"You got the cables working again Carlos?" Barry hung over the chopper
where the ultimate Latino one in all handyman, lover-dude, and combat
menace was having a hell of a time trying to fix their flying machine. The
umbrella insider that had saved everyone's ass more times than a man could
count (It's Trent from the RE pocket novels for those who remember) was on
his way, and everyone was waiting. Things had been really quiet in Austria
for the team, but things had been really exciting for mostly Chris and
Jill. The two would never stop going at each other every chance they got;
well it had been a long time. The only thing that Barry could think about
was the fact that Trent had already made the call for all the standard
weapons that the team would be receiving for the mission. He heard that
they were going to be having a lot of foreign weapons in their personalized
arsenal. All thanks to Trent.
Barry hated every single one of them. He was still loyal to his magnum but Carlos did make a point that they were the best weapons that the team would be seeing for awhile. They even dumped their combat knives and traded them for even sharper blades.
"You think this'll be enough?" Barry asked
"You should be more confident like Chris. He's pretty sure we'll succeed in our next mission."
"Aw come on. Only reason he's smiling is because he's finally found the right hole to plant his immature little jack inside."
"How would you know?" Carlos asked
"Well-I don't-I didn't mean...I never looked you sick little.."
Carlos just turned around and laughed. He saw how disappointed Jill looked on the copter when they escaped from Raccoon City. Even when she was in his arms there was still a longing within her for someone else. He could sense this type of things inside of people. Wasn't a psychic but the way she shivered, the way she looked at him as though she was trying her hardest not to get involved with him because there was someone else that she was waiting to see, he could tell.
Chris sat with her on the couch feeling her breathe gently as she slept against him. The sun broke through the blinds casting light on her. He could see her smiling. Yeah, it was cute. Who would've thought she missed him that much. All he ever was to her was a friend and suddenly it was like he was a white knight. He really never understood how people took such friendships so deep, but if that was the case then he had some expectations to live up to. He'd never disappoint his friends. He'd take the bullet for the guy first as though they were the president. Jill would probably be pissed if he tried to defend her, and not give her space to rock and roll but he felt that he was inclined to do it. With all the troubles they would be facing then it seemed necessary. He'd protect her no matter what came, and he'd damned do it well or else he'd be hating life.
He wished right then that the danger was all over, that he and his guys wouldn't have to take the ultimate plunge, but it had come to that, and he just had to ride the heavy tidal wave. Hopefully when he broke through all the danger, he'd still have his girl by his side alive. "Uh-oh. Looks like 'Chrissy' is in deep thought. I told you not to do that. You'll hurt your head baby." She kissed his forehead while Chris squint his eyes and sighed.
"I just don't what to think. It's all coming down to this. I mean this is the ultimate battle. Shit will happen when we go out there, Jill. We may have some reinforcements but more people are going to die. I just wish we could all come out easy. I miss our team. I miss S.T.A.R.S."
Jill stared deep into his eyes, her eyes so confident. Since she'd been through Hades and back it seemed that her morale was a lot higher than his, she knew that he was worried about losing her, but he simply wasn't saying anything.
"Listen. Don't worry about me. If it'll make you feel better. I couldn't trust you fighting by yourself either. We'll do this together."
He'd already decided that was a given. After the bullets discharged, and heads were split all that mattered in the end was her, and the rest of the guys. The fugitive S.T.A.R.S would try as best as possible to keep danger off of them, but he really didn't want her to get a single scratch.
"You're thinking too much about the future. You really should keep your mind in the present."
"Good advice."
"Those were your words remember?" She smiled and they kissed a second time. His hands moving over her ass slowly and she raised an eyebrow.
"I didn't know you wanted it like that."
"You cool with it?"
"You know I am." Jill smiled
He proceeded to feel her like it was the last chance he'd ever get in a lifetime. Wanting to get as much out of the moment as he possibly could since the future was uncertain.
"Uh Chris we...oops!" Barry walked in. Jill blushed with embarrassment and covered her breasts in fear as Chris rolled his eyes.
"You must be starting a world record Barry. We haven't even been alone for fourteen seconds this time."
"Sorry Redfield."
"Just for that. It's Captain Redfield from now on."
"Clam it up, and listen toddler we've got the weapons shipment coming soon. Trent's on his way here to debrief us all so you two might want to stay out of each other's pants for awhile, and get your minds in order. We're depending on you two to lead us so get it in your heads okay?"
