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If no one is going to review this story I don't have to continue it you know.if you review this, please no flamers!!! This story is the result of boredom and therefore not exactly the best in the world. Be nice please!! This is my first fic after all.
Claire had already moved her stuff into a new room, but everyone had decided to stay in Jill's room. Her and Leon were "cuddling" on the couch, and Rebecca was busy tutoring Jill in biochemistry because Jill was the smartest next to Rebecca, and Rebecca needed some help with the research. Everybody jumped when someone knocked on the door, and Jill answered with her Magnum pointed at the door. Chris and Carlos looked shocked when they saw the gun, and Jill laughed at their hilarious faces. They started laughing too, but suddenly Chris stopped; apparently he'd seen Claire and Leon. Jill wanted to avoid another fight, so she smiled brightly and remarked, "Welcome to the party. I'm so glad you decided to join us, and you even managed to come in one piece." With that, she steered Chris towards the bedroom of the suite to increase the distance between him and Leon. Chris looked slightly confused, but he appeared happy and "excited" at the same time. "What's all this about? I didn't know you missed me this much, but I don't care," he said, and Jill grinned. "That can be taken care of in a little bit, but I pulled you in here to keep you from killing Leon. He really loves her, and she's not nearly as protective of you in love matters as you are of her. So just cool it, cuz you don't wanna be responsible for ruining true love. Really, you don't." "Well, OK. Can we have fun now? I promise I'll be good--Carlos and me came up here to tell you guys that everything is cool with us. We talked a while and figured things out," Chris stated, and he led Jill all the way into the bedroom, kissing her deeply. She followed him, feeling like things were finally getting back to normal.
Rebecca and Carlos were discussing Umbrella's secrets amidst the "love suite" when they heard a chopper overhead, and it sounded like it was coming towards them. Everyone was instantly alert, hoping it was Barry, David, and John, yet too used to things going wrong to truly believe it. They all followed Chris up to the heliport at a run, briefly pausing at the arsenal to pick up weaponry. Once they got outside, they looked at the chopper, trying to figure out who was piloting it. Chris, Jill, and Rebecca all started laughing and waving at the pilot, who was Barry. After the chopper landed, Barry was surrounded by the ex-S.T.A.R.S., and pretty soon his massive frame was buried with bodies. Then Rebecca and Claire went over to say hi to David and John, and everyone calmed down enough to have a normal conversation. Barry cleared his throat and said, "Well, we have a surprise for you guys. We discovered someone on our way to Europe, and since he knew one of you we figured it was OK to bring him along." Suddenly, a young (very young) guy stepped out of the chopper, and Claire screamed, "OH MY GOD! Holy shit! How the hell did you survive? STEVE!!!!" Then she ran to him and hugged him, and he looked very happy to see her. Then she began the rather lengthy introductions. By the time she got to Leon's name she had pretty much recovered and was standing by Leon, who had his arms around her waist. When Steve saw Leon, a shadow passed over his face. However, when he saw Rebecca he started to think that maybe things wouldn't turn out to be so bad after all.
Claire, Leon, and Steve managed to have a civilized conversation to settle things. After the talk, Steve and Rebecca began talking more, and it turned out he loved science almost as much as she did, and they got very close very fast. By this time Barry, Carlos, David, and John were constantly discussing issues during free time, for the lovebirds were attached at the hip. Barry and John were both interested in weights, and all of them except Carlos were nuts about guns. The guys found Carlos very annoying and eventually stopped talking to him, so he spent his time perfecting his English. In spite of all this, Saturdays were always spent together, mostly planning the mission. They did spend time having fun, however; all work and no play doesn't do one's sanity any good, after all.
