Disclaimer: It could be mine...but would I like to own it? Maybe. Just Maybe.
J.L.: Chapter 36 already...I'm aiming for 40 really but I may have to go past that to cover everything without jumping too much. In terms of time setting in this story of when it will end, First week of April. See if you can find out why that week.
A week later in Wesker's office: Jill
"This list is completely bullshit Wesker!" I shouted. He penalized Kevin for helping the one recruit!
"The list is final." Wesker spoke coolly, sitting back in his chair and cleaning underneath his fingernails.
"Kevin deserves a spot, he earned a spot!" I yelled in frustration, not giving a damn who heard otherwise. The list was put out this morning and everyone knew who passed.
"Ms. Valentine, I must ask that you refrain from using that volume." Wesker spoke, sporting a glance. I gritted my teeth.
"You cannot penalize him for helping a teammate. It didn't slow him down at all, and both of their times were great. What is the reason he failed the test?" I demanded.
"What is your reason for concerning yourself? You should be thrilled that your husband made it." Wesker spoke and fear gripped me. He knows...how does he know...Ada...that's a possibilty, I wouldn't put it passed her but...why now...I gritted my teeth.
"Ada told you, didn't she?" I spoke softly, not wanting to completely expose the details.
"Actually, a quick glance in the public records revealed a name change. Doesn't take much to realize what happened after that, Mrs. Redfield." Wesker spoke. I took a seat in the chair in front of Wesker's desk, covering my face with my hand.
"So what now?" I asked. I'm still being blackmailed, and of course I didn't hold up my end of the bargain.
"Don't take this so harshly. I've known all along Jillian. You couldn't honestly think that I didn't notice the hickeys or the frequent glances towards Chris you'd make. You're an easy book to read. However, I do require your services." Wesker spoke.
"What is it that you want to blackmail me with now?" I asked. I'm getting tired of this game.
"Security, actually. I'm aware that you found the door to the Umbrella labs downstairs. Crucial cancer research is being conducted down there and I need you to keep unauthorized individuals from interfering with the research." Wesker spoke, folding his hands together in front of him, his sunglasses dropping enough to reveal his usual icy blue eyes. Except they aren't blue...not fully anyways...what the hell? Red eyes?
"More legit work I assume?" I asked, glaring back at him. Two can play at this game.
"Look at it as a way to repay society for all the deeds your father did. You've been living off his income for most of your life." Wesker spoke casually. I looked down at his desk. Guilt trip...he's right though. Not like I hate my job now...but I abhor the fact I'm reporting directly to this asshole.
"Fine. Anything I should know?" I asked.
"Keep your eye on Quentin. He's been paying extra attention to detail more than he lets on and his references cannot be credited. I also ask that you report to me if Ms. Wong decides to play double on us, understood?" Wesker asked.
"Yes...understood." I answered. So Wong's involved too...and Wesker doesn't trust her...this is way too fishy to be just cancer research...
Later that night, Redfield house: Claire
I was helping Jill cook dinner while Chris and Leon were watching a basketball game. Jill was extremely tensed up and cut her finger with the knife she was using to cut the chicken into slices for the chicken salads. She jerked her finger straight to her mouth, and I grabbed a towel.
"What's wrong?" I whispered so that Chris wouldn't come darting in as I wrapped her finger in the towel and turn the faucet on for cold water.
"Nothing." Jill spoke, and stuck her finger under the running water. The cut wasn't deep, but it was across the bend on the tip. I rolled my eyes as I grabbed the salt shaker.
"You're stiff as a board. Come on, what's going on? Trouble in paradise? Knocked up yet?" I jested and Jill snorted, then bit her lip and hissed as I removed her finger from the cold water and sprinkled salt on the wound. There, that will stop the bleeding.
"No...Wesker knows about our marriage." She admitted. I turned back and grabbed a new knife, tossing the old one in the sink and the contaminated chicken into the garbage.
"And?" I prodded, picking up Jill's chore as she leaned against the counter.
"He's blackmailing me to play security guard at the station now. It's a little fishy...I should be happy that publicly we've broken up and all that...but I still have to hide my wedding band and I'm still being blackmailed. On top of that, I've been trying to get ahold of Rebecca, but she's not answering my calls or emails..." Jill confessed, crossing her arms.
"You're not the only one. I've lost contact with her...I thought she got a job or something that was eating up her time." I spoke.
"Maybe, but no response to the emails? I don't know...I just...I have to figure out a way to get out from underneath Wesker's thumb without telling Chris why exactly." She admitted.
"You mean, you haven't told him about..." I started, looking up at her.
"All he thinks is that I'm being blackmailed for cheating on Wesker with him. I'd rather keep it that way." She replied.
"You should tell him. It will get some of that stress off your chest." I reasoned. Jill looked up at the ceiling and stopped chewing her lip.
"Your alterior motive for this advice?" She prompted. I smirked and went back to cutting up the remaining chicken.
