Chapter Text
New Orleans, Louisiana
July 17th - Present Time
It was time to check on her condition again. The man known as Seven stepped away from a window he was looking out of for the past hour.
Has it been an hour? Must have been daydreaming.
It was a gloomy day in New Orleans. Cloudy with no rain. It was a cool morning up until the afternoon when some humidity crept in. The abandoned building once known as Charity Hospital has been a useful hideout for him and the woman known as Ada Wong. The building was housing many homeless. That is, up until he and Ada crashed in to hide out and treat her wounds. A few warning shots scared the homeless away and no one else has dared to venture in for the past two days.
Seven grew wary of how Ada will recover without professional medical help. He needed to make sure she made it out well. He owed her his freedom and life; therefore, he was protecting and taking care of her as a means of thank you. That-and of course the fact that she holds information regarding him.
Your name is Piers Nivans, he recalled her saying the day they came into the building. He recalled finding a mattress where he lay her down. Ada was in pain. She was refusing to go to a hospital due to their situation. Going to a hospital will likely jeopardize being traced.
“Your name is Piers Nivans, not Seven,” she said while she clenched the left side of her torso. The pain in her voice sounded as if she was worried she would not make it and she needed to confess what she knew.
A name, Seven thought or should he think, Piers?
Earlier when he was looking out the window with the view of downtown New Orleans in sight, he continued to reflect on what she said. Piers thought of what more she might know of his former life.
As far as he can recall, he was a born and bred killer. A spy/assassin to a secret organization known as Cypher. He had no memories. No Family. It was just him and his “family”, Cypher. Up until two weeks ago when he was sent to hunt and kill his new target: Ada Wong.
Cypher listed her as a traitor and a persistent threat. Ada Wong must die.
But that all changed when he met her. The conversation that commenced before pulling the trigger began with “I know who you are”, from her own mouth as she locked eyes on him.
Eluding Cypher ever since has not been easy. It almost cost them their lives. And now here they are, hiding out in New Orleans. He needed to make sure she lived to tell him what she knows about his life.
All Piers can remember is from what he sees and hears in his dreams. The sound of gunfire. Militant marching. An older woman hugging him saying “call me when you’re safe”. The silhouette of a muscular man extending his hand to him. “Great job, Ace,” the man would say. He can see the presence and figure, but not his face. The voice was stern and warm at the same time. Whenever Piers would wake from seeing this man, he would dread that it was a dream. Then it was followed by a longing.
Who are you?
He might get a chance to find out from Ada. It was time to check on her. If she was up for it, he wanted some answers.