His look was stern. Before he really didn't mind the two lovebirds getting it on, but it had come down to the wire, and he wanted two leaders, and not just two immature lovebirds, If only he knew what it felt like to be in Chris's position.
He left her, and waited, hoping with every bone in his body that she was still alive. Now here he was preparing for kingdom come. It could've been his last chance. He just had to be with her. He didn't care if he was losing himself. Life couldn't get any worse.
"Shall we take a walk outside?" Barry suggested.
"I'll be back in second." He told Jill and walked out on the front porch. Barry closed the door
"Could you explain the sudden drop in morale to me? I mean. You pining for Jill didn't exactly get us out of that mansion alive now did it?"
"On the contrary Barry-"
"Lemme finish. We need to be hardcore. We have to have our game faces on. In case you forgot this is the most powerful pharmaceutical company on earth, and they've already got government support in releasing these zombies. Their agents have been trailing us. We went from honest police officers to fugitives. This is no time to be playing with pussy Chris, and you should know that."
"She very well could have died Barry. Were lucky enough she's here."
"No. You mean YOU'RE lucky. Just admit it."
"All right already."
Barry kept on yapping.
"ALL RIGHT! Yeah. I love her a lot! Some of you think that it was smart for me to run off after Umbrella but I left her behind! This shit isn't about go snag the bad guy!"
"Whoa Chris calm down a sec-"
"Did you ever see the tears on her face. How much she missed me? Believe me the feeling was very mutual on this side of the war Barry, where I've always been sitting in that frozen Antarctic prison just missing her."
"You getting soft again? Just like when I found you?"
Chris wiped a tear
"Yeah I am. I guess I am. I can't fight without her anymore. I kicked a lot of zombie ass before but the reason I took the mansion was because I wouldn't let jack get between me, Becky or Jill, and in the Ashford's place. I couldn't live if my sister met the same fate as Brad or the others, now I've helped you all out. I mean. Maybe we can't stop these Umbrella bastards. They can call in whatever armies and bombs they want. I'm surprised they don't start a war. In the end if we've still got each other then maybe that's all that matters."
"You missed Jill a lot huh? Don't wanna lose her. I know."
"You do?"
"Hey." Barry lightened up "I have a wife and kids too remember? Pray for their safety everyday. I'm glad they moved out of state too, but think about all the people we can save. We've got Umbrella right where we want them. We have an insider who is intending to use us to blindside that killer corporation, and all their supporters from behind. We've got all the rest of the UBCS, and the betrayed soldiers who went into mutiny. We've got an army too, and even if we are in a hell of a situation we'll still be together. It's hard for all of us, but we survived many times, we can give it another shot, and I'm sure Jill and you will be fine. She's survived a lot of Raccoon City all by her self, and lord knows how much trouble you've gotten into up here. Prison in Antarctica, then you stormed Umbrella facilities from within. Just how many tyrants have you destroyed in close quarters battle?"
"Four."
"You see? So I don't understand what possible doubts could be running through your head at this point. Four may not be much more than the zero I've destroyed but it's never a body count record that I'll want to compete for I'll tell you that." He laughed as he took the cigar out of his mouth.
"Don't worry. You kids are gonna make it out safely from this mission, and who knows? Maybe she'll want to have five kids or something?"
Chris laughed at that one
"You're right. I gotta focus on the ragged old warrior."
"That's right."
"I've got to be bold like I always was. This isn't me."
"Couldn't have said it better." Barry nodded his head. Slapping Chris on the back
"..aaaaannd. I've got to get some nookie before bedtime. Where's Jill?"
"Hey!" Barry stood up
"Relax. The ultimate marksman is still here." He smiled then his expression changed to a serious one. "But you do realize that this attack could end one of two ways?"
"Yeah." Barry agreed
"I mean it man. Umbrella's releasing their first official bio-weapon to the militaries around the earth, and they've still got their other creatures. This could get uglier than a World War. That's what had me so down. This isn't storming a mansion anymore. This is down to the wire. There is going to absolutely nothing but shooting cutting, and explosions when it starts."
He simply gave Barry some thoughts to chew on as he got up from his seat and stretched his neck, turning to look at the wonderful view of the plains, and then walked back into the house, leaving his teammate with one last message.
"For the rest of tonight, if Judgment Day isn't happening then don't bug me. Got it?"
"Whatever you say boss." Barry shook his head as Chris went back inside.
