Author Notes- Thank you to those supporting me. As for the flamer, I apologize for the rudeness. I'm grateful for the reviews I've received, I did not expect even one for this pairing. As for the Sherry request…I'll see what I can do. I'm also glad for members liking my penname. CoD Modern Warfare 2.

Once more, thanks for the reviews and support.

Chapter III

"When Tomorrow Comes…"

July 11th, 2012/ 2:21 A.M

Location- BSAA South American Headquarters: Carlos Oliveira's Personal Room

-Sheva Alomar-

Josh gently chuckled as he walked past Sheva, but not without placing a hand on her right shoulder. She returned his smile with her own.

Sheva stepped inside Carlos' room and closed the door behind her. She pressed her back against it and bent her head as her fingers went intertwined behind the waist. "I heard every word of your conversation with Josh…"

Carlos swallowed nervously and gave a shaky chuckle while rubbing the back of his chestnut colored hair. "Well, um…I uh…" He cleared his throat and attempted once more. "What I was…um…trying to say…is um uh--

Sheva gripped her right hand with her stomach and truly laughed. She began to walk over to him, and just that made the blush blossom over his bronze cheeks. She stopped when only mere inches away from him, his back against the window. However, Sheva kept her head down. "Did you mean those words, Carlos?"

Now composed, Carlos gazed down at the top of her head, once again his right hand flinched in wanting to cup her chin and raise her head just as he wanted to back in the forest. At any rate, Carlos replied. "I meant every word. Does it surprise you?" He asked in just a whisper.

Sheva shook her head for an answer. Her right hand rising to hug her left arm, another shy habit of hers. "It's just no one ever said those things about me, and I mean no one. They praised my killing abilities, my close combat skills and the agility I possess, but never have I heard those words." She raised her head, and that little movement resulted in their lips grazing.

Amazingly, not one shied away. Carlos and Sheva were now gazing into each others half-closed eyes in a distance lovers share. Unexpectedly, Sheva lifted her right fingers up to run along the small scar she inflicted over Carlos' lower lip. "I apologize for doing such a thing to you…"

He shook his head with a little chuckle. "Don't be. I deserved it." Carlos turned his head to the left and stared at the ground. He grabbed her hand that went on in touching his scar and the bruise surrounding it…only to lower her hand away from him. "We have a long day ahead of us, Sheva. You should get some rest…" Similar words Chris said to Jill.

Sheva backed down with one step. "Is something the matter?"

"No." His mind still dwelling on Josh's furious words about laying a finger on her even though he apologized to him. "It's like I said…we have a long day ahead of us."

"Yes. You're right." She gave a lopsided smile. "Goodnight, Carlos." She turned and headed for the door, stopping mid-way through to take one last look at Carlos. "Your story…" He turned to look at her. "…thank you…for not hurting my parents. I'm grateful that you tried your best to save them…it means everything to me. It does not bring closure, but it's a start…"

Carlos closed his eyes, that night still haunting him. "Sheva…"She chuckled in her usual manner of keeping their lifts up.

Shocked, Carlos exposed his vision to see Sheva now hugging her stomach in letting out a full laugh, just as she did when entering his room.

Her laugh faded, but kept her bright smile. "You worry too much for me when you should not have to. Did Josh or anyone else inform you? I'm the great Sheva Alomar, the West African operative who assisted Chris Redfield in defeating Albert Wesker and saving the world from complete destruction. I'm no ordinary woman…" She completed her words with a smirk and closed the door after her departure.


-Carlos Oliveira-

"No…" Carlos smiled. "You are no ordinary woman. You're Sheva Alomar. Beautiful and deadly." He sighed the ending part out, wondering how he did not have the courage to say this while in her company. "God, I really do need to polish up my flirting skills. I never been so… intimidated before."

Carlos took a few steps to reach his bed, where he threw his back on top of it, staring up to the ceiling yet again. Sheva's face never leaving his mind as he dozed off…


July 11th, 2012/ 9:12 A.M

Location- BSAA South American Headquarters: Helipad

-Sheva Alomar-

Following the few hours of rest for the group, Sheva stepped up the staircase to arrive at the helipad, her vision catching Josh starting up the helicopter, while Chris and Jill were just climbing inside the back. It was time for their leave…

"Are you three trying to leave without saying a goodbye?" Sheva gained the attention of her friends during the whirring of the propellers.

Chris and Jill rotated around within the back and presented a small laugh for the smirking Sheva, as did Josh from the pilot seat. He stepped out to approach Sheva, laying his hands on her shoulders when he reached her. "Your first mission without any of us. How does it feel?!" Josh asked loudly due to the noise of the propellers.

She settled her right hand over Josh's left. "It is unusual, but…" Suddenly she felt saddened and lowered her head causing her bangs to obscure her eyes.

