Letters to a Soldier, Part II

By: Hotaru

Orion's Shadow- Me too! You know, I started to write a fic, and I thought it was really good, but it was about Jill joining, and Becca had already joined...and then I read up and found out Becca was the last person to join, yadda yadda, so...I don't know what I'm going to do with that one.

Freak An A Half- I agree. I figure I can make them however I want, and no one can complain since no one knows how they were since they die like...immediately.

Luckie- Thank you! Hoy? What do you mean by Hoy?

Visions of Malice- Squealing is fun! if you do it in public, people will look at you!

Notes: Same as previous chapter, except I stole the idea to comment to my reviewers from Proudly Pinoy. Ha.

--5:30 P.M.--

"So how long do you guys think she'll last?" Joseph Frost asked over a cup of coffee.

"Few weeks. She's too soft." Forest Speyer bet.

"You guys are such assholes." Jill Valentine spat, crossing her arms.

"I think she'll do good. You saw her move today." Chris Redfield said, leaning back in his chair.

The Alpha and Bravo teams had gotten together at a coffee house after Rebecca's trial, since they were all together anyway. "Do you think Enrico would have recruited a wussy?" Brad Vickers questioned.

"Obviously not. And _that's_ why I think she'll kick all of your asses the next trial we have." Chris grinned.

"Well _you're_ awfully confident, Redfield. You got a crush or something?" Jill questioned, raising her eyebrows with a seductive grin.

"Gotta admit, she was pretty cute, for a kid." Joseph remarked.

Scoffing, Jill slumped back in her chair. "You're all pigs. I expected more for _you_ Chris." She remarked, before standing up, and brushing past them.

"Look at the ass on that one." Forest murmured as Jill huffed out of the coffee house.

"Jesus, Frost." Chris spat, getting up and going after her.

Jill sighed, fumbling with her car keys. She heard foot steps behind her, that stopped, and a hand rested on her shoulder. "Jill, forget about them. They're just..guys." Chris said.

"And so are you, Chris, or have you forgotten that?" Jill spat.

"Not all guys are jerks, Jill. Haven't I proven that to you?"

Turning, Jill crossed her arms and leaned on her car. "Sure. But when everyone's hanging out, you act just like them." She reminded him.

"Do I? I'm sorry if I offended ya, Jill. Is something wrong? You've seemed pretty out of it today." Chris asked. Sighing, Jill shrugged. Pushing herself off the car, she walked slowly, with Chris by her side.

"I don't know. I just feel...like I don't really know anyone. Since this Rebecca girl has come, all everyone talks about is how cute she is, or how fast she can run." Jill said softly.

"You're jealous? No way." Chris said with a smile.

"I'm not jealous! I just..thought we'd talk about other stuff. Since when do we talk about work when we hang out?"

"Well, this is pretty big. A new member of S.T.A.R.S.. It hasn't happened in the longest. It'll pass, don't worry."

Jill turned around and smiled. "What's your opinion of her?" She asked.

"Aah..well..sure she can run, but can she fight? I mean you could kick my ass anytime, so I think you have a one-up on her already. Besides, I like you better." Chris drawled.

"You're trying to suck up to me aren't you?"

"Sure, why not? Come on back inside, show 'em how tough you are."

Grinning, Chris offered Jill his arm. She took it and followed him inside. "Hey! There she is! We were just talking about you, Jill!" The coffee house sort of erupted into "Hey!"'s as Jill and Chris returned.

"Oh really? What did you say about me?" Jill asked.

"You know, the usual. Mostly about your ass." Richard snickered. Jill rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm sure." She drawled.

The waitress walked by with their check, and everyone coughed up a few bucks to pay. "Alright, who needs a ride home?" Brad asked, as they started to shift out of the booth.

"I've got my car, and about a mile's worth of gas." Jill answered.

"Well, I live near you. Can I hitch a ride?" Kenneth asked.

"Sure. Anyone else?" Jill asked.

Everyone else went with Brad and his giant, gas guzzling SUV. "I guess he feels safe driving that big heap of metal." Jill remarked, climbing into her car.

"That wouldn't suprise me." Kenneth remarked, looking out the window.