About 2 weeks after the men's arrival, Chris called them back to the conference room for another meeting. "Well, we've been training practically nonstop, and I think we've covered everything we need to know. Tomorrow Barry and John will go get some heavier artillery, and then we'll start packing. Bring dark clothes. While Barry and John are weapons shopping, Leon and me will go get the car we'll use. Is everyone OK with this? If any of you have doubts about any part of the mission or if you think we need more time, feel free to do so. We can't have any doubts about this; doubting ourselves will more than likely get us killed. So, any questions?" For a moment, nobody said anything. Then Carlos stood up and said, "Could you go into the plan specifics a little bit more? I'm still a little bit confused--the Spanish is killing me!" Everyone chuckled, for they knew how hard he'd been working on his English, and it really did show. "Aw, you know that it's not bad; you're just fishing for compliments. Well, you don't need any, so now Chris may continue telling the game plan, cuz I don't know what we're doing either," Leon said, and both Chris and Claire hit him, making him cry out and everyone laugh. "Well, I'll go over it again if you want to, guys. I know my first attempt wasn't all that great. So, we'll have two teams. Barry, Jill, David, John, Leon, and me will go in through the ventilation shaft. Rebecca, Claire, Carlos, and Steve will stay in the van as backup/communication. The first team goes in, immobilizes the guards, search the labs and offices for any incriminating evidence, find the "access" to HQ that Trent was talking about, and get out. That's everything." "What?! Why can't I go in? I'm just as experienced as you guys are, and I've never ever slowed anyone down. You're always trying to keep me back. Well, I'm sick of it! I'm going in, and that's it!" Claire yelled, and this started a very interesting argument between her and Chris, which everyone gave their total undivided attention.
"You aren't going in!" "Yes I am, goddamm!t! I can do this!" "Not a chance! I'm not losing the only family I have left!" "Well, I'm not letting my only family go into an Umbrella lab without me!"
"How long is this gonna last?" Jill asked, and Barry grinned. He knew all too well what those two were like once they got started. Leon said, "I don't know, but I got $20 on Claire. She is a stubborn son of a b!tch when she wants to be." "Yeah, but so can Chris. One time those two argued for 3 hours and would've kept on arguing except Claire's train to college came," Barry commented, and the others stared at him, speechless. "My God, what was it about?" Jill asked, even though she had a pretty good idea what it was about. "Well, Chris told Claire not to date any guys until her sophomore year, and she told him that she was old enough to decide for herself. He's always been super protective of her, and she's a very independent person. Therefore, they clash a lot. But they do love each other, more than most siblings. As most of you know, they lost their parents at a very young age, so they've only had each other in the foster homes--which they seemed to have bad luck with--until Chris turned 18 and they came to Raccoon," Barry explained. "Wow," Rebecca said, absolutely awed by the story. "I can't believe they're so nice after such a life." "What?! People's experiences don't always make them mean--some people are nicer because of bad things that happened to them," Jill exclaimed, not quite believing that Rebecca would make such an assumption. "Trust me, my life hasn't been exactly great, but I'm not the Wicked Witch of the West, am I?" "Well, no," Rebecca admitted, "but everyone that's ever been mean to me always blamed it on past experiences, so I came to believe it. I'm sorry. That was a dumb thing to do." That's OK, 'Becca. I've had similar experiences. Everyone makes mistakes--even whiz kids," Steve said, and was rewarded with a smile. Suddenly, there was silence from Claire and Chris. "Hallelujah! It's over!" Leon shouted, and everyone laughed. "So, what are the new arrangements?" Rebecca asked, and Steve added, "Yeah, it would be helpful to know this very important detail." John stood up and made a very kind offer. "Well, if you guys want to keep the teams even, I'll switch to backup. I could use the break." "Well, here are the new teams," Claire announced. "The team going in is Jill, Chris, David, Leon, Rebecca, and I. The backup team is John, Barry, Steve, and Carlos." "Sorry, Barry, but you aren't as experienced as the rest of us as far as Umbrella's pets go, so we decided to put you there," Chris apologized. "Besides, Rebecca is the biochemist, and this is her area of expertise. I know some, but not nearly as much as 'Becca," Jill added. "That's OK, I need a break--and besides, me and John have a tiny dispute we can settle now." John grinned and replied, "Oh, so we do. You're going down. Steve, Carlos, you'll have to help and make sure no one cheats." "Aye Caramba! This is gonna be a long night with these two payosos battling with their mighty muscles all night," Carlos muttered, and Steve laughed. "So that's what this is all about--a weight-lifting contest?" "Hey! It is much more than a weight- lifting contest--it is very important," Barry contradicted. "Aww, Steve-O is just too young to understand manly combat--he just gets the girls," John joked, and Steve blushed. "And as for you, Carlos, I don't know what payoso means, but it better mean something like 'dear friend' or you're dead." Carlos laughed at that. Meanwhile, John had gone strangely silent, and David knew why. 'Steve-O' had been what John had called their former STARS teammate Steve Lopez. Steve had been infected with a strange strain of the T-Virus and then ordered to shoot John, then himself. "OK, OK, enough jokes, John. Get some rest. You've got heavy loads to carry tomorrow," David interrupted, and everyone agreed. Everyone, suddenly exhausted, trudged up to their rooms--and bed.