"This is not goodbye, Sheva!" She heard Chris' shout.

Sheva slightly smiled and gazed past Josh to see Chris and Jill with humble smiles of their own. However, Jill leapt out and walked to her West African comrades. Josh stood aside and saw along with Chris watching Jill give Sheva a comforting hug, and Sheva returned it.

Jill released her, having her hands on Sheva's shoulders just like Josh did. "Sheva, please, take care of yourself!"

"Of course, Jill. You know I can handle any obstacle!" Sheva said with confidence.

Jill only laughed in thinking of one major obstacle. "All I can say to you, Sheva, is that working with Carlos will test your limits! If he annoys you to the brink of insanity, do not hesitate in giving him a smack!" Another laugh shared between the women.

Chris also arrived at Sheva's side. "Before we leave, make sure to tell Carlos that I provided a few good friends to help the both of you out!" She blinked her eyes at this. "They should be arriving in a few hours!"

"Do I know these friends, Chris?!" Sheva asked.

Chris responded with the shake of his head, but a smile nonetheless. "One you know well, and you will know one of the others when he introduces himself to you and Carlos!"

"Very well!" Sheva left it there for Josh to come in.

"Alright then. Sheva…?"

"Yes, Josh…?"

"Good luck on your mission." He saluted her, as did Chris and Jill behind him, all saluting their comrade and importantly their friend.

Sheva gave a firm nod. She saluted with a firm stance, her right hand rising above her eyes and her legs coming together.

Now at ease, Chris and Jill headed back inside the passenger compartment. Josh was on his back to the pilot seat, but something he just realized popped into his head. He faced Sheva for his answer. "Where is Carlos? I thought he would be with you…"

That trademark smirk of Sheva's appeared. "Oh? And what makes you think he would be with me, Josh? Am I his mate all of a sudden now? Do I need to be with Carlos every moment, is that what you are implying, Josh?! " She began to approach him in a strict manner, but jokingly.

Josh, though, did not see through Sheva's joke and took it careful as he began to back away with his hands waving in front of him. "I..I did not mean any such thing, Sheva! It's just--

Having enough containment of her laughter, Sheva let it out to shock Josh Stone. Sheva reached up to softly pinch his right cheek while he was still stunned. "It is so cute when you become frighten like that."

Sighing, Josh grabbed her hand away from pinching his cheek and placed a small kiss over it. "I must say, nothing is more dangerous than a furious Sheva." They chuckled at the comment.

Sheva brought her hand to lay at her side. "About Carlos, he is still resting…believe or not."

Josh couldn't resist in avenging her little joke with one of his. "Hmm, he's still asleep you say? I told Carlos for the two of you to have fun, but I did not mean in that particular fashion! You must have tired him out tremendously!"

"JOSH!!" Sheva's face instantly went flushed.


July 11th, 2012/ 9:21 A.M

Location- BSAA South American Headquarters: Carlos Oliveira's Personal Room

-Carlos Oliveira-

Oversleeping was one of Carlos' traits, and Sheva had now found out when entering his room. She had enough after her fifth knock on the door went unanswered.

Her gaze settled upon the snoring Carlos, sleeping on his stomach with his left foot and arm dangling off the bed, the bed sheet covering his lower back. She smiled at the childish sight even as she sat on the edge of the bed.

Sheva leant forward where her body was right over his exposed upper back. Her right hand finding his shoulder as her left brushed some of his messy chestnut hair away from his face. "Carlos…" She said soothingly. "…it is time to get this mission underway…"

Just then, Carlos lifted the sheet to cover his face. "I don't want to go!"

Sheva stood up with hands on her hips. "Carlos Oliveira, if you do not wake up this instant, you will suffer the consequences!"

Carlos slightly lowered the sheet just enough for his eyes to peek out at her, she was serious. She couldn't see it, but he swallowed a lump filled of fear. "But…I only got seven hours of sleep! Let's reschedule it for tomorrow or something!"

"Three…" Carlos cringed at her countdown.

"You wouldn't…"

"Two…"

"Please, Sheva…"

"One…"

Carlos lifted up the sheet to cover his entire body, ready for any punishment…but it never came. He heard the sound of his personal bathroom door open then close. His faucet turned on from within, and next came the sound of running water splashing into…a bucket. "Oh no!!"

The bathroom slightly opened. Sheva used the tip of her right boot to swing the rest of the door open, letting Carlos to see her holding a blue bucket with two hands. "Now, since we are late for our mission, it seems you will have to skip the showering part."

Carlos quickly sat up, his back against the head of the bed. "See, I'm up now." Carlos gave a stretching of his arms and legs while looking out the window at the south american sun. "Rise and shine, eh, Sheva? It's such a beautiful morning. How about we take a walk together like we did last night?" Carlos concluded cheerfully, trying to save his own hide.