"Stress won't help with the bed...and I do want to be an aunt." I answered. Jill looked at my shock rolled her eyes and huffed, smiling.
"How about this, you work on a kid yourself." She retorted.
"Maybe I will, oo, what now?" I taunted, setting the knife down and holding my arms out in a mock jesture. Jill chuckled and walked into the living room. I smiled warmly, satisfied to have brought some resolve to Jill's troubled mind.
Locker rooms, late night the next day: Rebecca
As I crept through the pitch black empty locker room, I double checked to make sure no one was there. Thank you Ada for letting me know where the entrance is suppose to be at, now if only I could find the damn thing. I felt along the wall for cracks and after fifteen minutes of fruitless attempts, I gave up and leaned against the wall. I noticed that a brick behind me budged, and smirked as I turned around.
"Bingo." I whispered to myself and pushed the brick in fully. Mechanisms whirled in the the background and the door revealed itself.
"That area is restricted and you do not have the proper authorization to enter." I heard the chilly voice of Jill speak from behind me. I raised my hands up, trying to keep in cover as I turned around slowly. If looks could kill...she's been picking up a few habits off of Wesker...those cold hard blue eyes...yeah...definately wouldn't want to really be her enemy...but wait...if she's here...how in the hell did she slip in here without me noticing and what is she doing here guarding the place anyways?
"Ah...Sergeant Valentine! I uh...just leaned against the wall and..." I began, and noticed that she didn't have a gun in her hands, but had her arms crossed. It wouldn't take much to push her down and escape...I'll have to abort the mission, but I've got the vital information to the door now, it's not in vain.
"In the middle of the night? You're not scheduled to be here this late." Jill spoke, studying me. She's working for Wesker. She may be your best friend but she's working for Wesker and doesn't know it's you.
"Well...I've lost my wallet and I thought I might have left it in my locker." I said, taking a step forward and quickly pushing her into the locker as I took off running before she realized what i had said. Unfortunately, she tackled me to the floor. She proceeded to pins my arms behind me and handcuff me.
"I'm afraid you'll have to wait in a cell until Captain Wesker arrives to discuss with you your terms of termination of employment." Jill spoke. I can't be busted! I rolled on my back and kicked Jill. Jill stumbled back a bit, enough for me to roll back on my stomach and get up on my knees. Jill grabbed me and spun me around pinning me to the wall with her hands firmly against my chest. Oh God...The look of shock was also written on her face.
"I can explain." I offered.
"Please do." Jill spoke, quickly repositioning her hands on my shoulders.
"It's me, Rebecca." I spoke, dropping my masculine voice. Jill's jaw dropped for a second, then closed as her face twisted in disgust.
"No joking?" She asked.
"No joking." I answered and Jill abruptly released me.
"Oh God...I just felt you up. Ugh..." She spat.
"What's really sad is the fact that I haven't worn a bra since doing this job and no one's noticed." I supplied, sitting down. Jill stiffened, then looked down towards me.
"Shit, Rebecca...what are you doing here! You should be in college in California!" she spoke, pulling her keys to her handcuffs out to release me.
"I should be asking the same for you...What are you doing still working for Wesker and where in the hell did you learn to control fights like that?" I inquired.
"I'm being blackmailed like usual. You remember me telling you about Dick's line of work? What I didn't tell you was the fact that I was learning the trade. Wesker, like the pompous asshole he is, caught me and has been blackmailing me since." She spoke as she removed her handcuffs.
"You have to get out from under that Jill, Wesker's involved in some illegitimate research." I spoke.
"Yeah, cancer research my ass. You're down here to expose him right?" She asked. I nodded.
"I sorry for not calling you or anything for the past few weeks. Jill...I...I need to get out of here...would that be possible?" I asked.
"Yeah...just...Resign or something and please don't send someone else in..." She pleaded as I stood up.
"Alright...but...maybe...could you have a look down there for me? I just need a couple of pictures confirming that it's not cancer research they're conducting. With your skills and the fact Wesker won't be suspicious with you being down here...you have what I need Jill..." I spoke. Jill sighed, and stood up.
"I'll have to speak with my husband before doing something that dangerous." She replied, smirking.
"Oh yeah, congratulations on that. I'll call you next week...and thank you for not tossing me to the wolves." I spoke making my way for the door.
"Just one thing Beca..." Jill began.
"No, no one's going to find out about you groping me." I granted, and left.
J.L.: Thought I'd mix a little comedy in that serious scene. Major development in this chapter, people starting to find out about things hidden, and within the next few chapters I'll reveal what research is really going on down there. I didn't know how to exactly state why Kevin didn't make it, and then I thought "Well, Weskie's a prick enough to just throw something else out there instead.". Might be another while for an update, I've been busy with preparing for an interview for an engineering position at my job all week and losing sleep because of it. Hope you enjoyed this one though, and I'll try to get the next one out sooner.