STARS hideout
Genoa, Italy
1750 hours, 25/10/2003 "Dinner is ready," Carlos called out. "I made some pasta and something else special. I think you guys will like it." "Leon, Rebecca, Christina," Chris said, "are you joining us for something to eat?" "We really should be going." Christina said, giving Chris a peck on the cheek. "There are a lot of things that need to be attended to in our labs, and we were lucky to convince Trent to even let us off today." "Oh come on." Carlos yelled, having overheard the conversation. I made extra for you guys, and I'm sure you would enjoy what I made. So please, stay." Leon, Rebecca and Christina reluctantly sat down at the table, it would be rude to go now that Carlos had made extra and gone to the trouble of preparing something special for them. "Alright," Rebecca said, "but we really should go after we're done." "Thankyou." Chris said, before sitting down with them. Carlos brought out plates of pasta for each of them, which, after long periods of eating nothing but military rations, was heaven. Carlos had gone through a great deal of effort to prepare this meal, and it was much appreciated, Jill, Claire, Rebecca, Leon and Christina all ate readily. Chris was a lucky guy to live with such a talented cook. After the pasta was finished, Carlos carried out a massive white cake with fruit arranged on the top. "What is that?!" Claire asked. "It looks weird." "Pavlova," Chris answered his sister, "Carlos learnt how to make it when we were in Australia." "Yep," Carlos said, taking a seat next to Jill and Leon. "God I love Melbourne, when this shit is all over and done with, Melbourne is my choice of home." "No way!" Chris scorned, "we all know which country is the best!" "And which one is that," Leon asked, through a mouthful of Pavlova. "The mighty United States of America. Come on, everybody wants to be American" Chris replied, lifting his fist. "No way!" Jill said. "Deutschland forever!" Claire made a Nazi salute and shouted "heil Hitler." "God Claire!!! You're supposed to be on my side here, its your brother we're talking about." Rebecca smirked at Jills expense. "Leave it alone then, we'll just say that Umbrella are from the USA, and the Nazis are from Germany, so call it a one all draw and say Denmark." With that, the conversation degenerated into a sledging match between the four countries. Leon checked his watch. "Hey guys, I guess we should really be going now, we've got a rapido to catch to Naples and a cruise to Malta.' "Well, good luck, and have a safe journey. Godspeed." Claire wished them off. "Thanks, same to you, we'll see what we can do about whoever is giving us in to Umbrella." Christina said, before hoisting a small backpack with her belongings onto her shoulders and exiting via the front door. The others did the same, and Chris closed the door behind them. "Thanks for your hospitality Chris," Jill said to Chris. "But we should really go and see Trent sometime as well." "The train leaves in an hour, you need to be there 30 minutes before it leaves, and it takes 20 minutes to get to the station, so if you're going to leave, you should catch up to them." Chris suggested. "But you're welcome to stay with us, after all, Carlos misses you." "Gee, really sorry to break his heart then, bye." Jill said, checking her wallet for fake identity. Claire checked hers and the two women left. Their friends were nowhere in sight. "We should pick up the pace, or catch a cab there." Claire suggested. Jill nodded, "lets pick up the pace then, I don't want to have my face on camera in the back of a cab, and besides, we don't even speak Italian." Claire just nodded and started walking briskly. But their knowledge of the Genoan streets was lacking, and without the benefits of speaking Italian, within ten minutes they were totally lost. As daylight faded into night, a sense of dread began to creep into the two women, they were never going to make the rapido, now the main thing was to get home, but there were no pay phones here, and they had no idea in hell where they were. Jill checked her watch, it read 1910 hours, they had been wandering around for almost one and a half hours. Now the only illumination came from the street lights. "We're lost." Claire stated the obvious. "We're going to have to talk to one of the locals, otherwise we'll never find our way home." "Right," Jill agreed, and walked up to a group of people on the side of the road. She couldn't see them because of the poor lighting but here went nothing... "Excuse me." She started. Immediately the group of people stood up. Oh god, they were shiny Wu-Tangers, Chris was right, everybody was becoming American. "What the fuck do you want bitch!" was the reply, although it was a strong Italian accent Jill could tell that he was just copying straight from some Dada show. "Um, sorry to bother you, nothing." She said, backing off. The Wu-Tanger grabbed her, and his mates grabbed Claire. "Give us all your