His plan did not work to it's potential. Sheva smirked and hurled the water to splash across Carlos' face and body. He was sent back, flinging his arms carelessly in the air as he fell off the other side of the bed, coughing and groaning in hitting the ground.

Sheva threw the bucket aside and dusted her hands off. "That was not so difficult, now was it, Carlos?" She sat on the edge of the bed, keeping away from the water stains.

After the crossing of her legs, Carlos jolted up onto his feet, pointing his index finger at her with beads of water dripping off his hair, face and body. "That was hot water!! Use cold next time!!"

Laughing, Sheva shifted her gaze onto him. Her laughter quickly ceased at the startling sight to which Carlos was still unaware of. "What is it now, Sheva?" He crossed his arms…

Sheva only blushed furiously and looked away. She stuck out her finger and pointed to Carlos' exposed lower body. With the clearing of her throat, Carlos got the gist of it and peeked down. "OH, GOD!!" He immediately bent down to lift up the wet sheets to cover his lower area.

Sheva did as before in wrapping her arms around her stomach in full laughter. She heard an annoying grunt sound out from Carlos' direction as he walked past her. Looking on, Sheva caught a glimpse of his backside through the wet sheet. "Sexy butt you have there, Carlos…"

Carlos stiffened and blushed harder than he ever did in his life. He grabbed the bucket that was thrown by Sheva and used it to cover up his rear. "Now, if you'll excuse me, Sheva Alomar" She chuckled. "I have to take a decent shower."


July 11th, 2012/ 10:43 A.M

Location- BSAA South American Headquarters: Helipad

-Sheva Alomar-

The shower was long and gone. During the hour that had passed, Sheva and Carlos spent it by having their first breakfast together within the seclusion in Carlos' room. In that get together, the two chatted about their favorite hobbies, favorite weapons to handle, music, food and finally…getting to the point of exchanging cell phone numbers.

The pair now stood together on the helipad. Remarkably, but not surprising, both had the same stance. Their arms crossed with firm expressions as their eyes caught not one, but three sleek black helicopters that could belong only to the United States government.

Sheva and Carlos backed away with their arms serving as a barrier against the developing gusts of the propellers during the landing of each helicopter. When they landed, and the precautions executed that came along with it, the compartment door slid open, and out leapt a man with pale blond hair wearing a brown bomber jacket, navy blue crew shirt and blue cargo pants. Behind him was a woman with glasses, wearing a knee-high black skirt and a white blouse. Her hair wrapped into a bun.

The other two helicopters followed the landing procedures, and Carlos had to compliment on the theatrics, resting his Assault rifle against his right shoulder as he did. "Oh, man. We have a virus problem, not a drug cartel problem."

He received a playful gut-check from Sheva's right elbow. "Ow…" Carlos rubbed the spot.

The smiling Sheva shifted her focus on the pair approaching them. The agent and his female analyst. "I think that's the person Chris was referring to. Our 'help', as he put it." Sheva sighed in the ending. "I know Chris is just helping, but I'm sure we can handle this ourselves."

Her head lowered just an inch, and Carlos' left hand came to settle over her right shoulder. Sheva turned her head up at him. "It won't hurt to have a little help, Sheva." She smiled a bright one. "Come on. Let's introduce ourselves." He released her shoulder as she nodded.

But before they took a step, multiple US soldiers exited from the two other helicopters carrying medical equipment, electronic equipment and other helpful tools to assist them. They marched past Sheva and Carlos carrying the objects in perfect coordination inside the headquarters.

The pair rotated around to see the scene, however, a male's voice gained their attention. "Sheva Alomar? Carlos Oliveira, are you the ones?"


-Leon S. Kennedy-

Their eyes settled on the agent removing his jacket and slinging it over his left shoulder. His right hand extended out for them. "Kennedy. Leon S. Kennedy here to assist you." Carlos shook his hand followed by Sheva, who's mind struggled to remember that surname.

"As for your question, yes we are the ones." Carlos confirmed their identities.

Next, Leon signaled his hand over to the woman beside him adjusting her glasses. "This is Ingrid Hunnigan. She has been with me since the beginning of my career, but for this mission she'll be assisting the both of you."

Ingrid presented a smile of her own to the pair. "As Leon pointed out, I've been with him from the very beginning, but I'm sure you two can give me a mission where surprises do not suddenly manifest from completely out of nowhere." Her comment aimed at the cool agent.

Carlos and Sheva smirked at Leon running his hand through his blond hair. He sighed. "My dear, Hunnigan. How am I to blame for those things? They…randomly come to me."

Ingrid sighed herself, grinning at a certain thing. "Sure, Leon. Just like how that Asian spy suddenly keeps appearing. Would you call that a random thing?"