He found himself hustling over to Jill's room, a little eager to finish what they had started. He knocked on the door lightly.
"Who is it?"
"Oh come on. As if you didn't know. Should I submit a password too?" Chris rolled his eyes as he called out to her
"It'd be nice." Came Jill's voice from beyond the closed door.
"Open the damn door."
He guessed correct. As soon as Jill creaked open the door his hand reached out to her but she stopped him.
"Waitwaitwait cowboy. Before all that I've got to ask you something." Her soft voice demanded.
"What?" Chris was puzzled as to what could possibly be troubling her as well. Everyone seemed to have a problem with him these days, and he never really knew what was the case.
"I heard you talking with Barry." It sounded like she was getting at something rather serious.
"Well yes." Chris admitted " I suppose I was loud enough out on the front porch because I have absolutely no secrets from you. You know that."
"I do. I do." She nodded her head to assure him then paused in thought before taking a deep breath and sighing. "It's just that whenever I hear you talk about battle you seem so impassioned and it's really made me wonder throughout all of the time we've been together. I know this sounds annoying as hell for you to hear, but as a friend you know. If there's no secrets you wouldn't mind letting me know where your head's at.
She was expecting a rather perturbed response. Most people were easily ticked when they were asked something that they felt they had a right to keep to themselves but then real friends talked about these things didn't they? She looked in Chris's eyes. They had that confused look, and it seemed like he was about to come out with an irritated response or perhaps she was anticipating, and fearing an argument so much that she thought he was going to give a peeved response. Chris sighed
"I guess I really scared you when I left didn't I?" Chris gave her instead, a look of understanding. He knew what he had done when he left Raccoon, and he knew that she wanted to reach out to him before he left. It was kind of shitty to leave her alone they way he did.
Jill nodded her head. Her big, animated, shiny sapphire eyes gazing up at him.
"I'll swear to you right now that it'll never happen again. You've got me 24/7 now Jill. Like the marriage creed."
"Really?" She hoped that he meant what he had told her, because it was a really deep statement
"Have I ever lied to you?" He snickered before he asked her
"Oh don't get me started." She broke up. The words barely came out of her mouth. Chris chuckled knowing how that last one had backfired, and kept on laughing as she talked
"Believe you me. I've got a laundry list of your little white lies by now."
"All right then. Let me ask you this. What do you know about me that's true?" He quizzed her.
"That you still love me?" her eyebrows raised up. Her mouth twisted into a confused smile. She said she knew it, but her face sure didn't show it. Jill still needed some ultimate form of confirmation out of him.
" Bingo. Now knock this shit off and open the door please." He tired to inquire as politely as possible
The smile on her face was somewhat weak. The excitedness that he could just see in her stiff posture. Somewhat like a kid. Maybe she was only that way around him and attitude driven in public because he didn't care if she acted in such a way. The way she looked at him seemed so inviting. It was the way she went easier on him. That was one of the one hundred million reasons he loved her.
They held each other for a serious of short kisses, their breath, always the smell of candy that they never gave up on ever since their elementary school days. As Jill's smiles seemed to pull her lips away Chris kept trying to come forward. She laughed at him again.
"Well you're not helping it much are you?" He muttered
" I'm sorry."
One hand wrapped around her in a hug. The other stroking across the edge of her baby sized tank top reaching into the open space. He touched a tit and she noticed instantly. He didn't mind her occasional soft sighs or giggles whenever he reached into what proper people would call forbidden territory, but it made him wonder what past lovers found it completely distracting. Her skin smooth and even more interesting to touch. He had to lift up her top. She pulled it off and tossed it away, and already it sent another one of those chills down his back to have his eyes return to the very sight of her big twins, luscious legs and all. Sure, a person could write hundreds of pages of prose based of the beauty of her anatomy, but first hand observation seemed like a much better idea to him at the time. They jiggled as the bra came off. The pants unzipped and they fell to the floor. It only felt hotter as it went on.
"Your turn." She whispered and she proceeded to take off the muscle shirt. He rolled his eyes but hey. He knew that she really dug the muscles, and if it was enough to keep her in bed with him for a long time then who gave a rat's behind?
An hour later
" So that's it?" he asked
" Pretty much."
" Not bad. Not bad at all. You know I feel like I must've won a contest or something because I could have never predicted throughout my entire existence getting to be with someone like you. I've had the worst luck that a human being could possibly imagine."
