Piers Nivans had always been the sharpest shot in the BSAA, but that night, as the rain lashed down and the skies darkened over the city, something felt different. The streets were eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos they had been engulfed in just hours earlier. His rifle was heavy in his hands, though the weight was familiar, almost comforting.

He glanced over his shoulder at the remnants of Alpha Team, a smaller group than they’d started with. “We need to push forward,” Piers said, his voice cutting through the steady rhythm of rain. His gaze shifted toward the towering silhouette of the bio-organic weapon they had been sent to neutralize. It loomed in the distance, barely visible through the fog, but unmistakable. It wasn’t just another mission. Piers could feel it in his gut — this was personal.

But behind his professional exterior, doubts simmered. He was determined to succeed, but a small part of him wondered if he could lead them all out alive without Chris..