It was a friendly dispute between the two, but new to it were Sheva and Carlos, both eyeing each other from their peripherals. Carlos took a step forward and cleared his throat. "Um, do you two want to be left alone? Because Sheva and I can--

"Oh, no." Ingrid had cut him off with a kind chuckle. "Please, do not mind us. We're like this…all the time, aren't we Leon?" She asked while walking past Carlos and Sheva, not sticking around to wait for Leon's answer. The three watched Ingrid enter the headquarters.

"I should advised you two that when she's angry…well…she's just angry." Leon explained as he cupped his chin.

Carlos gave a sarcastic whistle. "I agree."

"Shouldn't we proceed to more important things, gentlemen?" Sheva demonstrated her leadership.

Now back to business, Leon sent a firm nod to Sheva, but gave a glimpse up to the burning sun. "Before we get started…" Leon began in glancing back to Carlos. "…please, lead the way to a area where we can discuss our situation. This sun has been cooking me all day long…"

Carlos gently laughed at the american not use to the heat. "Yeah, come this way."

Sheva stood in place and watched the men chatting as they headed off. Her gaze burning into the back of Leon's. "Kennedy…that name…"


July 11th, 2012/ 11:02 A.M

Location- BSAA South American Headquarters: Carlos Oliveira's Personal Room

-Sheva Alomar-

"So, what do you think, Carlos?" Sheva asked from her position on the edge of Carlos' bed, her hands resting on her knees as her eyes stared down at the edge of her boots.

Carlos was standing by the large window. He was taking in the US soldiers setting up four green canopies outside within the favela. One had a large red-cross insignia atop of it, and the other tents were merely blanked. The medical assistants gathered up the ill men, women and children inside the medical tent to secure any ongoing symptoms. Carlos smiled at the kindness Leon illustrated for an agent.

"I don't know what to think in seeing all of this, Sheva. But they are here to help." Carlos finally gave her his focus. He took a few steps and joined her right side on the bed. "My problem here is that we have yet to even begin the mission…it's taking longer to get this thing going than it is to plan it."

Sheva agreed with his words, but her mind was in fear. She closed her eyes…thinking when she finally remembered Leon's last name. It was her mission together with Chris in Africa…the only words she could faintly recall were uttered from Chris. They were… "…from the Kennedy report…"

Sheva's eyes snapped opened. "Las plagas…"

Carlos blinked in hearing Sheva speak his language. "You know Spanish? Sexy…"

Sheva rubbed the spot between her eyes with her left hand, but smiled. "No, I do not know Spanish, Carlos." The rubbing halted as did her smile. "But what I do know is that this mission could be bigger than what we expected it to be. As you saw for yourself outside with the cavalry…not only that, but it's the US government. They are not very fond of the BSAA and now they are helping…just like that?"

"…" Carlos stayed silent in watching Sheva shaking her head.

"Something does not feel right. Our relations with Tricell are no longer there. The BSAA funds are dwindling to nothing. The equipment brought here, both electronic and medical exceeds that of a normal BSAA setup. The cost for such things are…are ridiculous, and now we can just afford it?! In Africa, Chris and I never had these many resources! Only one helicopter gun-ship! We have three!" Sheva entwined her fingers in a furious grip.

"Maybe…they're just being careful this time, Sheva." Carlos softly spoke, attempting to get his gaze past her bangs, and was successful in doing so when he spotted her eyes closed.

"Perhaps they are. But…I…I do not want the BSAA or the government to…use your homeland as they see fit, Carlos. They see it…as wasted money, a wasted BSAA branch that does nothing." Sheva bit down on her lower lip while her entwined fingers released themselves to grasp her knees. "This place…it's reminds me of my home. It is so much like mine. Suffering everywhere…guns everywhere and everything else that should not be in this world! And I fear what Thiago said about this place becoming another Raccoon City. What if we fail and the government decides to eradicate this part of the region?!"

Carlos switched his gaze to her trembling shoulders, wanting so much to caress them and offer his comfort.

But he was oblivious to the fact that Sheva was waiting for it. Abruptly, she felt the unbinding of her ponytail, resulting in her hair to drape just across her neck. Blushing, she unveiled her shocked dark hues to the calm ones of Carlos' on her right side.

"You look even better with your hair down…" Carlos spoke softly. However, his own idea had put him in Sheva's clutches…he couldn't glance away at seeing how beautiful she was. Sheva only added to that in expressing a affectionate smile. Carlos looked away instantly to the side, placing her tribal hair-band over her lap.

Sheva's sadness returned as Carlos stood up and headed back to the window, heading back into his own little shell. "About your worries, Sheva. There's nothing we could do except do our job, and get the hell to safety once we're done. We can't fail. We won't fail..."

