Disclaimer: I do not own Leon S. Kennedy or Jill Valentine or any other oc's. But I do own Rachel Ezler.
I walk into the Raccoon City Police Department with my usual morning coffee. The receptionist gives me a smile.
"Morning, Rachel. Looking awfully chipper. I'm assuming your date went well," Steve, the receptionist, commented. He was the only male, other than the chief of police, to like me and respect me as an equal. For that I was grateful.
"Not as well as I hoped. Still single. And still need to get laid," I joked quietly as I passed him by.
"Well, why don't you try dating some of the guys around here instead of prowling the single's bars ever weekend?" he laughed. I looked back at him rolling my eyes.
"They're either married, not m type, or don't respect me. Besides, where would they take me out? The doughnut shop?" I teased. Steve smiled wider and shook his head.
"Have some faith, Rachel. We're not all bad," he replied caringly. I nodded.
I walked into the women's locker room, hearing the usual gossip that Jill had to share. But today was seemingly different. The air felt thicker. The talk felt deeper.
"What's up, Valentine?" I asked as I opened my locker. She looked over at me, wrapped in a towel from the showers.
"Nothing, Ezler. Just found out some interesting news," Jill said with a glint of anxiety in her eyes.
"Oh yeah and what would that be?" I asked whilst undressing to prepare for my shower. Jill leaned forward. I looked at her suspiciously and folded my uniform on the bench.
"Seems that Leon S. Kennedy is coming back from his mission in Spain. But he's coming to Raccoon City to look for recruits for a new mission. Word is, he's looking for S.T.A.R.S. members. That means you and I might actually have to leave this stuffy little city," Jill whispered probably for the other woman officer's sake. I looked at her horrified.
"Leave Raccoon City? This place was rebuilt only ten years ago! I just became a S.T.A.R.S. member1 I can't leave!" I panicked. Her eyebrows sunk together.
"Hey, chill out. I've been out there. I've seen what corporations like Umbrella can do. If you ask me, I think it's our duty to go," she confessed. I sighed.
"Well, it may be a duty to you. But I'm a rookie. I wouldn't survive," I worried. Jill smirked.
"Honey, you may be a rookie but you sure as shit a lot better than some of the guys on the force. And who knows, Leon might not even pick you!" she reassured me. I nodded feeling a sheen of sweat forming on my brow.
"Rachel, go shower up. We need to be in the briefing room for oh seven hundred hours," Jill ordered. Her being my superior, I didn't argue. I walked toward the showers, wrapping my towel tighter. I looked back to Jill.
"Hey, who the hell is Leon Kennedy anyway?" I asked. Her eyes widened a bit.
"He's a veteran. He is a survivor of the Raccoon City Umbrella incident," she stated. I felt my heart pound and fear choked me.