money bitch!" he said, brandishing a knife. "We don't have any." Claire stammered, but it was the gospel truth, they were dead set broke. The shinys dragged them down an alley. Jill and Claire both gaped in fear. They were being dragged down a street by some armed Wu-Tangers. "We're gonna get raped!" gasped Claire, earning herself a slap across the face, making her cry out in pain. The Wu-Tangers then held the two women against the wall, choking the life out of them. "Perhaps you didn't understand, I said give me all your money slut!" The Wu-Tanger who seemed to be in charge of the whole thing "NOW!!!" "I told you, we don't have any!" Jill said as calmly as possible, although she was hysterical like hell. The leader then put his hand inside his plastic jacket. Jill wondered what he was going to pull out, if it was a cosh, knuckleduster, it was going to be a beating. If it was a gun, it would be a quick, relatively painless death, but if it was a knife, it would be a slow death from bleeding, or worse still, used to cut away at the clothes which... "STOP IT!!!" Jill screamed, not only to her assailants, but to herself for thinking about the thought. "Stop it!!!" she yelled, slapping her attacker. "Bitch!" he yelled, choking the life out of her. Immediately her vision faded away and she flailed. Suddenly she kicked something, and she fell to the floor, she saw her attacker backed off, with his hands on his balls. Good kick! Immediately she pulled her Browning 9mm from her jacket and fired two rounds at her attacker, hitting him in his shoulder and his chest. The other Wu-Tangers dropped Claire and ran. Claire fell to the ground sobbing. "Claire!" Jill yelled, helping her friend up, "Claire babe, are you alright." Claire nodded. "Oh god Claire, if they did anything to you, I'm gonna..." "Save it for Umbrella, we need to get out of here before the carabinieri arrive." Jill looked over at the Wu-Tanger, he was still alive. Fueled by burning hatred she fired two more rounds at her floored attacker, hitting him in the head and the neck. Now he was dead. The two of them ran away, down the street, it was only seconds later that they heard the sirens of the Italian police cars arrive at the scene of the crime. "We need to get out of this city." Claire sobbed. "lets hotwire a car." "Right," Jill said, smashing the back window of a nearby charger and opening the front door, Claire climbed in the passenger seat and Jill fiddled around with the wires before getting the car to spring to life.
STARS hideout,
Genoa, Italy,
2130 hours, 25/10/2003
"SHIT!!!" Carlos shouted, dropping his plate of junk food as the crime stoppers ad came up. It was the face of his girlfriend that was there, but that couldn't be right, "What is it." Chris called out from the kitchen, before focusing on the screen. "Holy crap!" he said. "That's Claire, what is it saying?" "This woman," Carlos translated pointing at Jill, "shot and murdered a man in the backstreets of the red light district. It is believed that the incident is drug related, as the man was found with ten grams of cocaine in his jacket, but the woman and her accomplice were forced to flee by swift acting police. Her accomplice is five foot ten, brown hair and comely looking. Both of them fled on foot. They are believed to be armed and extremely dangerous, and the public are advised not to approach them. If you have any information, please call the police." "Shit!" Chris exclaimed, "Jill's not the sort of person who just shoots people over drugs, he must have attacked her or something. I mean, hell, its impossible!" "What do you want to do about it?" asked a cool headed Carlos. "We need to help her!" Chris said. "Jill can take care of herself, god, I found that out myself when we were diving in Monaco." Carlos said, thinking back to the time when they were diving and confronted by three Umbrella assassins armed with harpoon guns. Jill had made sharkmeat of them. "Maybe she can, but what about Claire!" Chris said in an action voice, like he wanted to go around toting a pair of heavy machine guns and storm wherever his sister was and rescue her like that. "Calm down Chris," Carlos reassured, "you don't survive Raccoon City without being able to take care of yourself, and besides, theres nothing that we can do, we should wait for your sister to call us..." he was interrupted, and as if on queue, the phone rang. Carlos picked it up, "Buonasera, sono Paulo." "The sun is shining," "The ice is slippery, look Carlos, we're in a lot of trouble, we need to get out of Italy as soon as possible, can you track us down." "No, can't do so long as you're in the city, too many other signals." "Shit, well, listen, we're going to go along the beach. We're going to get out of..." There was a muted scream, followed by the clattering of the phone on the ground and the ending of the call. "Hello, Jill, Claire!!! Shit!!!" Carlos yelled."Chris, they're in big trouble, someones got them."