" It's been all these months. You still think it's a dream that I'm here do you?" Jill questioned "Well try thinking about it this way. It's a blessing for me too."
" That's the hardest thing to believe about. I really don't think I'm anyone special. I've never done anything that's-"
"Except kill four tyrants."
"Oh please." Chris sucked in air through his teeth "That's something you brag about in bars. No historians'll believe such stories either."
" Whadya' mean?"
" It's an inside joke. Think." He told her
".Oh. You mean 'tyrants'. I'm not talking dictators you dummy." She stuffed the pillow on his face.
"I knew that." Came his muffled voice from behind it. They wrestled for awhile. After he had broken free, he sat up to get air and tagged her one last time the pillow.
" But getting back to the subject, maybe I could do something special like perhaps light the way through Umbrella HQ."
" You've been there?" She asked with her eyes wide ready for a horror tale to the extreme
" Yep, and let me tell you. It's even less pretty than what happened in Raccoon. We've got so many things ahead of us right now, the missions and all. Sometimes I don't even want to think about it. It's going to pretty dangerous you know. Jill?"
" Yeah?" She figured he was going to ask something important
" This is going to be the final one. When we go out to battle, could you promise me you'll stay by my side for the whole ride."
He just knew she would think that he was saying that since she was a girl she couldn't fight. Or because he loved her she couldn't fight, and she could probably read his eyes because he had no way of controlling his expressions when he asked something important. He was just readable. He didn't realize that she didn't want him to run away from her either.
" You know I will."
His head dumped back onto the bed. Her head across his chest. He put one arm around her whispering.
" Good girl."
Meanwhile..in Austria
The informant was dead in the alley. Even the CIA was apparently having trouble with this case because so many of their outside contacts and bribed people were split off into camps for or against the great umbrella. The labs were hidden so well, and rarely ever was there ever a moment that a spy had ever gotten out of Umbrella's labs and lived to talk about it. Trent examined the body. Hearing a noise down the alley had him diving for his 9mm. Not a sound more, and he was relieved. He had his gloves on digging in the man's pockets till he found the new virus sample. What a man would do for all the success and money that the earth would give. If you didn't put a leash on the greedy they would only come a step closer to letting the devil out of his cage, and such foolishness was about to literally bring zombie hell over Vienna the day after tommorow.
Trent knew that the S.T.A.R.S needed recooperation time. They well deserved it, and more people were coming but this had to be quick. The soliders had to be ready because the 12th hour was coming much closer than he'd first predicted.
Trent reholstered his pistol, glanced around and dissapeared into the night.
Barry hated every single one of them. He was still loyal to his magnum but Carlos did make a point that they were the best weapons that the team would be seeing for awhile. They even dumped their combat knives and traded them for even sharper blades.
"You think this'll be enough?" Barry asked
"You should be more confident like Chris. He's pretty sure we'll succeed in our next mission."
"Aw come on. Only reason he's smiling is because he's finally found the right hole to plant his immature little jack inside."
"How would you know?" Carlos asked
"Well-I don't-I didn't mean...I never looked you sick little.."
Carlos just turned around and laughed. He saw how disappointed Jill looked on the copter when they escaped from Raccoon City. Even when she was in his arms there was still a longing within her for someone else. He could sense this type of things inside of people. Wasn't a psychic but the way she shivered, the way she looked at him as though she was trying her hardest not to get involved with him because there was someone else that she was waiting to see, he could tell.
Chris sat with her on the couch feeling her breathe gently as she slept against him. The sun broke through the blinds casting light on her. He could see her smiling. Yeah, it was cute. Who would've thought she missed him that much. All he ever was to her was a friend and suddenly it was like he was a white knight. He really never understood how people took such friendships so deep, but if that was the case then he had some expectations to live up to. He'd never disappoint his friends. He'd take the bullet for the guy first as though they were the president. Jill would probably be pissed if he tried to defend her, and not give her space to rock and roll but he felt that he was inclined to do it. With all the troubles they would be facing then it seemed necessary. He'd protect her no matter what came, and he'd damned do it well or else he'd be hating life.
He wished right then that the danger was all over, that he and his guys wouldn't have to take the ultimate plunge, but it had come to that, and he just had to ride the heavy tidal wave. Hopefully when he broke through all the danger, he'd still have his girl by his side alive. "Uh-oh. Looks like 'Chrissy' is in deep thought. I told you not to do that. You'll hurt your head baby." She kissed his forehead while Chris squint his eyes and sighed.