Sheva shook her head, producing her hair to move slowly side to side. Her hands fiddling with her hair-band set over her lap. "Nothing is so sure, Carlos. I-I have never been this frightened for any mission throughout my career. I know what I was putting myself into when I accepted to help you on this mission, but…the outcome of it can determine the fates of thousands of lives. Even our own…I do not want anything wrong to happen to y-…us…"

Hearing his footsteps, she assumed he would sit by her side to join her like before, but Carlos knelt in front of her. Sheva opened her eyes and spotted the tiny smirk over Carlos' lips…it made her smile. "What…? Sheva asked with a small chuckle.

"You and Chris saved the entire world. And this mission frightens you? Aren't you the great Sheva Alomar?" She smirked at this point, and Carlos slammed his left fist into his right palm in a cool gesture. "There we are! That's the smirk only Sheva could provide!"

He and Sheva shared another laugh that were already piled up of many other occasions, save for Carlos' right gloved hand arriving to touch Sheva's left cheek. She went completely still at the touch, her lips shuddered when Carlos tucked a few strands behind her ear. Their eyes locked on. "Carlos,…I…"

"About our lives, Sheva. I gave Josh my word that nothing will harm you…and I meant those words just as I answered when you'd asked before." His words coming in a soothing fashion to her. He did not expect for Sheva to lay her hand over his, keeping it over her cheek.

"Do not expect me to return alone…" Sheva's shook her head emotionally, desperately now hanging onto Carlos' hand, who was taken back at her sudden cries. He spotted sadness in her eyes but yet also determination and willpower to get things right. "Now, promise me, Carlos. That we'll both make it alive…we'll both return back."

Carlos stood up while leaning forward just a bit. The hand she continued to hold was now tracing it's thumb across her upper cheek. "How about a deal, Sheva?" She was already smiling again. "If I keep the promise then, you'll go on a date with me, deal?"

Sheva nodded with teary eyes, she lowered their entwined hands to her lap. "Absolutely. It's a deal, Carlos, but please…still promise me that you will not do anything foolish to endanger your life to save mine. I can handle my own…I know how to fight and protect myself. There will be no need for you to spend time on me. If you want your deal to stay intact, then you have to promise me…"

Carlos sighed, but smiled either way. "I promise, Sheva. It's just I was hoping to have the chance to display my hero acts in saving you, but…I guess that won't be happening." He laughed while rubbing the back of his head with his free hand.

Surprisingly, the silent Sheva lunged forward and wrapped both her arms around his neck, sending the both of them onto the floor. "Sheva…" His hands lowering little by little to touch her back.

No reply, she kept her head buried against his chest. Minutes later, he still had yet to move…while Sheva fell into slumber from the lack of sleep.

Carlos smiled and bent his head down to where his lips were only inches away from her left ear. He whispered… "We'll both make it back, Sheva…I promise…"

He adjusted her into his arms and stood up. Carlos moved to the side of his bed to lay her sleeping body to rest over it. She shifted around in her sleep, sinking the left side of her face into the pillow, shortly after that arrived her right hand to grasp the bed sheets lightly between her half-gloved fingers.

The former mercenary placed Sheva's hair-band on the side drawer, after doing so, Carlos headed to the curtains and slid them shut, blocking the rays of the sun to preserve Sheva's rest. With that done, he decided to leave and head to regroup with Leon, but when he reached the door…

"Carlos…" Sheva lightly spoke his name in her sleep.

He closed his eyes before leaving. "Sleep well, Sheva…"


July 11th, 2012/ 12:21 P.M

Location- BSAA South American Headquarters: Operations Center

-Leon S. Kennedy-

He was grateful for the operations center to be positioned under a massive tent outdoors, but the heat had yet to stop. And so, Leon had to once again remove his jacket, having it slung over his shoulder. He stuck with it though, and sat himself over the main table set on the dirt terrain, but was still a perfect balance. In front of him were four other analysts, each one typing on their own computer panel while Ingrid took the reigns of the team.

Leon took a swipe of his perspiring forehead by using his right forearm, he peeked down at it and saw the moisture. "God, it's hot…" He took a deep breath and grabbed his water bottle to his right side and twisted the cap open. During the drink, he groaned at the warm water.

A tap occurred on his right shoulder, he peeked in that direction and saw Ingrid handing him a new cold water bottle. She sighed. "Isn't this going to be your fifth one, Leon?"

"My savior…" Leon threw the old bottle aside and opened the new one, taking a long drink and multiple gulps till it was halfway done. He gave a satisfying sound as he returned back to Ingrid's question. "Yeah, it's my fifth one. By the way, how come the heat doesn't get to you?"

Ingrid walked behind the main table Leon was currently sitting upon and pulled out a chair to take a seat at her station. She brought her eyes just a bit above of the computer panel. "The heat doesn't bother me because I'm from the west coast." She began typing away.

