Jake Peralta could remember the instant flash and the pain afterward. He had not been in this much pain ever. Jake never believed that he was going to be caught off guard like that but he was, he had been blown up and he wondered what diety wanted him to remain alive in this cruel world.

He was the devil that fought against men who had the same instinct as he did. This was not even living for him, he could already feel the pain had become settled, still, if he even tried to move. He would have felt it again and that was not comfortable for him, adjusting himself, he saw that he was inside a hospital. 

He could not even move his moves. He tried to move his arms, it was here that he found out. He could not move his right arm. It was like he had lost a part of him, this was not something that he wished to be possible but now he knew that it had to be. His right arm was gone....his shooting arm, the arm that he used to fight was gone and he could not do anything but groan in pain as he realized that the wound had settled a long time ago.

"Jacob Peralta, my name is Geoffrey Kingston. I operate from this medical facility, you were brought in by some members of the Gonzalez Foundation. They said that you had sustained life-threatening injuries, taking a further look at you, they were right. You had suffered many wounds."

Jake turned his head, noticing the doctor in blue scrubs. He seemed to look kind enough but if he had been brought in by Gonzalez members, what else could go wrong? Who wanted him alive so that they could finish this war? It didn't make sense to him but he didn't question it now of all times. 

"Like you, no doubt feel, your arm was cut off due to infection. Your body is badly scarred, along with some burns along your right arm. Nothing is life-threatening but if I have to guess, you will survive and may just adjust to these new circumstances. If I had to guess, I would say that you were a car explosion, one that you were close to and that causes you to lose the arm."

Jake could never fault the kindness of one man, he did not seem to be pulling the wool over his eyes. He sat up and looked down at his bandaged left arm. He was a freak, one with a brilliant mind for strategy. Still, he had lost his edge as a man of the pistol, what could he do now? 

"Did you happen to know who brought me here Doctor Kingston?"

The Doctor looked up from the examination clipboard that he had, bowing his head with a small gracious smile. 

"Her name was Pieck, she said that you needed help. She gave me some resources to give to you once you woke up, seems like some important stuff."

Jake turned, he looked at the bag next to him. He tried to reach with his stump of a right hand, groaning to himself with such embarrassment and hatred. He did not know what he could from this moment forward, he bowed his head, swinging his legs over the bed and picked up the duffel bag. Already he found a note attached. 

"If you're reading this Jake Peralta, it means that you have survived. Know that with each passing moment, Armin Arlert assumes his control over the foundation. You now have a person on the inside of the foundation, use this well and you may just win this war. Send my regards to Zeke, Annie, and Porco. My name is Pieck as you have no doubt learned..."

Jake fell back into his bed as he wondered what to do now...