"I just don't what to think. It's all coming down to this. I mean this is the ultimate battle. Shit will happen when we go out there, Jill. We may have some reinforcements but more people are going to die. I just wish we could all come out easy. I miss our team. I miss S.T.A.R.S."
Jill stared deep into his eyes, her eyes so confident. Since she'd been through Hades and back it seemed that her morale was a lot higher than his, she knew that he was worried about losing her, but he simply wasn't saying anything.
"Listen. Don't worry about me. If it'll make you feel better. I couldn't trust you fighting by yourself either. We'll do this together."
He'd already decided that was a given. After the bullets discharged, and heads were split all that mattered in the end was her, and the rest of the guys. The fugitive S.T.A.R.S would try as best as possible to keep danger off of them, but he really didn't want her to get a single scratch.
"You're thinking too much about the future. You really should keep your mind in the present."
"Good advice."
"Those were your words remember?" She smiled and they kissed a second time. His hands moving over her ass slowly and she raised an eyebrow.
"I didn't know you wanted it like that."
"You cool with it?"
"You know I am." Jill smiled
He proceeded to feel her like it was the last chance he'd ever get in a lifetime. Wanting to get as much out of the moment as he possibly could since the future was uncertain.
"Uh Chris we...oops!" Barry walked in. Jill blushed with embarrassment and covered her breasts in fear as Chris rolled his eyes.
"You must be starting a world record Barry. We haven't even been alone for fourteen seconds this time."
"Sorry Redfield."
"Just for that. It's Captain Redfield from now on."
"Clam it up, and listen toddler we've got the weapons shipment coming soon. Trent's on his way here to debrief us all so you two might want to stay out of each other's pants for awhile, and get your minds in order. We're depending on you two to lead us so get it in your heads okay?"
His look was stern. Before he really didn't mind the two lovebirds getting it on, but it had come down to the wire, and he wanted two leaders, and not just two immature lovebirds, If only he knew what it felt like to be in Chris's position.
He left her, and waited, hoping with every bone in his body that she was still alive. Now here he was preparing for kingdom come. It could've been his last chance. He just had to be with her. He didn't care if he was losing himself. Life couldn't get any worse.
"Shall we take a walk outside?" Barry suggested.
"I'll be back in second." He told Jill and walked out on the front porch. Barry closed the door
"Could you explain the sudden drop in morale to me? I mean. You pining for Jill didn't exactly get us out of that mansion alive now did it?"
"On the contrary Barry-"
"Lemme finish. We need to be hardcore. We have to have our game faces on. In case you forgot this is the most powerful pharmaceutical company on earth, and they've already got government support in releasing these zombies. Their agents have been trailing us. We went from honest police officers to fugitives. This is no time to be playing with pussy Chris, and you should know that."
"She very well could have died Barry. Were lucky enough she's here."
"No. You mean YOU'RE lucky. Just admit it."
"All right already."
Barry kept on yapping.
"ALL RIGHT! Yeah. I love her a lot! Some of you think that it was smart for me to run off after Umbrella but I left her behind! This shit isn't about go snag the bad guy!"
"Whoa Chris calm down a sec-"
"Did you ever see the tears on her face. How much she missed me? Believe me the feeling was very mutual on this side of the war Barry, where I've always been sitting in that frozen Antarctic prison just missing her."
"You getting soft again? Just like when I found you?"
Chris wiped a tear
"Yeah I am. I guess I am. I can't fight without her anymore. I kicked a lot of zombie ass before but the reason I took the mansion was because I wouldn't let jack get between me, Becky or Jill, and in the Ashford's place. I couldn't live if my sister met the same fate as Brad or the others, now I've helped you all out. I mean. Maybe we can't stop these Umbrella bastards. They can call in whatever armies and bombs they want. I'm surprised they don't start a war. In the end if we've still got each other then maybe that's all that matters."
"You missed Jill a lot huh? Don't wanna lose her. I know."
"You do?"
"Hey." Barry lightened up "I have a wife and kids too remember? Pray for their safety everyday. I'm glad they moved out of state too, but think about all the people we can save. We've got Umbrella right where we want them. We have an insider who is intending to use us to blindside that killer corporation, and all their supporters from behind. We've got all the rest of the UBCS, and the betrayed soldiers who went into mutiny. We've got an army too, and even if we are in a hell of a situation we'll still be together. It's hard for all of us, but we survived many times, we can give it another shot, and I'm sure Jill and you will be fine. She's survived a lot of Raccoon City all by her self, and lord knows how much trouble you've gotten into up here. Prison in Antarctica, then you stormed Umbrella facilities from within. Just how many tyrants have you destroyed in close quarters battle?"
