(AN: Okay so this is just a short little scene i came up with. Piers was found by Umbrella and was turned into a little mindless minion and was ordered to kill the others. This scene is where Piers has captured Jake as he was ordered by his 'superior'.) The red device glowed angrily upon the man's chest. It's metallic legs buried deep into his flesh. Jake eyed him, watching this person, once an old friend, now a threat to his life. Those eyes, normally a soft hazel were now hard and cold, all emotion wiped away. The man seated himself across from the young mercenary, staring him down. He spoke coldly "You know, " He smiled, getting to his feet and circling Jake like a ghost "I was ordered to retrieve you, no one said what condition you had to be in." with one quick movement, he grabbed a hold of Jake's shoulder and left arm then twisted them causing a loud pop as the bones slipped out of place. A cry erupted from Jake's throat. He groaned, gritting his teeth. Jolts of pain shooting throughout his shoulder and back as the man clasped a hand on the dip in his flesh, squeezing tightly. "What happened to you?" Jake questioned through the waves of pain that pulsed from his injury. The man's gaze became angry "What are you talking about? I'm perfectly fine." He pulled the knife from Jake's belt and drove it deep into his leg. Jake screamed. The man smiled, playing with the weapon, moving it back and forth in the bloody wound. He became more amused as Jake's face contorted with pain. After a few moments he released the knife leaving it lodged in Jake's flesh and turned his back to the young man. The room grew quiet, the only sound being Jake's heavy breathing. He watched the man in the dim light of the tiny cell as he began to whistle. The tune was one he whistled once before. As it came to an end, a smile spread across the man's face. Wicked and toothy. Without any warning, the man spun around, planting a firm kick in the center of Jake's torso. He fell back in his chair, landing on his arms. Pain spreading throughout his body with the impact. The back of his head connected with the hard floor. He panted, watching the man stand over him like an impatient demon awaiting to claim a damned wayward soul. The red device glowing brighter, more angrily than before.