Now interested, Leon moved himself off the table and pulled out a chair to sit on. He positioned it beside the working Ingrid Hunnigan. Leon sat on the chair backwards with his arms crossed atop of it. "From the west coast? I didn't know that."

Ingrid reached to her left to grasp the handle of her white coffee mug. She raised it to her lips prior to speaking. "You never asked…" She took her small drink.

"Well, how about what state?" Leon asked, taking a drink of his water bottle…another large drink.

Ingrid sent him a sweet smile as she set her mug down. "That's highly classified, Leon. You know that." Leon groaned, placing his sweaty forehead against his crossed arms. Ingrid then became serious. "Anyway, where are the two we're going to be working with? Sheva and Carlos."

Leon lifted his head and also got back to work. "After we briefed each other, Carlos and Sheva wanted to talk things out between them. And here I was thinking she liked Chris…" He laughed quietly to himself.

"Hm, Carlos and Sheva sound like quite a pair. When I saw them together it just seemed like a perfect fit. They give off the same exact atmosphere Chris and Jill do." Ingrid never missed a beat in typing as she chatted with Leon.

"What makes you say that?" Leon gained Ingrid's attention, her typing coming to a halt. "Chris has paired up with her countless times, as did Josh and Jill. Don't get me wrong, I do hope you're right, but Chris let me know ahead of time that this will be their first time together. Anything could happen, Hunnigan."

Ingrid slowly returned back to work, a bit saddened by Leon's words. "It sounds like you don't have a lot of confidence in them, Leon."

He shook his head. "No, you're wrong. I do have confidence in them. It's just we have to see how all this unfolds. Truthfully, I'm more concerned about how the government had no problem whatsoever to lend us all these things."

"I'm in complete agreement with you on that." Ingrid looked around at the resources.

She and Leon gazed over to the large medical tent and barely saw the familiar face walking towards them. A woman with short brown hair, wearing a long white BSAA medical lab coat with the red-cross emblem on the back. The woman kept the coat open for the heat, it revealed her green shirt paired up with a white bulletproof vest and green pants.

She entered their operations center by swiping the cloth of the tent more aside. The cloth fell half closed behind her as she approached Leon and Ingrid. "The citizens in this area are clear. There seems to be no virus or disease. But you know well as I do that we must inspect other areas. Regardless of that, from what I learned during my brief time here…something is definitely going on. "

Leon stood up from the chair and approached her. "You usually don't say those type of things, Medical Genius Rebecca Chambers."


-Rebecca Chambers-

She smiled slightly at the title. "Thanks, Leon. Anyway, I couldn't resist the urge to ask a few questions about what's been happening around here, and you wouldn't believe the type of people who provided valuable information."

Ingrid eased back in her chair. "And who might these 'people' be?

Rebecca brought her hands together in a clap. "Children!" Leon and Ingrid gave an awkward look to one another.

Rebecca went on with crossed arms. "To let you two know that I'm serious, each child spoke of how their parents would often head for 'work' late at night. The interesting part is that this 'workplace' is located high up, dwelling inside the forest near that gigantic statue."

"Yeah, it sounds like valuable information, but look at it's source…" Leon glanced to the happy children running around outside between the tents. "…we can't rely on rumors from children. How did you even communicate with them?"

Rebecca huffed. "I studied Portuguese, not only that but many other languages as well." Leon was amazed.

Ingrid crossed her legs while taking another sip of her coffee. "Why can't we take Rebecca's information serious? But yet we can rely on rumors from a certain spy." Leon ran a hand down his face at that comment. "Though I guess every male out there doesn't go through the constant struggle of having women all over them like Leon has it, do they, Rebecca?"

Rebecca softly covered her chuckle at the scuffle between the agent and his trusty analyst.

"Sorry I'm late everyone…" Leon, Ingrid and Rebecca turned to see Carlos entering the center.


-Carlos Oliveira-

He was alone, and everyone took notice of the fact except for Rebecca. First to inquire about it was Ingrid. "No need to apologize, but where's Sheva?"

Prior to answering, Carlos closed his eyes, remembering what he shared and expressed with Sheva before leaving for here. Mostly, he remembered how exhausted she was at the end of their chat.

"Carlos?" Leon attempted next..

"Sheva is resting." Carlos softly but swiftly answered. " She barely got any sleep. She also had to wake up early to see Chris and the others off. I will relay everything to her once she's awake."

"You two really have a strong bond." Ingrid smirked at the flushed Carlos, then glanced to Leon. "Told you they're great pair with so little time together"

The agent sent a grin at the analyst before turning a serious gaze at the former mercenary. "In any case. Carlos, there is someone you should meet, and that someone is Rebecca Chambers, medical chief executive of the north american BSAA."