If no one is going to review this story I don't have to continue it you know.if you review this, please no flamers!!! This story is the result of boredom and therefore not exactly the best in the world. Be nice please!! This is my first fic after all.
Claire had already moved her stuff into a new room, but everyone had decided to stay in Jill's room. Her and Leon were "cuddling" on the couch, and Rebecca was busy tutoring Jill in biochemistry because Jill was the smartest next to Rebecca, and Rebecca needed some help with the research. Everybody jumped when someone knocked on the door, and Jill answered with her Magnum pointed at the door. Chris and Carlos looked shocked when they saw the gun, and Jill laughed at their hilarious faces. They started laughing too, but suddenly Chris stopped; apparently he'd seen Claire and Leon. Jill wanted to avoid another fight, so she smiled brightly and remarked, "Welcome to the party. I'm so glad you decided to join us, and you even managed to come in one piece." With that, she steered Chris towards the bedroom of the suite to increase the distance between him and Leon. Chris looked slightly confused, but he appeared happy and "excited" at the same time. "What's all this about? I didn't know you missed me this much, but I don't care," he said, and Jill grinned. "That can be taken care of in a little bit, but I pulled you in here to keep you from killing Leon. He really loves her, and she's not nearly as protective of you in love matters as you are of her. So just cool it, cuz you don't wanna be responsible for ruining true love. Really, you don't." "Well, OK. Can we have fun now? I promise I'll be good--Carlos and me came up here to tell you guys that everything is cool with us. We talked a while and figured things out," Chris stated, and he led Jill all the way into the bedroom, kissing her deeply. She followed him, feeling like things were finally getting back to normal.
Rebecca and Carlos were discussing Umbrella's secrets amidst the "love suite" when they heard a chopper overhead, and it sounded like it was coming towards them. Everyone was instantly alert, hoping it was Barry, David, and John, yet too used to things going wrong to truly believe it. They all followed Chris up to the heliport at a run, briefly pausing at the arsenal to pick up weaponry. Once they got outside, they looked at the chopper, trying to figure out who was piloting it. Chris, Jill, and Rebecca all started laughing and waving at the pilot, who was Barry. After the chopper landed, Barry was surrounded by the ex-S.T.A.R.S., and pretty soon his massive frame was buried with bodies. Then Rebecca and Claire went over to say hi to David and John, and everyone calmed down enough to have a normal conversation. Barry cleared his throat and said, "Well, we have a surprise for you guys. We discovered someone on our way to Europe, and since he knew one of you we figured it was OK to bring him along." Suddenly, a young (very young) guy stepped out of the chopper, and Claire screamed, "OH MY GOD! Holy shit! How the hell did you survive? STEVE!!!!" Then she ran to him and hugged him, and he looked very happy to see her. Then she began the rather lengthy introductions. By the time she got to Leon's name she had pretty much recovered and was standing by Leon, who had his arms around her waist. When Steve saw Leon, a shadow passed over his face. However, when he saw Rebecca he started to think that maybe things wouldn't turn out to be so bad after all.
Claire, Leon, and Steve managed to have a civilized conversation to settle things. After the talk, Steve and Rebecca began talking more, and it turned out he loved science almost as much as she did, and they got very close very fast. By this time Barry, Carlos, David, and John were constantly discussing issues during free time, for the lovebirds were attached at the hip. Barry and John were both interested in weights, and all of them except Carlos were nuts about guns. The guys found Carlos very annoying and eventually stopped talking to him, so he spent his time perfecting his English. In spite of all this, Saturdays were always spent together, mostly planning the mission. They did spend time having fun, however; all work and no play doesn't do one's sanity any good, after all.
