Two Days Later.

Jill cringed as she awoke to the usual morning wake up call. The electronic alarm clock buzzing furiously on the small table beside her bed. With her eyes still closed, she moved her arm over to the table and fiddled around with the small black rectangle clock, until her finger pressed the off button, which stopped the noise. She then opened her eyes, looking directly at the window, which cast a bright light over her. She groaned as she struggled to get up, flinging the covers off her as she groggily walked out of the almost empty bedroom. She was dressed in what she had slept in last night, which were a pair of blue shorts and a grey shirt. She had kept her hair short at shoulder length, and was grateful that she didn't look any different then she had done 3 years ago. She stepped out of her room into the rather spacious living room. She felt lucky that Barry had found her quite a large safe house, especially one in Miami half a mile from the beach. And she had hit the jackpot when Trent had contacted her and told her that a very important Umbrella employee was having a holiday in a hotel on the same block as her. Trent had also offered her some expert people to help her in the quest for finding out information on this man, whether it is locations in Europe, discs or any vital documents. She had met up with Trent on the beach last night when it was dark, where he had confirmed that he had got her some experts to help her out and that they would be there the next day at around 7pm. Not only were they experts, but apparently Special Forces. Jill knew there was someone up there that liked her when she heard the word. She had seen a few movies about Special Forces. Guys that were ripped with muscle and took on fifty bad guys at once whilst only armed with a kitchen knife. The living room had a glass rectangular table about a meter and a half long in the centre of the room, with two seated black couches on either side. There was a fan on the ceiling, which were spinning, and a desk in the corner of the room with a computer, fax and printing machine along with a digital camera which she would usually contact the others on. Jill didn't really care about sorting the joint out to look nice. She wouldn't be there any longer then two months, and she wasn't the sort of person to impress two special forces soldiers. Especially when they were probably used to leaving in man made tents out of goatskin and the likes. It was 8am and she had until 8pm. She thought she might aswell inform the others about what was happening whilst she waited.