First off I want to apologise about the lack of paragraphs in the last 3
chapters. Microsoft Word went tits up on me, but hopefully I have fixed the
problem. Replying to PrincessMercury's review, They will be in my sequel,
when I decide to make it. There will be a bit of contact from Rebecca
later on, but sadly it won't be in person. And remember this is taking
place just two weeks after the war on Afghanistan, so they are a few years
older now
4 Hours Later.
Jill was now properly dressed. Although the weather was hot, she wasn't going to wear her usual black skirt and blue tube top. Especially since she was meeting two new guys, and didn't want to give the impression that she was a slut. Instead she wore her blue jeans and old blue S.T.A.R.S shirt that she had kept since her RPD days.
It was now 7:45pm, and they would be there within 15 minutes. She should really check the refrigerator to see if there was anything for them to eat, considering she knew how plane food was vile. So she walked out of the living room, and into a small kitchen, where there was a few chopping desks, a refrigerator in the corner with a freezer next to it, and an oven with shelves hanging above it. But when she stepped over to the refrigerator and opened it, there was nothing prepared. Egg's, a bucket of KFC left over from earlier and a whole bunch of sauce bottles, which the names she couldn't even pronounce. She sighed and closed the refrigerator door, before walking back into the living room and sitting on the couch that was parallel with the second couch and table.
She looked at a bunch of old letters and documents on the table, and reached over and grabbed them. She began to flick through them, going through pamphlets of restaurants and surf gear when she came across the local pizza hut delivery. "Well, they cant live off scraps of chicken. Better order something." She said to herself as she got off the couch and walked towards the phone that was connected to the wall.
Jamie's arse was beginning to ache. Both him and Jamie had been riding in the back of a roofless 4x4 driven by a guy named Jose. He was a skinny hippie guy who was a tanned Latino, with a black ponytail and wearing a grey vest which showed off his several tattoo's on his arms of skulls and spanish writing which Jamie understood most of. The guy couldn't stop talking and it was actually starting to get on Jamie's nerves, although by the look of Jay's expressions he was loving how dramatic the guy was being just because it was the first time he had spoke met English people.
"Great view huh?" Jose shouted out over the noise of the 4x4's powerful engine and the noise of people talking, shouting and laughing. "Yeah!" Jay shouted back, holding onto the side bar for dear life. Jamie had to admit, the view was pleasant and it was exactly Jay and Jamie's sort of place. Just a pity they had things to do for them to enjoy too much of it. They were driving down a quite empty road. Only a few cars would drive bye very now and again, most of them hot rods with a bunch of party mad college students in the back. On either side of them were rows of buildings and shops, with all different flashing lights of advertisement signs and disco lights coming from local bars and clubs. Men were walking around in shorts and shirts, and most women or girls even were wearing their outgoing party outfits. Most people had bottles of booze in their hands and a lot of them were drunk, shouting and cheering. Have a good time.
"So why you guys out here?" Jose asked, his voice aching to sound tough to impress the tourists. Jamie would handle this, and Jay took the hint just by looking at him. "We're here for the tits and arse Jose, just the tits and arse". Jay nodded in approval and put on a smile, before adding in his own piece. "We're also here for the drinking". "Oh you guys are cool man! Real cool. We have some awesome places around here for tits, ass and beer!" Jose shouted out. "Lovely." Jamie whispered over to Jay, hoping that Jose wasn't going to give them a list of whore houses, like he had given them a whole lists of surf board shops. Jay had mentioned about surfing in Miami just to make a friendly conversation, and suddenly Jose thought he wanted to be a bloody professional surfer. It wasn't that Jamie was being a bastard, he just didn't like hippies.
When he had finished training and became an official paratrooper at the age of 18, he had a month home leave to visit family. Jamie didn't get on well with family, so he instead went to a pub in London still in his military uniform where he walked right into a hippie demonstration march. Hundreds in their crowds, dressed like homeless people and smelling of shit as they all spotted him and chased him down Oxford Street, calling him a baby killer and Satan.
Jay loved this guy. He was so dramatic and fucked up on whatever drugs he had been taking. Jose kind of reminded Jay of a man he and Jamie had to train in Columbia. At that time, There was the whole drug lord thing in Columbia and Jamie and Jay along with some other SAS guys had been sent out there to train some Guerrilla's to fight off the drug baron and his terrorist army. The guy even spoke like him, a Columbian fucked up on caffeine that was aching his arse to shoot something. Every morning roll call before training he would run up to either him or Jamie with his AK-74 ready to take on an army as he asked them if they should go out on a seek and destroy mission. In the end, that young man had been killed in the first major shoot out they had with the drug lords. Jay didn't know why Jamie was acting a bit pissed off. Maybe it was too do with his hatred against skaters, hippies and surfers or whatever they called themselves. Jay was giggling in his mind though, Every time Jose said some corny, Jamie's face would go sour as if he had been sucking lemons.