"Four."
"You see? So I don't understand what possible doubts could be running through your head at this point. Four may not be much more than the zero I've destroyed but it's never a body count record that I'll want to compete for I'll tell you that." He laughed as he took the cigar out of his mouth.
"Don't worry. You kids are gonna make it out safely from this mission, and who knows? Maybe she'll want to have five kids or something?"
Chris laughed at that one
"You're right. I gotta focus on the ragged old warrior."
"That's right."
"I've got to be bold like I always was. This isn't me."
"Couldn't have said it better." Barry nodded his head. Slapping Chris on the back
"..aaaaannd. I've got to get some nookie before bedtime. Where's Jill?"
"Hey!" Barry stood up
"Relax. The ultimate marksman is still here." He smiled then his expression changed to a serious one. "But you do realize that this attack could end one of two ways?"
"Yeah." Barry agreed
"I mean it man. Umbrella's releasing their first official bio-weapon to the militaries around the earth, and they've still got their other creatures. This could get uglier than a World War. That's what had me so down. This isn't storming a mansion anymore. This is down to the wire. There is going to absolutely nothing but shooting cutting, and explosions when it starts."
He simply gave Barry some thoughts to chew on as he got up from his seat and stretched his neck, turning to look at the wonderful view of the plains, and then walked back into the house, leaving his teammate with one last message.
"For the rest of tonight, if Judgment Day isn't happening then don't bug me. Got it?"
"Whatever you say boss." Barry shook his head as Chris went back inside.
He found himself hustling over to Jill's room, a little eager to finish what they had started. He knocked on the door lightly.
"Who is it?"
"Oh come on. As if you didn't know. Should I submit a password too?" Chris rolled his eyes as he called out to her
"It'd be nice." Came Jill's voice from beyond the closed door.
"Open the damn door."
He guessed correct. As soon as Jill creaked open the door his hand reached out to her but she stopped him.
"Waitwaitwait cowboy. Before all that I've got to ask you something." Her soft voice demanded.
"What?" Chris was puzzled as to what could possibly be troubling her as well. Everyone seemed to have a problem with him these days, and he never really knew what was the case.
"I heard you talking with Barry." It sounded like she was getting at something rather serious.
"Well yes." Chris admitted " I suppose I was loud enough out on the front porch because I have absolutely no secrets from you. You know that."
"I do. I do." She nodded her head to assure him then paused in thought before taking a deep breath and sighing. "It's just that whenever I hear you talk about battle you seem so impassioned and it's really made me wonder throughout all of the time we've been together. I know this sounds annoying as hell for you to hear, but as a friend you know. If there's no secrets you wouldn't mind letting me know where your head's at.
She was expecting a rather perturbed response. Most people were easily ticked when they were asked something that they felt they had a right to keep to themselves but then real friends talked about these things didn't they? She looked in Chris's eyes. They had that confused look, and it seemed like he was about to come out with an irritated response or perhaps she was anticipating, and fearing an argument so much that she thought he was going to give a peeved response. Chris sighed
"I guess I really scared you when I left didn't I?" Chris gave her instead, a look of understanding. He knew what he had done when he left Raccoon, and he knew that she wanted to reach out to him before he left. It was kind of shitty to leave her alone they way he did.
Jill nodded her head. Her big, animated, shiny sapphire eyes gazing up at him.
"I'll swear to you right now that it'll never happen again. You've got me 24/7 now Jill. Like the marriage creed."
"Really?" She hoped that he meant what he had told her, because it was a really deep statement
"Have I ever lied to you?" He snickered before he asked her
"Oh don't get me started." She broke up. The words barely came out of her mouth. Chris chuckled knowing how that last one had backfired, and kept on laughing as she talked
"Believe you me. I've got a laundry list of your little white lies by now."
"All right then. Let me ask you this. What do you know about me that's true?" He quizzed her.
"That you still love me?" her eyebrows raised up. Her mouth twisted into a confused smile. She said she knew it, but her face sure didn't show it. Jill still needed some ultimate form of confirmation out of him.
