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J.L.: Here we go! This is the Sequel to "Cold but Hot" but do not feel obligated to read that in order to enjoy this. I'm trying to design this so it stands alone. This is my own personal view on what resident evil 5 could be.

Two years later?

"But what Chris?" I asked.

"With as cold as you were, it was one of the hottest things I have ever seen." He said and hugged me close.

"Cold, but hot. Got it." I spoke and smiled as I nuzzled my face into his chest.

I bolted up from my shotty bed to my cell phone ringing some Reggae tune. Information already?! But my dream...I snatched the phone up, but in trying to do so, fell off the bed and hit the hardwood floor. Ouch.

"Jill Valentine ici, qui est ceci?" I mumbled in French as I sat up.

"This is Wong. I have the information you want." A crisp calm voice spoke. Miss Wong...she contacted me as soon as I broke off connections with them...the ones hiding him from me. I gritted my teeth in anger.

"I'm listening." I spoke determined. Two years is too long.

"We need a sample of your blood. You'll get the information when we can get the antivirus processed. We just need the working genetic sample, you." Wong said and I released a deep breath. I went free lance when Barry told me he couldn't tell me his whereabouts due to the classification of the mission. I've been living in France since Raccoon, playing the information seeker, and then he just tells me I can't go after Chris.

"On my way." I replied and hung up, standing up and heading towards the bathroom in the rundown apartment I took residence up in.

Two hours later

I sat in the lab as they synthesized the first antidote to the T virus since Raccoon City. Wong stood beside me, Her short black hair about the same length as my own, but I had mine tied back with a few rebellious strands framing my face. She doesn't say much, and gets to the point. My kind of business partner. There was something about that one guy, a Leon Kennedy that came up once, Claire mentioning that Leon had tried to save a survivor in Raccoon but she died. Wong did admit to being in Raccoon, but mentioned nothing else.

"Juste peu plus de dames, alors l'échantillon seront finies et nous pouvons le reproduire." One of the technicians annouced and Wong nodded.

"I'm not usually nosy, but what's this Redfield guy to you anyway?" Wong asked. I looked down at my tight black leather pants with my custom .32 baretta strapped to my leg. Go ahead.

"Old friend." I answered and put my short black leather jacket on over my white shirt and kevlar vest. Wong glanced over at me, uncrossing her arms and placing them firmly on the table behind her.

"Il est fini. Nous avons pris un petit échantillon pour le reproduire, nous ferons préparer ce vaccinique le manque Wong." The technician announce and prepared a vial. He then handed it to Wong.

"Merci. Miss Valentine, I have a mission for you to do while you are out there looking for Redfield. I have a conetact in that aproximate area who needs this. The previous vaccine we administered to him is only stalling the development of the virus. He'll be a good enough test subject and he's willing to trade some important information on Umbrella for this very vial I hold in my hand. We'll provide the transportation and ammunition you'll need to get out there if you are willing to accept this mission." Wong explained. Do it. One, free ride. Two, free equipment. Three, Information on Umbrella.

"What will I need the ammuntion for?" I asked sternly. Wong smiled.

"There's been an incident...an Umbrella incident." She said and I nodded, grabbing the vial of vaccine and placing it into the leather pouch attached to my belt.

"Great, when do I leave?" I asked.

"Now." Wong replied and gestured toward the door leading to the rooftop of the laboratory. Off and away we go Jilly. Don't get yourself killed.

Hours later

Joseph's throat getting ripped out. Mikail blowing himself up. Forest's body lurching back to life. Nemesis's tenticle sticking out through Brad's head. Wesker throwing me into the prison. Nemesis infecting me. Zombies everywhere. I lurched awake, some guy shaking me.

"Nous avons le manque arrivé." He spoke and I nodded. Zip-lining it out of a helicopter into an infected zone. It's hot as hell, freaking desert. Here goes nothing. I checked the strap of the M16 and connected my wire. Turning my back to ther opening in the hull of the helicopter, I sprang out and slid down into the ramshack village that was morraccan style. Immediately after I hit the ground safely, the helicopter pulled the wire up and took off to dump ammunition crates off at designated points so that I wouldn't have to carry all my weapondry. All right, it said in my files that Chris was out here looking for the same guy as myself, so I have to dispose of the contact before Chris gets there and then fein ignorance. The stentch of rotten sun dried flesh hit me and I freed the M16, opening it up on the closest carrier. It dropped after a few shots to the head, but I then noticed that I was surrounded, and the virus carriers were running towards me. Shit. They can run now?! Fuck me! I gritted my teeth and fired round after into their heads, dropping them fast, but not fast enough. I emptied the M16, threw it at the closest one, knocking it down temporarily, and pulled out my custom .32 baretta with laser guided sight, popping the caps into their heads as I backed into a wall. Shit shit shit shit! I should have landed on the rooftop and scouted the area out first!!! Fuck!

"Je pourrais vraiment utiliser un appui ici Wong !" I shouted out to no one in particular. My gun clicked empty and I holstered it, kicking the nearest infected as I spotted a metal bar hanging above me. I jumped up and latched on to it, pulling myself from the hungry hands of rotten dry flesh. Shit. Gunshots tore throught the crowd gathered at my feet, and several bodies slumped to the ground. The creatures turned their unseeing eyes towards the source and ran towards it. I could barely see the person, but it was a man in a tight light blue shirt with grey pants and enough firepower strapped to him to suppress the crowd a hundred times over. He stepped close to the creatures, tearing holes into the zombies and dropping them. His slightly spikey brown hair and five o'clock shadow made him look rugged and I smirked. Chris. I grabbed a clip and reloaded my baretta, popping off a few of the creatures with him. The last one fell and Chris walked towards me, keeping his aim on me. I dropped down and holstered my gun, holding my hands up.

"Who are you?" He demanded, keeping the gun trained on me. My smiled faded off instantly. He doesn't recognize me. Well, who could blame him...My eyes aren't even blue anymore thanks to the T-virus's effects on me, a nice after effect...turning them greenish grey. With my hair pulled back and my kevlar covering my vest, you couldn't even tell I'm a woman. Jilly, attention here, he's after your target, you can sort things out later. French it.

"Merci monsieur, mais je vraiment dois aller maintenant." I spoke and took off running down the alley way, slipping into a building and locking the door. I climbed up the stairs and peered outside, where he still stood, his gun pointed upwards in safety towards the sky. I'm sorry Chris...I'll speak with you when it's more convient, I promise. Might as well follow him for a bit though, and look after him...Jilly...mission, focas.

"The hell was that about?" Gruffed Chris, his voice still the same as ever. He then reloaded and headed towards the alley I ran.

"Just business Chris." I muttered as I reloaded and waited for him to get far enough ahead that he wouldn't hear me follow him.

J.L.: So, that's a start. What do you think? I've got most of this written down, sans details. Anyways, yes, Jill is the main in this one, and yes, I made her fluent in french, however...since I do not know french myself very well, excuse me if some phrases are wrong. Don't worry on it too much, because of the situation, there will be less french in here in the future chapters. Now to continue on.