Carlos felt two pokes over his left shoulder. He responded to it and was soon met with the green hues of the good-natured medical genius. "It's nice to meet you, Carlos. I'm Rebecca Chambers."

A smile appeared for her kindness. "It's nice to meet you as well, Rebecca."

Both shook hands. "Jill told me to be aware of you and Sheva, but I didn't expect for the relationship to blossom right away." Rebecca joined in the teasing.

Ingrid grinned. Leon felt for him and placed a few taps against Carlos' back. "Come on, ladies. Give Carlos a break. We should be getting down to the task at hand."

Carlos gave a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Leon. But before we continue…" He turned his attention back to Rebecca. "Medical Chief, right?"

Rebecca presented a tiring chuckle, either way she still smiled. "Please. Just call me Rebecca. I can't stand the title."

"I apologize." Carlos commenced softly. "But are you the one responsible for setting up the medical center? The massive tent with the red cross outside."

"Yes. I suggested to Chris the idea of letting me go and check things out for myself around here. He agreed to it, but never had I assumed that the government would offer me the equipment and the personnel to return things back to the way it was around here." Rebecca small smile faded. "Yet, it is us, the BSAA's fault that it has become what it is today. We turned a blind-eye to this place for years."

She observed Carlos glancing away. "As much anger I hold for the BSAA in not assisting one of their own branches is not right. It was selfish of me to think we were the only part of this world suffering." He fixed his gaze back onto Rebecca's. "And the one person who taught me this was Sheva. Never did she complain, she did the opposite and joined the BSAA to change her homeland with her own hands. In saying that, Rebecca, I'm grateful for your assistance. I know there must be places you have to be around the world, and again I thank you for helping us."

Rebecca's smile returned. "Don't be. I did it on my own accord. And back to Sheva, she is definitely strong. However, it's odd how she allowed you to be so close to her."

Carlos raised his left brow, so did Leon. Ingrid leant her elbow on the table and placed her chin over her palm while looking curiously to Rebecca. "Allow? What do you mean by that?"

"How did we get back onto this topic, ladies?" Ingrid, Rebecca and even Carlos chuckled together at Leon's comment. He shook his head and sent Carlos a determined gaze. "Are we ready to begin?"

"Yeah. What should we start out with?" Carlos crossed his arms as he followed Leon to the table Ingrid was occupying, Rebecca also followed.

They took in Leon reaching down under the table to pull out a map that was contained inside a brown box. Shortly after, he placed it on the table and unrolled it to spread out across them. It displayed the entire south america region.

"Leads." Leon got straight to the point, his eyes analyzing the map. Carlos leant forward to see for himself. Rebecca did as well from Leon's right side. "With the information I received from Chris is that you joined the BSAA two months ago, right?"

Carlos moved his gaze from the map to Leon. "Right."

"Can you point out some hotspots?" Not receiving a answer, the agent turned his head to see Carlos scratching his head with a nervous smile.

"We…don't know."

Leon rolled up the map and positioned it under his right arm. "I guess we're going to have to search all over this area. Which I don't mind of course. I've been itching to have some action." A cocky smile appeared.

Ingrid stopped her typing and glanced up to Leon. "Why not take Rebecca's lead?"

Carlos and Leon watched Rebecca light up cheerfully. "What would that lead be, Rebecca?" Carlos asked.

"A factory located dwelling inside the forest high up in the mountain. The children I treated so far often say their parents head up there to work during the night. Y'know, the mountain with the statue?" Rebecca explained with her usual cheerful attitude.

"Yes." Carlos sighed softly. "But it means nothing. That factory has not been functioning for years. Not only that, but we've already searched those parts."

She stepped forward. "I assure you, Carlos. Please, look again. With the resources we have now, it wouldn't hurt to use one of those helicopters to search the area." Carlos gave it a thought, and she was right.

Though, Leon came in before Carlos could give an answer. "Rebecca, you might see it as things we could just use as we want, but in all honesty, we can't."

"And why not?!" Rebecca exclaimed with hands on her hips.

Leon cooly brushed away a few pale blond strands of his hair. "Every drop of oil, each time we start up a helicopter and each time we refill it costs the taxpayers dramatically. We have to plan before acting and not waste a single trip."

"You're…right, Leon." Rebecca lowered her head in defeat. She turned in the direction of the entrance, her ears enjoying the giggles and laughter of children outside. "…though something inside tells me that these kids would not lie or even making up such a thing like that."

Carlos altered his gaze to Leon, giving his own cocky smile to the agent. "Let's take one last look up there."

Rebecca lit up at the proposal, grabbing onto Leon's left arm and started to tug it. "Come on! Let's go, Mr. Agent! Then you will see with your own eyes that the children were right!!"

