It was just an ordinary day at the S.T.A.R.S. office. Everyone (as always) pretended to be working and Wesker pretended to believe that, although to anyone who could come the idea of the S.T.A.R.S. "working" wouldn't even come into the mind. It was impossible to believe that Chris was working because every second he would curse and excitedly tap on the keyboard. Occasionally he would even put his head on the desk with a loud "bam!", which caused Brad yelp every time he did that. Apparently, Redfield was playing Counter Strike online with Forest, Kenneth, Edward and Joseph, and seemed to be always loosing. Chris was royally pissed with that as he was the best marksman, but the truth was quite simple: Joseph was cheating. It was good that Chris was so dumb that he couldn't even realize it; because Redfield was an excellent fighter and Joseph was an excellent screamer. What would have happened…

Brad was pretending he was writing something in his computer, but it seemed he was troubled with finding the right letters. Soon he gave up on it, letting as exhausted sight and excused himself, probably running away to his dear helicopters. Kevin and Enrico were playing poker along with Barry, and it was obvious that the older man was loosing and was very angry about it. Enrico was smiling what was meant to be a sincere apologetic smile, but in fact was a pure evil grin instead. Kevin was just frowning slightly, looking at his cards. You could almost feel his brain acting feverishly, thinking of all the combinations he possibly could do to win.

Jill was reading a book, yawning occasionally as her eyes were scanning the pages. You could think she was reading some crap like those "modern chicks" read now – something like "Twilight" or "Shopaholic", but on the contrary, the book was nothing like that. It was the latest magazine about all sorts of guns, and the sponsor of the magazine was the legendary Kendo, the owner of a gun shop just across the street from the R.P.D.

Wesker seemed to be occupied by some document. He sat there, his expression as emotionless as ever, supporting his head with his hand. Today his hair seemed… Strangely messed up. Usually it was slicked back in such a manner that no strands got loose, but today his hair reminded very much of Chris's style, only that it was blond. Jill thought how it would feel if she ran her fingers through it, but was horrified by that urge. He was her captain, actually, nothing more, nothing less, and she just wasn't allowed to think such things about him.

Come on, this is your head, Jill! It's not like he can get inside your mind and discover what you think about! – Her inner voice was as brave as ever.

Well, maybe he can't, but it is still highly unprofessional.

Oh, please! Who would know!?

It is bad for my own discipline. And besides he's my boss. And what is the rule number one of a good partnership? Do not get involved with your partner!

But he's not your partner, he's your boss!

That's even worse.

Don't tell me that. You like him.

So what?.. Yes, I do like him as our captain, he's a good leader.

No, you, dumbass, you like him like "that"!

Like "that" what?..

Like that that… Well, that… In a "that" manner!

What do you mean by saying "that" manner?..

By saying "that" manner I mean the manner that you like him "that" type.

If you think I'm clever enough to understand it, I assume you, you're wrong.

Fuck it, Jill! You like him like a woman likes a man, not like a subordinate it's boss!..

"…."

What?..

It's useless.

What is useless?

Talking to you. Because you is me an me is you… Wait, I meant I'm is I, because we are the one person!..

Really now?.. You're crazy Jill, you know that, right?..

At least I'm not stupid like you!

Oh but we are the same person so you are both stupid and crazy *LOL*

What the…

- Miss Valentine, are you okay?..

- What!? Who!? Me!? I'm perfectly fine, feeling like Chris after a hangover! – Jill blurted out snapping out of her daze immediately, not even thinking what she was saying and to whom. The light chuckle could be heard and she saw the sunglasses of the one and only Albert Wesker staring at her. She felt a predator heat appear on her cheeks and neck and decided to break the eye contact with him. Or should it better be said the eyes-shades contact?..

- I do believe that Chris's hangover is one hell of a thing. – She heard him say quietly. Chris who accidentally happened to eavesdrop their conversation gave a loud "Hey!" and was immediately killed by Forest. Redfield shot Jill and Wesker a "death glare" and then returned to his game, swearing.

