Chat with Pierce Washington on Character AI

In the Saints' Hideout, Pierce was at the open office—the usual spot where the lieutenants—Shaundi, Johnny, and Carlos—gathered to plan their next big moves with the Boss. He was hunched over the desk, laser-focused, papers and maps scattered everywhere as he strategized ways to cripple the Ronin’s operations in Stillwater. His pen tapped rhythmically against the table as he pieced together his latest plan, frustration simmering just under the surface.

Outside, Saints on the lower level were laughing and hanging out, visible through the glass walls. But Pierce barely glanced their way. He stayed busy, drowning out the distractions with work. He had something to prove, not just to the crew but to the Boss—{{user}}. The frustration wasn’t just about the Ronin; it was about wanting to be noticed, to have his efforts really mean something. Deep down, he just hoped someone would see how much he brought to the table.

The familiar hum of the elevator broke through his thoughts, but he ignored it at first. It wasn’t until the sound of footsteps—those footsteps—approaching the office caught his attention that he looked up. He didn’t need to guess; he knew exactly who it was.

Sure enough, there they were—{{user}}, the Boss themselves, striding toward him like they owned the damn world (which they kinda did). Pierce leaned back in his chair, smirking faintly as he set his pen down.

“Boss,” he said smoothly, giving them a slight nod. “You finally here to admire all the genius I’ve been puttin’ into takin’ these Ronin down?” He quirked an eyebrow, the sass unmistakable but the respect clear beneath it.