Leon sent a glare at Ingrid then to Carlos. "This is both your fault!" He was then tugged even harder out of the operation's center.


July 11th, 2012/ 9:54 P.M

Location- BSAA South American Headquarters: Carlos Oliveira's Personal Room

-Sheva Alomar-

It was now late at night, and Sheva had yet to break her rest. From time to time, she tossed and turned, pulling up Carlos' bed sheets to cover more of her body. The cool wind of the starry night continued to breeze inside through the floor-to-ceiling window where the curtains at the edges fluttered with each gust.

Despite the cold air, Sheva's rest prolonged until her mind dreamt of the mission with Carlos…a dream that switched to a nightmare….

A tyrant she had trouble of putting together appeared in her nightmare. She and Carlos were running for their lives away from the fiend within a factory unknown to Sheva. In spite of it being a nightmare, Sheva vividly felt the burning of her thigh muscles, her lungs pumping with every inch of air she could take in.

They were on their way up a metal ladder, and out of the blue felt herself miss a step, resulting in a long fall of her back landing harshly against the circular metal platform. Her eyes blurred up at the shouting and concerned Carlos…the tyrant only a few feet away from her position.

"Sheva?! Sheva!!" She heard his ongoing cries, but her body refused to cooperate.

Sheva yelped when just trying to arch her back. She turned her head to look over her shoulder…and there it was, the tyrant so towering that it's shadow dimmed over Sheva's body.

Her eyes were in anger, but trembling in fear. The burning moisture was next to appear in her eyes as she watched the tyrant move it's right claw in preparation to finish her off.

However, it's target was Sheva Alomar, and she demonstrated her toughness and perseverance by grasping her combat knife, lunging upward to attack it's head. Unfortunately, Sheva was countered by the left hand of the tyrant's coming to grasp her neck, her knife clattering onto the surface.

She was off her feet, her legs swinging in every direction as she was trying to rip herself away. "Cover your eyes, Sheva!!" Hearing Carlos' voice warmed her heart. She did as advised, quickly shutting her eyes.

Behind all the background noise of the factory and the tyrant's growls, was a faint sound of a grenade rattling across metal platform. It exploded to expose a strong blinding flash to the area, strong enough to cause the monster to release Sheva and grasp it's eyes in pain.

Sheva fell back onto floor with small contact, raising her head as quick as she could to spot Carlos standing in front of her. His assault rifle aimed at the recovering tyrant. "Go, Sheva!" Her eyes widened. "Leave while I distract this freak!"

"Carlos…?" Sheva whispered.

The tyrant rushed forward, directly aiming it's massive claw for Carlos, who flicked the switch of his weapon to fully automatic to let loose the rapid bullets. It had no affect on the monster using it's claw as a barrier to block the barrage of ammunition.

It rushed once more with it's claw while Sheva watched Carlos in the midst of shoving another clip into his rifle. His eyes flared wide, knowing he was going to be too late, and she knew as well.

"NO!!!" Sheva raised herself up with all the strength left she could muster up in order to tackle Carlos out of the way.

"SHEVA!!" Carlos shouted, wrapping his arms around Sheva to protect her as they fell back.

The tyrant initiated it's attack that still targeted Carlos…except a bright flash took place in Sheva's mind….

"CARLOS!!!" Sheva cried out in a instant whilst she sat up on the bed breathing and sweating intensely. Her dark concerned eyes scanned the room, and released a pleased gasp in finding Carlos safely standing by the window.

He faced her, a sincere smile on his lips during his steps in approaching Sheva. "You've been sleeping the entire day. I called off the mission for tomorrow morning."

"I apologize, Carlos…" Sheva shook her head. "I must've pushed myself too hard."

"I'll say." Carlos started with a grin. "The way you were moaning my name in your sleep…only one could think of what you were dreaming of." Carlos chuckled quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed and keeping his smile.

Sheva's bronze cheeks blushed a red tint. "D-Do not be absurd, Carlos!"

He began to imitate her voice. "Oh, Carlos! Take me far away and have your way with me!"

Sheva grew furious and grabbed the pillow, however her blush remained. "I will make sure you will suffer, Carlos Oliveira!"

He laughed even when the pillow hit him in the face to send him on his back. Sheva lunged forward and sat her lap on his stomach, she grabbed the pillow to repeatedly hit him with it. As they went on, Sheva laughed…unaware that Carlos was there to overhear her entire nightmare.

He wanted to cheer her up, he wanted to see her laugh and mostly wanted to see that smirk. Then again, he feared this happiness would soon disappear when tomorrow comes, the day he would have to tell her of what he, Leon and Rebecca found in the forest.

Another mission, another story, and another pair of hearts that would end up fighting together.

But as of right now, the pair enjoyed a joyful scene. Sheva Alomar playfully choking Carlos Oliveira…