- Yeah… Saw it once. The experience as well as the impression were unforgettable. I remember that he sang the old pirate songs, yelled "yo-ho-ho" loudly, reminding of the worst Santa or a pirate ever, and I had nearly to carry him home right on mu weak back! And I can tell you he is heavy. After we got to his apartment, he puked near the elevator and fell asleep on a carpet near his door. Remarkable, eh?.. Luckily Claire was there so she helped me drag him in. I went home and rubbed myself with a bast wisp so furiously, that you could think that I was trying to graze my skin. – She said grinning. – And I'm not sure if I felt clean enough after that. – she laughed. Chris gave another yelp of protest and was assassinated once again, this time by Joseph.

- If you won't stop telling Wesker about the details of my private life, I swear I'll get up and kick your ass, despite you being a girl! - Chris growled, turning a little to her.

- Try to shoot Forest first, sucker. – said Jill coolly.

- Ouch! Couldn't you be a little more sincere?! – Chris asked angrily as he was trying to shoot Joseph in the head, miserably failing though.

- Could you not smoke for at least two days? – mocked Jill.

- No.

- Same here. So shut the fuck up and try running a little bit to the left, and then hide by the crates. Then shoot.

Desperate, Chris did as she said and then…

- Yahoo, I killed Forest! I actually killed Forest! – he shouted, throwing a fist into the air.

But his screen nevertheless flashed "Game Over".

- What the fuck!? – yelled Redfield, shaking his keyboard.

- Dude, you forgot about Frost here. It was my revenge for a friend! – Joseph high-fived Forest as Chris growled, bumping his head on the table.

- Oh, Jill, and next time you'll feel as dirty as then you can always call your captain to come over and help you. – Wesker smirked and returned to his work, fixing his sunglasses.

- Why thank you sir. – Replied Jill politely and returned to her book. But then she realized what Wesker had said (and what she answered) and she put her book aside with a loud "blam", rushing out of office as crimson as a tomato, not looking at anyone.

- Bathroom break! – she managed to yell before disappearing. Wesker grinned and quietly chuckled, his trademark "pure evil Wesker" chuckle that made all R.P.D. women sight and all men "hmph", boiling in jealousy and respect they no matter what had for him.

Nobody else seemed to notice Jills disappear and Weskers evil grin. Only Chris looked puzzled at Jills suddenly empty desk and than at Wesker. After doing that, he was immediately killed. Again.

- That is what you get for being so dissipated, Redfield. Oh, and I suggest that next time you throw a grenade first, then roll to the safe place, and while doing that give a short gun bust.

Chris automatically did what he was told to and was rewarded by Josephs and Forests angry grunts.

- Why are you and Jill not playing Counter Strike then if you're so clever?.. – he muttered under his breath after murmuring a "thanks".

Wesker fixed his shades in the "I-know-everything" manner, smirking, recoiling in his chair a little bit back.

- That's because all advanced gamers are playing Call of Duty 4, Chris. And noobs like you still play the Counter Strike and online shit like Lineage.

- Hey, Lineage is not shit!..

- Whatever you say, Chris, whatever you say. Try playing at least Clock tower for the beginning, and then we'll see. – Wesker mocked, turning on his computer.

There was silence for several seconds, and only gunshots from the game could be heard. And then again Chris's yelp of anger followed:

- Fuck! Those bastards killed me again!..

Whatever. – Wesker said rolling his eyes (which couldn't be seen behind his shades though) and started the Silent Hill 2 game. He had to kill some time.

And some monsters by the hands of the poor James Sunderland, wandering the empty streets of the deserted little town. Wesker liked the plot in this game. And he clearly enjoyed Sunderland's suffering. And his favorite ending was "In water".

And Pyramid Head was surely one of his favorite monsters and his idol.


Wow, chapter three is up ^ ^ God I'm so cliche... .

Stardust 4, thanks again for the reviews =*

Hey, people, why are there no reviews!? Am I writing such a crap!? Could you at least tell me that then!?

I'm really trying to think something not cliche. It is hard, because I've already read so many fics here and my imagination is a retard and a lazy ass and always wants to find different ways to give me cliche ideas LOL

Update as soon as possible ^ ^