Jay's contemplating soon stopped as the 4x4 suddenly halted to a stop which propelled both him and Jamie onto the floor. "Here you go guys, Enjoy your stay" Jose said, with a Cheshire cat grin. Jamie and Jay both got back up on their knees and climbed over the side of the jeep, Jamie being the one to drag out the four suitcases. Jay sighed as he stretched out his legs and stepped over to the driver's door. "So how much does this all come to?" Jay asked, reaching into his pocket. "Oh no, You got the ride for free since you were on first class" He replied, pulling the gear stick to drive. "Oh lovely, well cheers and goodbye" Jay said as he took his hand back out of his pocket and began to walk away. Jay didn't even get the thought of tipping him, instead he walked over the road to see a strangely walking Jamie. His legs were wide apart as he tried to walk forward, side shifting whilst doing so. Obviously from the rough journey.
"Your walking as if you spent a night in prison with four Hillbillies" Jay joked as he walked over to his friend, taking in the view whilst at it. They had somehow drove to a row of houses without noticing. By the sight of buildings over the houses, it was obvious that they were surrounded by the city whilst this street of about 20 houses in total was the local living area. But what caught Jay's attention the most was one of the houses actually connected to a rather large plaza. It was about 150 foot tall, with long glass windows and balconies with palm tree's on them. In the centre of the hotel was a lit up banner, which displayed the hotel name, "The Sunville Hotel".
Jamie's muscles were seriously aching. And Jay wasn't half-wrong, he actually felt like some untamed animals had shagged him. But atleast that Jose was long gone, now all that was left was to find which crib was Jill's and they could have an introduction then a sleep, he was quite tired. Jamie looked around at the houses, taking in a brief view. Most of them were just painted white, with a tiled roof, all of them bungalows. They had a small few meters of grass in front of the horse, which was supposed to be a shabby lawn, which had a concrete walkway up to the doors. "Well then, Lets get cracking young man" Jamie said, as he picked up the two heavy suitcases, and left the other two for Jay to pick up.
"What one is it?" He heard Jay say, turning around to see him picking up the other two suitcases. But Jamie didn't know either. Davies had told them the street, but forgot to tell them what door it was. Such a little mistake had now put them in the shit. They were there to do an OP job on an Umbrella employee. They couldn't just go around knocking all the doors asking if they were a Jill Valentine. It would compromise them to shit.
"Well this is comical. We come here all tooled up and don't even know what fucking house it is" Jamie said. Of course, they had no choice but to knock on all doors. But they could not mention the name Jill Valentine, they would have to try some other way to find out if the person who's door they work knocking on, was the right woman.
4 Hours Later.
Jill was now properly dressed. Although the weather was hot, she wasn't going to wear her usual black skirt and blue tube top. Especially since she was meeting two new guys, and didn't want to give the impression that she was a slut. Instead she wore her blue jeans and old blue S.T.A.R.S shirt that she had kept since her RPD days.
It was now 7:45pm, and they would be there within 15 minutes. She should really check the refrigerator to see if there was anything for them to eat, considering she knew how plane food was vile. So she walked out of the living room, and into a small kitchen, where there was a few chopping desks, a refrigerator in the corner with a freezer next to it, and an oven with shelves hanging above it. But when she stepped over to the refrigerator and opened it, there was nothing prepared. Egg's, a bucket of KFC left over from earlier and a whole bunch of sauce bottles, which the names she couldn't even pronounce. She sighed and closed the refrigerator door, before walking back into the living room and sitting on the couch that was parallel with the second couch and table.
She looked at a bunch of old letters and documents on the table, and reached over and grabbed them. She began to flick through them, going through pamphlets of restaurants and surf gear when she came across the local pizza hut delivery. "Well, they cant live off scraps of chicken. Better order something." She said to herself as she got off the couch and walked towards the phone that was connected to the wall.
Jamie's arse was beginning to ache. Both him and Jamie had been riding in the back of a roofless 4x4 driven by a guy named Jose. He was a skinny hippie guy who was a tanned Latino, with a black ponytail and wearing a grey vest which showed off his several tattoo's on his arms of skulls and spanish writing which Jamie understood most of. The guy couldn't stop talking and it was actually starting to get on Jamie's nerves, although by the look of Jay's expressions he was loving how dramatic the guy was being just because it was the first time he had spoke met English people.
"Great view huh?" Jose shouted out over the noise of the 4x4's powerful engine and the noise of people talking, shouting and laughing. "Yeah!" Jay shouted back, holding onto the side bar for dear life. Jamie had to admit, the view was pleasant and it was exactly Jay and Jamie's sort of place. Just a pity they had things to do for them to enjoy too much of it. They were driving down a quite empty road. Only a few cars would drive bye very now and again, most of them hot rods with a bunch of party mad college students in the back. On either side of them were rows of buildings and shops, with all different flashing lights of advertisement signs and disco lights coming from local bars and clubs. Men were walking around in shorts and shirts, and most women or girls even were wearing their outgoing party outfits. Most people had bottles of booze in their hands and a lot of them were drunk, shouting and cheering. Have a good time.
