Jill looked over at the mini clock on the coffee table as she lay down on
the leather couch with her arms tucked snugly behind her head. It was 8:05,
and they still hadn't arrived, neither had the pizza delivery boy for that
matter. Apart from the noise of teenagers and partygoers outside, the
noises that were really distracting her was the sound of someone knocking
on all the doors outside. Rather then just a normal tap, it had been huge
thundering blows on the doors, which Jill could hear. And the knocking kept
getting closer. So close, that finally her own door made a crashing noises,
causing Jill to sit up straight.
The pizza boy might have forgotten what house she lived in again, she thought to herself as she got off the couch and made her way to the door. As she got closer, she heard whispering outside and a small giggle. And then it occurred to her, it was probably drunks just knocking on doors and running away. Still, she walked up to the door, and put her hand on the doorknob. She twisted it, and opened it slightly just so she could peek through. And standing outside was two grinning men holding some suitcases. They both looked like bums with their scruffed up hair and stubbly beards. One of them was Caucasian with a tan and the other one had light Indian skin.
Jill looked puzzled as there was a long pause and no one spoke, until the Indian looking one broke the ice with a strong Texas accent. "Well hey there missy, what be your name?" He said to her, still grinning with his pearly white teeth. "What's it to you?" she asked, getting highly suspicious. And then the other one lifted up a suitcase, and spoke with an Alabama accent. "We be here selling TRENT coats, the finest TRENT coats" He said, but saying the word Trent in a higher tone. "No thanks" Jill said, about to close the door when suddenly he grabbed her arm. She didn't have time to react, the shock of it caused her to freeze up. When she looked at him, she noticed he was looking at her shoulder, then realised he was looking at the S.T.A.R.S logo on her shirt.
He grinned at her, but still kept his grip. Then the Indian one's accent changed into an English accent. "Jill Valentine?" He asked, who was also still grinning. Jill nodded, not knowing whom they are or what they wanted to do with her. "Sorry for the scare darling" The other one said, whose accent had also changed into an English accent, although it was rough and made him sound like a pirate. He let her go and both of the men looked at each other with relief on their faces, before looking back to Jill. "We are the ones Trent sent. Sorry for the scare, our boss forgot to give us the actual door number you lived at" He said, smiling.
Jay saw how relieved Jill was when Jamie had told her who they were. And they too were relieved to have actually found the house. They had to keep knocking on doors pretending to be salesmen, and they had to pray that no one would actually want to buy a coat, considering they hardly had any spare clothes, since the rest of the suitcase was their equipment for the mission. But then again, whoever would want to buy a coat in this weather would have been a nutcase, both him and Jamie was sweating like Tyson on a rape charge. After a while, she finally opened the door and stepped back into her crib, motioning for him and Jamie to come inside, which they done, bringing in the huge suitcases with them.
"Nice American accents by the way" Jill said, as she walked over to a black couch in the room. "Yeah, we like to practice" Jay said, grinning to himself. Both him and Jamie had to study different accents and languages for covert operations. One reason why they didn't shave or cut their hair was because they knew they were going to Afghanistan, and were going to have to blend in to look like Afghans during their patrols. The only problem was, Jay's Arabic was shit and usually had to rely on Jamie to speak to the rag heads.
Jay liked the house. Decently spacious and liked how Jill had set up the coffee table and couches, like a little military meeting room. It had lots of documents and miscellaneous crap on it, and even better was a computer with printer and fax machine in the corner. As Jill sat on the couch, Jay and Jamie both set the suitcases down next to the table and sat down on the other couch opposite to her, where he took a good view on Jill. Extremely good looking, but he wasn't going to bother. There would be plenty of women in the nearby bar. "Right then. Nice to meet you Jill, I am Oliver but call my Jay". Jay had got his nickname back in the Royal Marines. He thought his name was too posh, so when he was in the clubs he would say his name was Jay just to get attention from the girls. But everyone just took the piss out of him for it and the name stuck ever since.
Jamie was still grinning, noticing that Jill was looking a little disappointed. "I'm Jamie. Together, me and Jay are known as The Dreaded J's" He said, smiling to himself. They got that nickname because whenever they were together, there was usually trouble. Jamie took one look at Jill and noticed that she was looking both disappointed and confused. "You look disappointed Jill. Why?" He asked, seeing that she was a little embarrassed to speak about it.
"Well, Trent said you were Special Forces, I just imagined." but before Jill could finish, Jay butted in. "You imagined 8 foot muscle ripped Americans with crew cuts and scars under our eyes?" He asked, still smiling. Jill laughed and just nodded. But Jamie could understand why she would think that. The movie industries just love to make things dramatic. Movies would show buffed up Americans holding two machine guns at a time killing millions of Vietnamese whilst shouting corny lines. It just didn't happen like that. "Only in the movies dear" Jamie said. After a few years of both men making it into the SAS, they had begun to rent out Chuck Norris Vietnam War films. But not to watch, but to get together in a large group and see who could spot the most mistakes, even though the whole film would be a huge mistake. And then whoever would find the most mistakes, would get a sum of cash.