Somewhere in Genoa, Italy 2140 hours, 25/10/2003 "So, you tourists are murderers huh?" called a voice some someone unseen, he had already handcuffed the two of them at lightning speed before they could even blink. "Please, let us go," Claire said, trying to sound as weak and defenceless as possible. "We'll give you anything you want." "I thought you already had a boyfriend!" the voice said, and the two of them missed a breath, they knew who it was. They turned around to face the man that Claire had knocked off yesterday night ago at the tavern. "you're a cop?" she asked. "Damn right, and you two ladies, are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say will be used against you in a court of law. So shut the hell up if you know whats good for you." With that he dragged the two of them off to the police station down the road, berating them all the way about murdering people, their bad taste in boyfriends, and god knows what. As soon as they reached the station he threw them into the holding cells, which were barely furnished and very poorly equipped. "Don't we get a phone call?!" asked Claire desperately. The policeman turned around, "You Americans, you watch way too much television." He sneered before shutting the doors and turning the lights out.
Authors note So what did you reckon? Please read and review. Next chapter will be about the interrogation process which goes along the Umbrella Corporation. Should be up in a week.
Genoa, Italy
1750 hours, 25/10/2003 "Dinner is ready," Carlos called out. "I made some pasta and something else special. I think you guys will like it." "Leon, Rebecca, Christina," Chris said, "are you joining us for something to eat?" "We really should be going." Christina said, giving Chris a peck on the cheek. "There are a lot of things that need to be attended to in our labs, and we were lucky to convince Trent to even let us off today." "Oh come on." Carlos yelled, having overheard the conversation. I made extra for you guys, and I'm sure you would enjoy what I made. So please, stay." Leon, Rebecca and Christina reluctantly sat down at the table, it would be rude to go now that Carlos had made extra and gone to the trouble of preparing something special for them. "Alright," Rebecca said, "but we really should go after we're done." "Thankyou." Chris said, before sitting down with them. Carlos brought out plates of pasta for each of them, which, after long periods of eating nothing but military rations, was heaven. Carlos had gone through a great deal of effort to prepare this meal, and it was much appreciated, Jill, Claire, Rebecca, Leon and Christina all ate readily. Chris was a lucky guy to live with such a talented cook. After the pasta was finished, Carlos carried out a massive white cake with fruit arranged on the top. "What is that?!" Claire asked. "It looks weird." "Pavlova," Chris answered his sister, "Carlos learnt how to make it when we were in Australia." "Yep," Carlos said, taking a seat next to Jill and Leon. "God I love Melbourne, when this shit is all over and done with, Melbourne is my choice of home." "No way!" Chris scorned, "we all know which country is the best!" "And which one is that," Leon asked, through a mouthful of Pavlova. "The mighty United States of America. Come on, everybody wants to be American" Chris replied, lifting his fist. "No way!" Jill said. "Deutschland forever!" Claire made a Nazi salute and shouted "heil Hitler." "God Claire!!! You're supposed to be on my side here, its your brother we're talking about." Rebecca smirked at Jills expense. "Leave it alone then, we'll just say that Umbrella are from the USA, and the Nazis are from Germany, so call it a one all draw and say Denmark." With that, the conversation degenerated into a sledging match between the four countries. Leon checked his watch. "Hey guys, I guess we should really be going now, we've got a rapido to catch to Naples and a cruise to Malta.' "Well, good luck, and have a safe journey. Godspeed." Claire wished them off. "Thanks, same to you, we'll see what we can do about whoever is giving us in to Umbrella." Christina said, before hoisting a small backpack with her belongings onto her shoulders and exiting via the front door. The others did the same, and Chris closed the door behind them. "Thanks for your hospitality Chris," Jill said to Chris. "But we should really go and see Trent sometime as well." "The train leaves in an hour, you need to be there 30 