I'd like to thank those who reviewed. If you have questions, please don't refrain from asking. Flames are not permitted, lest you want to see them be doused with my extinguisher of authoressness. And yes, this is a multi-pairings fic. That means that there are a lot of character pairings and so on. The pairings list shall be revealed in later chapters.
Ashley bashers are welcome. If you don't know who Ashley is, she's the President's daughter from RE4.
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CHAPTER 1
Coen Goes to the Capital
Dear Billy,
I don't know how much longer it'll be until we see each other again, but I just thought I'd send you a few words. I'll be leaving Paris with Chris and Barry and we'll be heading to Washington D.C., where we'll meet up with Leon, Claire, Jill, Carlos, and hopefully a few others. We don't know what task we're being asked to perform, but we do know that Umbrella is involved and that this new mission ruined my perfectly planned European vacation. Well, I'm losing light fast and I've gotta mail this before Barry dumps me into the truck and shoves me into the glovebox.
Sincerely,
Rebecca
Billy read and re-read Rebecca's letter, dated approximately four days ago, as indicated on the top right-hand corner of her daisy tea party stationery. Peering closely, he focused his attention toward the scribbled words that were crossed out within the sentences. These words he mumbled to himself at first, but then eventually recited aloud as the realization hit him. "Ladeedah 'You're hot' dahdeedoo 'Nice ass' duh daduhhmm 'I love you' hrm…" His eyes trailed down to her closing, where the evident words "Love always" were scratched out with more ink lines than the other omitted words.
Great, he thought to himself. She's already returned her feelings for me in this goddamned letter and I haven't even confessed mine yet. "Go me." Billy scratched his head and raised an eyebrow. Yep, that's love. He re-folded the letter and slipped it back into the stationery's matching envelope, then placed the flowery mail in his overflowing duffel bag.
With a loud zip, Billy sealed his overloaded luggage shut and dragged the bag to the doorway of his little apartment. "Looks like Mr. Billy Coen's gonna take a lil' trip to our nation's capital."
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