"So Jill, Any questions?" Jamie asked, even though he knew she had millions of answers, but only a few he was allowed to answer. And she asked a question which Jamie expected to hear. "So, What special forces are you from? And why exactly are English people involved on this?" she asked, with her face still in a confused state. "SAS, Special Air Service. The first and most elite Special Forces up to date. We are involved because we too have suffered from virus incidents, just like you."
Jill listened to Jamie carefully, whilst Jay nodded to his words. She had remembered something about the SAS being the soldiers that made the MP5 famous. But for soldiers that were from the most elite force in the world, they didn't look all that tough. But so far she liked them. Although she didn't know them properly yet, she felt that they were good people. And she especially liked Jamie; She thought his accent was hilarious. She remembered seeing a British gangster film a while ago called Snatch. Jamie spoke like that gangster Turkish, and Jay spoke like the little one Tommy. "So what do you mean by virus incident?" Jill asked.
"Well, we were in Afghanistan right? Doing these seek and destroy missions. We had known for a while that the Anthrax materials those Afghans were making, were actually coming from Umbrella. So we go into this cave right". "Well a mountain cave" Jay butted in. "Yeah a mountain cave. And all this stuff happens, just like what happened to you in Raccoon" Jamie continued. Jill didn't know how they knew about Raccoon, and she didn't know what else they knew. But it was good to know they had the same experience as her, and she wasn't going to ask about what happened to the eight-man team. But it explained how they knew who she was. Jamie had recognised the S.T.A.R.S logo on her shirt.
"So do you guys know what is to be done?" Jill asked, looking at both of them, still trying to grasp the fact that they were war veterans. "A bit. We know that you want us to spy on someone near here, but we need to know who and what we are trying to find out" Jay said. Jill reached over the table and took off a few sheets of paper on the pile of documents, before taking out an enlarged photo and placing it in front of Jay and Jamie. The picture was of a Caucasian man with long brown hair, later thirties. Kind of looked like Christian Bale. "Peter White. Foreign advisor of Umbrella. Usually Umbrella employees don't know anything. But Trent told me this one is involved in the dirty work. He can have vital information whether it is the locations of labs or viral progress news. He is currently staying at the hotel across the road for about a month."
Jill watched them, as they studied the photo nodding. "Fuck me, he looks like that bloke from American Psycho, don't he?" Jamie suddenly said, laughing to himself. Jay nodded too "Oh yeah! That nutter who shagged those women then slotted them". Jill didn't understand what the hell they were saying. But she was quite glad that they weren't afraid to use obscenities. But to change the subject, she looked at the suitcases in curiosity and then spoke. "Why so many suitcases? I doubt its full of clothes and shampoo" she said, trying to make a joke which failed. But both men smiled anyway, looked at each other, then gave a mischievous grin.
The pizza boy might have forgotten what house she lived in again, she thought to herself as she got off the couch and made her way to the door. As she got closer, she heard whispering outside and a small giggle. And then it occurred to her, it was probably drunks just knocking on doors and running away. Still, she walked up to the door, and put her hand on the doorknob. She twisted it, and opened it slightly just so she could peek through. And standing outside was two grinning men holding some suitcases. They both looked like bums with their scruffed up hair and stubbly beards. One of them was Caucasian with a tan and the other one had light Indian skin.
Jill looked puzzled as there was a long pause and no one spoke, until the Indian looking one broke the ice with a strong Texas accent. "Well hey there missy, what be your name?" He said to her, still grinning with his pearly white teeth. "What's it to you?" she asked, getting highly suspicious. And then the other one lifted up a suitcase, and spoke with an Alabama accent. "We be here selling TRENT coats, the finest TRENT coats" He said, but saying the word Trent in a higher tone. "No thanks" Jill said, about to close the door when suddenly he grabbed her arm. She didn't have time to react, the shock of it caused her to freeze up. When she looked at him, she noticed he was looking at her shoulder, then realised he was looking at the S.T.A.R.S logo on her shirt.
He grinned at her, but still kept his grip. Then the Indian one's accent changed into an English accent. "Jill Valentine?" He asked, who was also still grinning. Jill nodded, not knowing whom they are or what they wanted to do with her. "Sorry for the scare darling" The other one said, whose accent had also changed into an English accent, although it was rough and made him sound like a pirate. He let her go and both of the men looked at each other with relief on their faces, before looking back to Jill. "We are the ones Trent sent. Sorry for the scare, our boss forgot to give us the actual door number you lived at" He said, smiling.
Jay saw how relieved Jill was when Jamie had told her who they were. And they too were relieved to have actually found the house. They had to keep knocking on doors pretending to be salesmen, and they had to pray that no one would actually want to buy a coat, considering they hardly had any spare clothes, since the rest of the suitcase was their equipment for the mission. But then again, whoever would want to buy a coat in this weather would have been a nutcase, both him and Jamie was sweating like Tyson on a rape charge. After a while, she finally opened the door and stepped back into her crib, motioning for him and Jamie to come inside, which they done, bringing in the huge suitcases with them.
