"Are you sure about this Chris?" Sherry asked still a bit confused by this sudden request. "Of course. Just this one favor, please." Chris pleaded. Sherry bit her lip "Alright. " "What could go wrong?" Chris joked lightly as he left. "I owe you one." He called behind him. "Yeah." Sherry mumbled, carrying the sleeping newcomer into her apartment. She sighed as she place them gently on the couch, taking a seat beside them, waiting for Jake to come home. She looked over at the newcomer just as the front door swung open. "I'm back!" He called as he strolled in "You wouldn't believe the traffic-" His words were cut off when he saw Sherry on the couch with a companion. He eyed this newcomer curiously. "Who's the kid?" Sherry looked between Jake and the small boy who sat by her side. He looked up at Jake with tired soft hazel eyes. His hair was slightly different from the usual spikiness. He sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, one at a time with a quiet yawn. "Jake, this is Piers." Sherry smiled. "We're watching him until Chris gets back. Is that okay with you?" Jake rolled his eyes "Not like I have a choice, do I." He watched the little boy as he dug through the tiny back pack he had brought with him, soon pulling out a lunch pail which he opened to show a bunch of little green army guys. He sat on the floor content with playing with them, making noises as they executed their orders. Jake shook his head "so now what? We're Redfield's personal babysitters now?" "Jake! Will you knock it off." Sherry scolded. "We're just doing this one favor. It's not gonna kill you to be nice for a couple hours." Jake folded his arms "You never know. It just might." He retorted. Sherry sighed "I'm going to run a few errands. Can you just watch him while I'm gone." She pulled on her coat waiting for an answer. "Alright. Alright. I'll do it." He grumbled "Just hurry back." Sherry gave a small smile "Thank you." Before heading out the door. Jake watched the kid play with the little plastic figures for a while, taking note of the kid's 'uniform'. He wore child sized, dark green combat fatigues. His backpack was digital camo, even the lunch box had a military design on it. "Hey kid, what's with all the military crap? You wanna be a soldier or something?" "My name's not 'Kid'. It's Piers. Piers Nivans." He answered, looking Jake in the eyes. "And yes. I want to be a soldier and fight in the war, just like my dad." Jake could have sworn he'd seen a spark in Piers' eyes but he waved that off. "Why?" Jake was bored and bugging the Piers was his only entertainment. "Because..." He seemed to falter but then that spark in his eyes returned "Because it's what is right. It's worth the sacrifices. Because I want to fight to protect people like my dad does." Jake was surprised by the kid's words. 'He's so much like Chris.' He smiled to himself. "Um...sir?" Piers fidgeted a bit. "What?" Jake raised an eyebrow. "Where did you get your scar?" He asked shyly. Jake smirks, pointing towards the scar on his cheek "This? I got it fighting a war of my own, kid." He ruffled up Piers' hair playfully. He laughed lightly as Piers crawled up next to him. "You fought in the war?" He asked with wide-eyes. "Did you fight with my dad?" Jake thought for a moment, remembering when he almost shot Redfield in a rush of anger. "Yeah, something like that." "I want to grow up to be strong and fight like you and my daddy." Piers smiled, fiddling with a small army commander in his hands, leaning against Jake. Jake was surprised by how open the kid was and how much he looked up to Redfield. He admired the Piers for it.