"Stop playing around, we want some answers!" Chris yelled, holding his handgun to Excella's face.

"You haven't changed." The drawling voice was familiar to Chris, and his anger boiled to a burning pitch. His face contorted in rage. "Wesker, you are alive."

"We last met… at the Spencer estate, wasn't it?" Wesker's voice coolly continued. "Well, isn't this one big family reunion. I'd expect you to be happier to see us."

"Us?" A note of confusion entered Chris's voice.

Wesker's lips curled into a slow, malicious smile. "So slow to catch on," and in so saying, removed the hood of the woman that Chris unmasked just seconds ago.

"Jill?" Chris gasped out.

"Are you sure that's her?" Sheva asked him, her tone incredulous.

"The one and only," Wesker sneered. Jill whipped off her cloak and moved with almost lightning speed towards Chris and Sheva. Her elbow was centimeters away from Chris's jaw when…

"CUT!"

"Oh boy, here we go again," Jill muttered under her breath, and dropping her attack pose, went to the corner to grab a sandwich and coffee.

"Anything wrong, Mr. Redfield?" Jun Takeuchi asked.

Chris was beside himself as he sputtered in rage. "Her… Her… That's what's wrong!" His words were barely audible as he stuttered in anger.

"What about Ms. Valentine?"

"She's supposed to be DEAD!" Chris yelled out. "It says so on the script! That's why I'm in Africa! I'm supposed to avenge her death, rip Wesker to pieces, and be the tragic hero! That's what we agreed on!"

"Oh yeah, well, about that… The management decided to keep Ms. Valentine around. She's got way too many fans and we can't afford to lose them, and that's why we're giving her a surprise return."

"That's not fair!" Chris yelled, and began yelling obscenities at the top of his voice.

Sheva followed Jill's path and joined her and Wesker, who was daintily sipping tea and nibbling crumpets on the snack table. "Is he always like this?"

"Oh yeah, definitely," Jill said, rolling her eyes. "He seems to think he's the star of the series." She snorted. "If he was, it would've been called 'The Chris Redfield Show', not 'Resident Evil'".

"Well, he did appear on the first title," Sheva said tentatively.

"Yeah, with the two of us," Wesker said, rolling his eyes as he pointed at himself and Jill.

"You're Sheva, right? I'm Jill, nice to meet you. And as that caveman," and she tilted her head in Chris's direction, "yelled out, this is Albert Wesker. You can call him Al, everyone else does."

"Nice to meet you," Sheva said politely, shaking their hands in turn. "So what happens next?"

"Well, Chris is going to start yelling about all the injustices he felt he went through so far," Wesker said conversationally, filling his tea cup.

"And then?"

"And then we just stand here and watch the fireworks happen."

"Seriously, how many times are you going to mess with me here?" Chris yelled out, waving his contract in the air. "First, you said this was a solo game, and then you brought in the whole partner system," and he glared at Sheva. "I mean, seriously? A partner? Do I look lame enough to need a partner? Have you seen my guns?" And he proceeded to flex his arms experimentally.

"Er, yes. We've seen your guns every single time you showed them to us," Mr. Takeuchi said drolly. "But…"

"But nothing! I've always had someone with me in all the games I appeared in! The first Resident Evil even had me assisted by a teenager! A teenager! And then I was just a bonus character in the next game! And I was just in half of the entire game in the next!"

"Yes, but…"

"You promised me a solo game! Seriously, is that too much to ask? You gave Jill one already!"

"I knew that would enter the picture sooner or later," Jill muttered.

"And then you bring her in here again? With superpowers? What's fair about that?"

"Well, you know…"

"You even gave Kennedy his own game! What does he have that I don't? Is it the boyband hair? I can do boyband hair!"

"Now, now, Mr. Redfield…"

"Don't 'Mr. Redfield' me! The name's Chris, and don't you forget it! I want to see script revisions! If not, I'll find another game that's worthy of my talents. Until then, I'll be in my trailer!" In so saying, Chris stomped off the set, nearly crashing into the Wardrobe and Makeup personnel in his anger.

"Crumpets?" Wesker asked in the ensuing silence.

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I kinda modified Garfsan's idea about Chris complaining about Jill's abilities.:P Hope you don't mind, Garfsan!

Some shout-outs again.:)

riddlebox89: Professional mode's a killer with the AI. I tried making Sheva my herbs mule, and all she did was run in circles while I lay dying.x_x

Hina-86: I'm planning to close this series with a Chris/Jill story.:) 'Course, it might also be twisted, given the way the other stories have been running.:P

Ultimolu, BSAAgent Radar, and Vampuric Spider: Thanks! Always glad to hear from you.:)

kelley28: Yeah, there's something going on between those At the very least, it's a very one-sided Wesker thing.

The Great Saiyateam: Thanks for dropping by and leaving a review! Glad you're liking it so far.:)

Anyway, please let me know what you think! (Hint: I like getting )