"Nice American accents by the way" Jill said, as she walked over to a black couch in the room. "Yeah, we like to practice" Jay said, grinning to himself. Both him and Jamie had to study different accents and languages for covert operations. One reason why they didn't shave or cut their hair was because they knew they were going to Afghanistan, and were going to have to blend in to look like Afghans during their patrols. The only problem was, Jay's Arabic was shit and usually had to rely on Jamie to speak to the rag heads.
Jay liked the house. Decently spacious and liked how Jill had set up the coffee table and couches, like a little military meeting room. It had lots of documents and miscellaneous crap on it, and even better was a computer with printer and fax machine in the corner. As Jill sat on the couch, Jay and Jamie both set the suitcases down next to the table and sat down on the other couch opposite to her, where he took a good view on Jill. Extremely good looking, but he wasn't going to bother. There would be plenty of women in the nearby bar. "Right then. Nice to meet you Jill, I am Oliver but call my Jay". Jay had got his nickname back in the Royal Marines. He thought his name was too posh, so when he was in the clubs he would say his name was Jay just to get attention from the girls. But everyone just took the piss out of him for it and the name stuck ever since.
Jamie was still grinning, noticing that Jill was looking a little disappointed. "I'm Jamie. Together, me and Jay are known as The Dreaded J's" He said, smiling to himself. They got that nickname because whenever they were together, there was usually trouble. Jamie took one look at Jill and noticed that she was looking both disappointed and confused. "You look disappointed Jill. Why?" He asked, seeing that she was a little embarrassed to speak about it.
"Well, Trent said you were Special Forces, I just imagined." but before Jill could finish, Jay butted in. "You imagined 8 foot muscle ripped Americans with crew cuts and scars under our eyes?" He asked, still smiling. Jill laughed and just nodded. But Jamie could understand why she would think that. The movie industries just love to make things dramatic. Movies would show buffed up Americans holding two machine guns at a time killing millions of Vietnamese whilst shouting corny lines. It just didn't happen like that. "Only in the movies dear" Jamie said. After a few years of both men making it into the SAS, they had begun to rent out Chuck Norris Vietnam War films. But not to watch, but to get together in a large group and see who could spot the most mistakes, even though the whole film would be a huge mistake. And then whoever would find the most mistakes, would get a sum of cash.
"So Jill, Any questions?" Jamie asked, even though he knew she had millions of answers, but only a few he was allowed to answer. And she asked a question which Jamie expected to hear. "So, What special forces are you from? And why exactly are English people involved on this?" she asked, with her face still in a confused state. "SAS, Special Air Service. The first and most elite Special Forces up to date. We are involved because we too have suffered from virus incidents, just like you."
Jill listened to Jamie carefully, whilst Jay nodded to his words. She had remembered something about the SAS being the soldiers that made the MP5 famous. But for soldiers that were from the most elite force in the world, they didn't look all that tough. But so far she liked them. Although she didn't know them properly yet, she felt that they were good people. And she especially liked Jamie; She thought his accent was hilarious. She remembered seeing a British gangster film a while ago called Snatch. Jamie spoke like that gangster Turkish, and Jay spoke like the little one Tommy. "So what do you mean by virus incident?" Jill asked.
"Well, we were in Afghanistan right? Doing these seek and destroy missions. We had known for a while that the Anthrax materials those Afghans were making, were actually coming from Umbrella. So we go into this cave right". "Well a mountain cave" Jay butted in. "Yeah a mountain cave. And all this stuff happens, just like what happened to you in Raccoon" Jamie continued. Jill didn't know how they knew about Raccoon, and she didn't know what else they knew. But it was good to know they had the same experience as her, and she wasn't going to ask about what happened to the eight-man team. But it explained how they knew who she was. Jamie had recognised the S.T.A.R.S logo on her shirt.
"So do you guys know what is to be done?" Jill asked, looking at both of them, still trying to grasp the fact that they were war veterans. "A bit. We know that you want us to spy on someone near here, but we need to know who and what we are trying to find out" Jay said. Jill reached over the table and took off a few sheets of paper on the pile of documents, before taking out an enlarged photo and placing it in front of Jay and Jamie. The picture was of a Caucasian man with long brown hair, later thirties. Kind of looked like Christian Bale. "Peter White. Foreign advisor of Umbrella. Usually Umbrella employees don't know anything. But Trent told me this one is involved in the dirty work. He can have vital information whether it is the locations of labs or viral progress news. He is currently staying at the hotel across the road for about a month."
Jill watched them, as they studied the photo nodding. "Fuck me, he looks like that bloke from American Psycho, don't he?" Jamie suddenly said, laughing to himself. Jay nodded too "Oh yeah! That nutter who shagged those women then slotted them". Jill didn't understand what the hell they were saying. But she was quite glad that they weren't afraid to use obscenities. But to change the subject, she looked at the suitcases in curiosity and then spoke. "Why so many suitcases? I doubt its full of clothes and shampoo" she said, trying to make a joke which failed. But both men smiled anyway, looked at each other, then gave a mischievous grin.