"So why you guys out here?" Jose asked, his voice aching to sound tough to impress the tourists. Jamie would handle this, and Jay took the hint just by looking at him. "We're here for the tits and arse Jose, just the tits and arse". Jay nodded in approval and put on a smile, before adding in his own piece. "We're also here for the drinking". "Oh you guys are cool man! Real cool. We have some awesome places around here for tits, ass and beer!" Jose shouted out. "Lovely." Jamie whispered over to Jay, hoping that Jose wasn't going to give them a list of whore houses, like he had given them a whole lists of surf board shops. Jay had mentioned about surfing in Miami just to make a friendly conversation, and suddenly Jose thought he wanted to be a bloody professional surfer. It wasn't that Jamie was being a bastard, he just didn't like hippies.
When he had finished training and became an official paratrooper at the age of 18, he had a month home leave to visit family. Jamie didn't get on well with family, so he instead went to a pub in London still in his military uniform where he walked right into a hippie demonstration march. Hundreds in their crowds, dressed like homeless people and smelling of shit as they all spotted him and chased him down Oxford Street, calling him a baby killer and Satan.
Jay loved this guy. He was so dramatic and fucked up on whatever drugs he had been taking. Jose kind of reminded Jay of a man he and Jamie had to train in Columbia. At that time, There was the whole drug lord thing in Columbia and Jamie and Jay along with some other SAS guys had been sent out there to train some Guerrilla's to fight off the drug baron and his terrorist army. The guy even spoke like him, a Columbian fucked up on caffeine that was aching his arse to shoot something. Every morning roll call before training he would run up to either him or Jamie with his AK-74 ready to take on an army as he asked them if they should go out on a seek and destroy mission. In the end, that young man had been killed in the first major shoot out they had with the drug lords. Jay didn't know why Jamie was acting a bit pissed off. Maybe it was too do with his hatred against skaters, hippies and surfers or whatever they called themselves. Jay was giggling in his mind though, Every time Jose said some corny, Jamie's face would go sour as if he had been sucking lemons.
Jay's contemplating soon stopped as the 4x4 suddenly halted to a stop which propelled both him and Jamie onto the floor. "Here you go guys, Enjoy your stay" Jose said, with a Cheshire cat grin. Jamie and Jay both got back up on their knees and climbed over the side of the jeep, Jamie being the one to drag out the four suitcases. Jay sighed as he stretched out his legs and stepped over to the driver's door. "So how much does this all come to?" Jay asked, reaching into his pocket. "Oh no, You got the ride for free since you were on first class" He replied, pulling the gear stick to drive. "Oh lovely, well cheers and goodbye" Jay said as he took his hand back out of his pocket and began to walk away. Jay didn't even get the thought of tipping him, instead he walked over the road to see a strangely walking Jamie. His legs were wide apart as he tried to walk forward, side shifting whilst doing so. Obviously from the rough journey.
"Your walking as if you spent a night in prison with four Hillbillies" Jay joked as he walked over to his friend, taking in the view whilst at it. They had somehow drove to a row of houses without noticing. By the sight of buildings over the houses, it was obvious that they were surrounded by the city whilst this street of about 20 houses in total was the local living area. But what caught Jay's attention the most was one of the houses actually connected to a rather large plaza. It was about 150 foot tall, with long glass windows and balconies with palm tree's on them. In the centre of the hotel was a lit up banner, which displayed the hotel name, "The Sunville Hotel".
Jamie's muscles were seriously aching. And Jay wasn't half-wrong, he actually felt like some untamed animals had shagged him. But atleast that Jose was long gone, now all that was left was to find which crib was Jill's and they could have an introduction then a sleep, he was quite tired. Jamie looked around at the houses, taking in a brief view. Most of them were just painted white, with a tiled roof, all of them bungalows. They had a small few meters of grass in front of the horse, which was supposed to be a shabby lawn, which had a concrete walkway up to the doors. "Well then, Lets get cracking young man" Jamie said, as he picked up the two heavy suitcases, and left the other two for Jay to pick up.
"What one is it?" He heard Jay say, turning around to see him picking up the other two suitcases. But Jamie didn't know either. Davies had told them the street, but forgot to tell them what door it was. Such a little mistake had now put them in the shit. They were there to do an OP job on an Umbrella employee. They couldn't just go around knocking all the doors asking if they were a Jill Valentine. It would compromise them to shit.
"Well this is comical. We come here all tooled up and don't even know what fucking house it is" Jamie said. Of course, they had no choice but to knock on all doors. But they could not mention the name Jill Valentine, they would have to try some other way to find out if the person who's door they work knocking on, was the right woman.