minutes before it leaves, and it takes 20 minutes to get to the station, so if you're going to leave, you should catch up to them." Chris suggested. "But you're welcome to stay with us, after all, Carlos misses you." "Gee, really sorry to break his heart then, bye." Jill said, checking her wallet for fake identity. Claire checked hers and the two women left. Their friends were nowhere in sight. "We should pick up the pace, or catch a cab there." Claire suggested. Jill nodded, "lets pick up the pace then, I don't want to have my face on camera in the back of a cab, and besides, we don't even speak Italian." Claire just nodded and started walking briskly. But their knowledge of the Genoan streets was lacking, and without the benefits of speaking Italian, within ten minutes they were totally lost. As daylight faded into night, a sense of dread began to creep into the two women, they were never going to make the rapido, now the main thing was to get home, but there were no pay phones here, and they had no idea in hell where they were. Jill checked her watch, it read 1910 hours, they had been wandering around for almost one and a half hours. Now the only illumination came from the street lights. "We're lost." Claire stated the obvious. "We're going to have to talk to one of the locals, otherwise we'll never find our way home." "Right," Jill agreed, and walked up to a group of people on the side of the road. She couldn't see them because of the poor lighting but here went nothing... "Excuse me." She started. Immediately the group of people stood up. Oh god, they were shiny Wu-Tangers, Chris was right, everybody was becoming American. "What the fuck do you want bitch!" was the reply, although it was a strong Italian accent Jill could tell that he was just copying straight from some Dada show. "Um, sorry to bother you, nothing." She said, backing off. The Wu-Tanger grabbed her, and his mates grabbed Claire. "Give us all your money bitch!" he said, brandishing a knife. "We don't have any." Claire stammered, but it was the gospel truth, they were dead set broke. The shinys dragged them down an alley. Jill and Claire both gaped in fear. They were being dragged down a street by some armed Wu-Tangers. "We're gonna get raped!" gasped Claire, earning herself a slap across the face, making her cry out in pain. The Wu-Tangers then held the two women against the wall, choking the life out of them. "Perhaps you didn't understand, I said give me all your money slut!" The Wu-Tanger who seemed to be in charge of the whole thing "NOW!!!" "I told you, we don't have any!" Jill said as calmly as possible, although she was hysterical like hell. The leader then put his hand inside his plastic jacket. Jill wondered what he was going to pull out, if it was a cosh, knuckleduster, it was going to be a beating. If it was a gun, it would be a quick, relatively painless death, but if it was a knife, it would be a slow death from bleeding, or worse still, used to cut away at the clothes which... "STOP IT!!!" Jill screamed, not only to her assailants, but to herself for thinking about the thought. "Stop it!!!" she yelled, slapping her attacker. "Bitch!" he yelled, choking the life out of her. Immediately her vision faded away and she flailed. Suddenly she kicked something, and she fell to the floor, she saw her attacker backed off, with his hands on his balls. Good kick! Immediately she pulled her Browning 9mm from her jacket and fired two rounds at her attacker, hitting him in his shoulder and his chest. The other Wu-Tangers dropped Claire and ran. Claire fell to the ground sobbing. "Claire!" Jill yelled, helping her friend up, "Claire babe, are you alright." Claire nodded. "Oh god Claire, if they did anything to you, I'm gonna..." "Save it for Umbrella, we need to get out of here before the carabinieri arrive." Jill looked over at the Wu-Tanger, he was still alive. Fueled by burning hatred she fired two more rounds at her floored attacker, hitting him in the head and the neck. Now he was dead. The two of them ran away, down the street, it was only seconds later that they heard the sirens of the Italian police cars arrive at the scene of the crime. "We need to get out of this city." Claire sobbed. "lets hotwire a car." "Right," Jill said, smashing the back window of a nearby charger and opening the front door, Claire climbed in the passenger seat and Jill fiddled around with the wires before getting the car to spring to life.