"Yeah. Good ol' Chicken heart. What street is your house on?"

"Oh, turn right up here."

"What's your opinion of Rebecca?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, you're the quiet one, so I figure you have the most to say." Jill said with a smile.

Kenneth chuckled slightly as Jill pulled in front of his house. "I think she'll do alright. We could use a medic on the team. Thanks for the ride, Jill. See you tomorrow." He replied, before climbing out of the car.

"Right...see you." Jill called.

*-*

--6:00 P.M.--

Dinner at the Chambers household was oddly quiet. Peter Chambers had been home for dinner twice that week, and yet Rebecca couldn't wait to escape to her room. "So you went through with that test today, huh? Your mother was telling me.." he remarked, not reading a newspaper for once.

"Yeah. It went well. They're going to call me once they know if I passed or not." Rebecca replied, shifting the food on her plate around.

"Well, at least it's a back up job. Why don't you just come to work with me at the office? You will be paid--"

"Don't try to convince me with money, Dad. Money isn't the issue. I want excitement, and adventure, and...I don't want to be stuck in an office all day."

"Don't you know how dangerous it is to be a cop? Have you listened to your Uncle Bill's stories?! You hear about all the deaths on the police force, and you still went through with that stupid test!"

Rebecca pushed her chair out from under the table. "Thanks for dinner, Mom. I'll eat the rest later when I don't feel like throwing up." She said calmly, leaving her father flabbergasted.

"Rebecca, sweet heart wait a sec." Deb Chambers called, going after her daughter.

"What?"

"Your father has been pestering you about working at his office for weeks now. He _really_ wishes you'd just try it out."

"But mom, I have! And I hated it. It's so boring, and I don't know how he can do it all day! Why can't he just let me do what I want?"

Sighing, Deb hugged her daughter tightly. "Be careful. Don't get yourself killed." She said, before turning away and returning to the kitchen. Shaking her head, Rebecca went up to her room. Enrico was supposed to be calling her with the details, and she didn't want her parents answering the phone. She changed into her pajamas, and scanned the radio stations for anything good. Grumbling, she slapped the radio off and flopped on her bed. She stared at the ceiling, imagining what her life would be like as a member of S.T.A.R.S.. /Some of the guys were kind of cute..but there's only one other girl besides me. They _seem_ nice enough.../

With a deep sigh, Rebecca rolled over and stared at her phone. /Enrico _did_ say he would call tonight, right?/

--10:00 P.M.--

Finally, the phone rang as Rebecca was getting ready to go to bed. "Hello?" She greeted, picking up the phone on the first ring.

"Hey, Rebecca, it's Enrico. I'm sorry to make you wait so long, but we just were assigned something big, and we've been dealing with this since we went back to HQ." Enrico replied.

"Oh, that's ok. What's the assignment?"

"Gruesome murders just a little outside Raccoon City. We've been sent to investigate. I'd hate to assign you to something dangerous on your first day. You think you can handle it?"

Rebecca bit her lip. She wasn't sure if she could actually help investigate "gruesome murders". But, she did agreee to be a member of S.T.A.R.S.

"Yeah, sure. I can handle it. What are we going to have to do?" Rebecca answered finally.

"Well, that's what we're not sure of. Like I said, we've been going over protocol and shit since we came back from your test. It seems like the Bravo team is going to go in to investigate. If you want out, now's the time to tell me."

"...No. No, I'll stay. Just tell me what to do."

"Alright. Come down to the office tomorrow morning, around ten or so, and we'll brief you on what we know so far."

"Okay, sounds simple enough. Do you have any idea what could have caused these murders?"

Enrico sighed, and paused. "Not really. The initial police report said that it looked like the victims had be eaten to death." He answered.

"Oh...oh, wow. Ah..like by dogs or something?" Rebecca asked nervously.

"No. The bite marks didn't match those that a canine would leave. We'll talk more in the morning. Just, rest up, and we'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Alright. Thanks, Enrico."

"Sure. See you tomorrow."

Haning up, Rebecca frowned and sighed. /Have I gotten in over my head here? I mean, running after cons is one thing, but murderers?/

TBC