" Bingo. Now knock this shit off and open the door please." He tired to inquire as politely as possible
The smile on her face was somewhat weak. The excitedness that he could just see in her stiff posture. Somewhat like a kid. Maybe she was only that way around him and attitude driven in public because he didn't care if she acted in such a way. The way she looked at him seemed so inviting. It was the way she went easier on him. That was one of the one hundred million reasons he loved her.
They held each other for a serious of short kisses, their breath, always the smell of candy that they never gave up on ever since their elementary school days. As Jill's smiles seemed to pull her lips away Chris kept trying to come forward. She laughed at him again.
"Well you're not helping it much are you?" He muttered
" I'm sorry."
One hand wrapped around her in a hug. The other stroking across the edge of her baby sized tank top reaching into the open space. He touched a tit and she noticed instantly. He didn't mind her occasional soft sighs or giggles whenever he reached into what proper people would call forbidden territory, but it made him wonder what past lovers found it completely distracting. Her skin smooth and even more interesting to touch. He had to lift up her top. She pulled it off and tossed it away, and already it sent another one of those chills down his back to have his eyes return to the very sight of her big twins, luscious legs and all. Sure, a person could write hundreds of pages of prose based of the beauty of her anatomy, but first hand observation seemed like a much better idea to him at the time. They jiggled as the bra came off. The pants unzipped and they fell to the floor. It only felt hotter as it went on.
"Your turn." She whispered and she proceeded to take off the muscle shirt. He rolled his eyes but hey. He knew that she really dug the muscles, and if it was enough to keep her in bed with him for a long time then who gave a rat's behind?
An hour later
" So that's it?" he asked
" Pretty much."
" Not bad. Not bad at all. You know I feel like I must've won a contest or something because I could have never predicted throughout my entire existence getting to be with someone like you. I've had the worst luck that a human being could possibly imagine."
" It's been all these months. You still think it's a dream that I'm here do you?" Jill questioned "Well try thinking about it this way. It's a blessing for me too."
" That's the hardest thing to believe about. I really don't think I'm anyone special. I've never done anything that's-"
"Except kill four tyrants."
"Oh please." Chris sucked in air through his teeth "That's something you brag about in bars. No historians'll believe such stories either."
" Whadya' mean?"
" It's an inside joke. Think." He told her
".Oh. You mean 'tyrants'. I'm not talking dictators you dummy." She stuffed the pillow on his face.
"I knew that." Came his muffled voice from behind it. They wrestled for awhile. After he had broken free, he sat up to get air and tagged her one last time the pillow.
" But getting back to the subject, maybe I could do something special like perhaps light the way through Umbrella HQ."
" You've been there?" She asked with her eyes wide ready for a horror tale to the extreme
" Yep, and let me tell you. It's even less pretty than what happened in Raccoon. We've got so many things ahead of us right now, the missions and all. Sometimes I don't even want to think about it. It's going to pretty dangerous you know. Jill?"
" Yeah?" She figured he was going to ask something important
" This is going to be the final one. When we go out to battle, could you promise me you'll stay by my side for the whole ride."
He just knew she would think that he was saying that since she was a girl she couldn't fight. Or because he loved her she couldn't fight, and she could probably read his eyes because he had no way of controlling his expressions when he asked something important. He was just readable. He didn't realize that she didn't want him to run away from her either.
" You know I will."
His head dumped back onto the bed. Her head across his chest. He put one arm around her whispering.
" Good girl."
Meanwhile..in Austria
The informant was dead in the alley. Even the CIA was apparently having trouble with this case because so many of their outside contacts and bribed people were split off into camps for or against the great umbrella. The labs were hidden so well, and rarely ever was there ever a moment that a spy had ever gotten out of Umbrella's labs and lived to talk about it. Trent examined the body. Hearing a noise down the alley had him diving for his 9mm. Not a sound more, and he was relieved. He had his gloves on digging in the man's pockets till he found the new virus sample. What a man would do for all the success and money that the earth would give. If you didn't put a leash on the greedy they would only come a step closer to letting the devil out of his cage, and such foolishness was about to literally bring zombie hell over Vienna the day after tommorow.
Trent knew that the S.T.A.R.S needed recooperation time. They well deserved it, and more people were coming but this had to be quick. The soliders had to be ready because the 12th hour was coming much closer than he'd first predicted.
Trent reholstered his pistol, glanced around and dissapeared into the night.