STARS hideout,
Genoa, Italy,
2130 hours, 25/10/2003
"SHIT!!!" Carlos shouted, dropping his plate of junk food as the crime stoppers ad came up. It was the face of his girlfriend that was there, but that couldn't be right, "What is it." Chris called out from the kitchen, before focusing on the screen. "Holy crap!" he said. "That's Claire, what is it saying?" "This woman," Carlos translated pointing at Jill, "shot and murdered a man in the backstreets of the red light district. It is believed that the incident is drug related, as the man was found with ten grams of cocaine in his jacket, but the woman and her accomplice were forced to flee by swift acting police. Her accomplice is five foot ten, brown hair and comely looking. Both of them fled on foot. They are believed to be armed and extremely dangerous, and the public are advised not to approach them. If you have any information, please call the police." "Shit!" Chris exclaimed, "Jill's not the sort of person who just shoots people over drugs, he must have attacked her or something. I mean, hell, its impossible!" "What do you want to do about it?" asked a cool headed Carlos. "We need to help her!" Chris said. "Jill can take care of herself, god, I found that out myself when we were diving in Monaco." Carlos said, thinking back to the time when they were diving and confronted by three Umbrella assassins armed with harpoon guns. Jill had made sharkmeat of them. "Maybe she can, but what about Claire!" Chris said in an action voice, like he wanted to go around toting a pair of heavy machine guns and storm wherever his sister was and rescue her like that. "Calm down Chris," Carlos reassured, "you don't survive Raccoon City without being able to take care of yourself, and besides, theres nothing that we can do, we should wait for your sister to call us..." he was interrupted, and as if on queue, the phone rang. Carlos picked it up, "Buonasera, sono Paulo." "The sun is shining," "The ice is slippery, look Carlos, we're in a lot of trouble, we need to get out of Italy as soon as possible, can you track us down." "No, can't do so long as you're in the city, too many other signals." "Shit, well, listen, we're going to go along the beach. We're going to get out of..." There was a muted scream, followed by the clattering of the phone on the ground and the ending of the call. "Hello, Jill, Claire!!! Shit!!!" Carlos yelled."Chris, they're in big trouble, someones got them."
Somewhere in Genoa, Italy 2140 hours, 25/10/2003 "So, you tourists are murderers huh?" called a voice some someone unseen, he had already handcuffed the two of them at lightning speed before they could even blink. "Please, let us go," Claire said, trying to sound as weak and defenceless as possible. "We'll give you anything you want." "I thought you already had a boyfriend!" the voice said, and the two of them missed a breath, they knew who it was. They turned around to face the man that Claire had knocked off yesterday night ago at the tavern. "you're a cop?" she asked. "Damn right, and you two ladies, are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say will be used against you in a court of law. So shut the hell up if you know whats good for you." With that he dragged the two of them off to the police station down the road, berating them all the way about murdering people, their bad taste in boyfriends, and god knows what. As soon as they reached the station he threw them into the holding cells, which were barely furnished and very poorly equipped. "Don't we get a phone call?!" asked Claire desperately. The policeman turned around, "You Americans, you watch way too much television." He sneered before shutting the doors and turning the lights out.
Authors note So what did you reckon? Please read and review. Next chapter will be about the interrogation process which goes along the Umbrella Corporation. Should be up in a week.