About 2 weeks after the men's arrival, Chris called them back to the conference room for another meeting. "Well, we've been training practically nonstop, and I think we've covered everything we need to know. Tomorrow Barry and John will go get some heavier artillery, and then we'll start packing. Bring dark clothes. While Barry and John are weapons shopping, Leon and me will go get the car we'll use. Is everyone OK with this? If any of you have doubts about any part of the mission or if you think we need more time, feel free to do so. We can't have any doubts about this; doubting ourselves will more than likely get us killed. So, any questions?" For a moment, nobody said anything. Then Carlos stood up and said, "Could you go into the plan specifics a little bit more? I'm still a little bit confused--the Spanish is killing me!" Everyone chuckled, for they knew how hard he'd been working on his English, and it really did show. "Aw, you know that it's not bad; you're just fishing for compliments. Well, you don't need any, so now Chris may continue telling the game plan, cuz I don't know what we're doing either," Leon said, and both Chris and Claire hit him, making him cry out and everyone laugh. "Well, I'll go over it again if you want to, guys. I know my first attempt wasn't all that great. So, we'll have two teams. Barry, Jill, David, John, Leon, and me will go in through the ventilation shaft. Rebecca, Claire, Carlos, and Steve will stay in the van as backup/communication. The first team goes in, immobilizes the guards, search the labs and offices for any incriminating evidence, find the "access" to HQ that Trent was talking about, and get out. That's everything." "What?! Why can't I go in? I'm just as experienced as you guys are, and I've never ever slowed anyone down. You're always trying to keep me back. Well, I'm sick of it! I'm going in, and that's it!" Claire yelled, and this started a very interesting argument between her and Chris, which everyone gave their total undivided attention.
"You aren't going in!" "Yes I am, goddamm!t! I can do this!" "Not a chance! I'm not losing the only family I have left!" "Well, I'm not letting my only family go into an Umbrella lab without me!"
"How long is this gonna last?" Jill asked, and Barry grinned. He knew all too well what those two were like once they got started. Leon said, "I don't know, but I got $20 on Claire. She is a stubborn son of a b!tch when she wants to be." "Yeah, but so can Chris. One time those two argued for 3 hours and would've kept on arguing except Claire's train to college came," Barry commented, and the others stared at him, speechless. "My God, what was it about?" Jill asked, even though she had a pretty good idea what it was about. "Well, Chris told Claire not to date any guys until her sophomore year, and she told him that she was old enough to decide for herself. He's always been super protective of her, and she's a very independent person. Therefore, they clash a lot. But they do love each other, more than most siblings. As most of you know, they lost their parents at a very young age, so they've only had each other in the foster homes--which they seemed to have bad luck with--until Chris turned 18 and they came to Raccoon," Barry explained. "Wow," Rebecca said, absolutely awed by the story. "I can't believe they're so nice after such a life." "What?! People's experiences don't always make them mean--some people are nicer because of bad things that happened to them," Jill exclaimed, not quite believing that Rebecca would make such an assumption. "Trust me, my life hasn't been exactly great, but I'm not the Wicked Witch of the West, am I?" "Well, no," Rebecca admitted, "but everyone that's ever been mean to me always blamed it on past experiences, so I came to believe it. I'm sorry. That was a dumb thing to do." That's OK, 'Becca. I've had similar experiences. Everyone makes mistakes--even whiz kids," Steve said, and was rewarded with a smile. Suddenly, there was silence from Claire and Chris. "Hallelujah! It's over!" Leon shouted, and everyone laughed. "So, what are the new arrangements?" Rebecca asked, and Steve added, "Yeah, it would be helpful to know this very important detail." John stood up and made a very kind offer. "Well, if you guys want to keep the teams even, I'll switch to backup. I could use the break." "Well, here are the new teams," Claire announced. "The team going in is Jill, Chris, David, Leon, Rebecca, and I. The backup team is John, Barry, Steve, and Carlos." "Sorry, Barry, but you aren't as experienced as the rest of us as far as Umbrella's pets go, so we decided to put you there," Chris apologized. "Besides, Rebecca is the biochemist, and this is her area of expertise. I know some, but not nearly as much as 'Becca," Jill added. "That's OK, I need a break--and besides, me and John have a tiny dispute we can settle now." John grinned and replied, "Oh, so we do. You're going down. Steve, Carlos, you'll have to help and make sure no one cheats." "Aye Caramba! This is gonna be a long night with these two payosos battling with their mighty muscles all night," Carlos muttered, and Steve laughed. "So that's what this is all about--a weight-lifting contest?" "Hey! It is much more than a weight- lifting contest--it is very important," Barry contradicted. "Aww, Steve-O is just too young to understand manly combat--he just gets the girls," John joked, and Steve blushed. "And as for you, Carlos, I don't know what payoso means, but it better mean something like 'dear friend' or you're dead." Carlos laughed at that. Meanwhile, John had gone strangely silent, and David knew why. 'Steve-O' had been what John had called their former STARS teammate Steve Lopez. Steve had been infected with a strange strain of the T-Virus and then ordered to shoot John, then himself. "OK, OK, enough jokes, John. Get some rest. You've got heavy loads to carry tomorrow," David interrupted, and everyone agreed. Everyone, suddenly exhausted, trudged up to their rooms--and bed.