Avery which one is your car?" Ivy managed to take Avery's keys from her prior to the negotiation of taking her home.

"My car is the black 370z Nissan." Ivy had her mouth agape. That car is like awesome!

Making it to BSSA headquarters was a bit tricky for Ivy to figure out where Avery lived because she was dipping in and out of conscienceness. Ivy pulled Avery out of the car and walked into the building, the sober female of the two smiled at the desk lady as Avery yelled drunken slurs of nonsense. The he desk lady smiled back, pointing in direction of her living quarters. Ivy grinned, and muttered a quick thank you.

Getting infront of the door, Ivy realized that she need a key card to open Avery's door. She hoped silently that Avery didn't lose it. "Avery where is your key?"

"In my pants, grab it~" she's winked sensually.

"You're drunk." Ivy laughed, and she reached into Avery's front pocket, unfazed and opening the door Ivy grabbed Avery and placed her on the living room sofa. Ivy stopped for a moment looking around Avery's place blushing. She was actually in her apartment, and it made her sort of giddy in a way.

"Ivy~ thirsty~" Avery whined. Ivy went to the kitchen and watched from there the female on the sofa. Ivy thought it cute as the other female cuddle with the sofa pillow. Ivy opened the refrigerator grabbing a water bottle, and bringing it to Avery.

Avery sat up, "Thank you." uncapping the bottle and sipped on it.

"You had fun tonight?" Ivy questioned, a smile shown. The female ran fingers through the other's hair.

"I did. You?"

"I did as well." Ivy smiled.

Avery's phone rang, and guess who it was? Dominique. Avery just watched as the phone rang, and Avery had a pained expression. She hasn't thought about Dominque at all tonight until she called. There was a rush of emotion, and she started to cry. Avery never really properly allowed herself to cry, besides the day of with Sonya, Leon, and Chris. Ivy vy leaned over and took the phone from Avery turning it off, and pulling her into her arms. "It's okay."

"I loved her." Avery said in between a sob. "Why did she do this to me? Why did she have to call now? Of all times?"

"Sometimes people don't realize what they have until it's gone forever." Ivy allowed Avery to lay on her chest. She ran gentle fingers through Avery's short hair. The female continued to cry. Avery lifted her head up from Ivy's chest and she was face to face with her.

Ivy can smell the alcohol on her breath, and the smell of strawberry shampoo in her hair. Avery learn forward, her kiss rather sloppy from her being overly drunk. But, Ivy kissed back. It wasn't exactly romantic, but the feelings were mutual in a way. Once finished, Avery looked at Ivy and fell asleep soon after.

Ivy ran fingers through her own hair, "She likely won't remember this in the morning...fuck..."

Hi Stern! I'm glad you read my last chapter. :) I was worried

that since I haven't posted in awhile you forgot lol.

Don't worry Ivy is genuine lol, and Chris and

Piers will reunite soon I promise! My error of that

Weird word I fixed it directly

after seeing your review. Welp, til' next chapter~!