After scouring the remnants of the gas station for signs of food, life, or otherwise, Jill and Leon decided to call it quits. They were desperate for food, but not desperate enough to see what laid in the decomposing restaurant. After a fifteen minute hike through the empty streets, they found a restaurant. It was in relatively good shape, and the address immediately caught Leon's attention: 1327 Pleasant Drive.
"My contact holds up in a pizza place," Leon mutters.
"Well, I don't think we can wait a day to meet this guy," Jill says. "So what, we just go in?"
"I guess. Never did this undercover, cloak and dagger stuff before."
"You get used to it."
Leon and Jill move cautiously up to the restaurant, Uncle Buck's Pizza Paradise emblazoned on the front glass. Jill and Leon take flanking positions around the doorframe. With a quick nod to each other, Leon opens the door and Jill aims her gun into the darkened restaurant. Nerves on edge, they enter the pizza place. Leon makes a sweeping motion with his gun, Jill following close behind. Suddenly, a red dot appears on Leon's forehead.
"Who are you! What do you want!" yells a male voice from the other side of the restaurant. The audible sound of a high-powered rifle being cocked could be heard as the man made his threat.
"Don't shoot! I'm a human!" Leon pleads, in a similar manner he did when he ran into a gun shop in Raccoon.
The lights in the place click on, revealing a man in torn fatigues with a semi-auto rifle against his shoulder. He lowers the weapon, as do Jill and Leon.
"Wasn't expecting you 'til tomorrow," the camouflaged man says. "But guess it's better to be early than dead."
Leon pulls out a keycard in the left pocket of his jacket. The army guy gives it a once over and turns the sight of his rifle off.
"Sergeant Hank Kendo, but you call me…" the man in green starts, before removing a pair of contacts that changed his naturaleye color from blueto dark green. "Billy Coen," he finishes, with his natural deep, husky voice. He then rips off a sleeve of his uniform, exposing a tribal tattoo runs the length of his arm.
"The infamous Billy Coen," Jill states. "Rebecca said you were dead but we didn't believe her."
"I figured as much," Billy replies. "You must be Jill. Becky said you're pretty handy with a lock."
"Comes from having a dad who was a professional thief."
"I see." Billy sticks his hand out and Leon shakes it. "Sorry about the rifle, but you were in the same situation before."
"Yeah, except looking down the end of a sawed-off shotgun," Leon replies. "How'd you know that?"
"Umbrella likes to keep taps on everything that went on in Raccoon City," Billy explains. "Numerous security cameras in the gun shop, for example."
"What's going on?" Jill asks.
"Trouble," Billy simply stated.
Minutes ticked away in tense silence. Three people bound to the Umbrella Corporation's sick experiments or influence, one way or another. Billy was framed for the murder of 23 people on a mission in Africa and was bound to be executed, until his transport got derailed by something and ran into Rebecca Chambers of S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team. They survived a zombie train and Umbrella training facility. Afterwards, Rebecca joined what was left of S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team, consisting of Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, and Barry Burton, in the infamous mansion the team was forced to hold up in and endure.
The three helped themselves to the pizza supplies in the restaurant. After eating their fill of three large deep dish pizzas, Jill and Leon wanted answers.
"So, what happened?" Jill asks.
"It started out pretty routine," Billy explains. "Maintain an underground training facility for the government's top agents and military soldiers. Then one day, all hell broke loose. We didn't know where they came from or how they got here, but they came. Men, women, children, even a few dogs. We held them off as best we could, but our defenses didn't hold. I was one of the lucky ones who got out and, asfar as I know,I'm the only one who got out. The others were quickly infected and had to be put down."
"These things don't sound like your average creature of the undead," Leon says.
"That's the weird thing. You fire at the damn thing's head, and they'll get up again." Billy shudders to make his point.
"Happened to me too," Jill says. "I pumped a couple shots into this woman's head and she wouldn't go down under her head was fried in oil."
"I blew a guy's head off and crushed for good measure," Leon adds. "Where's the facility?"
"Under the city, but the tricky part is trying to get to it." Billy picks up his rifle and gives it a quick cock. "Not too many of those thingstrek to the surface during the day, but night is a different story."
"I think we're gonna need more guns," Jill states. "Handguns and a high-powered rifle won't get us very far."
"Might be a bit of problem, cowgirl, and you really don't wanna hear it," Billy says.
"Let me guess: There's no gun shop here and the only weapons in this godforsaken place are in the facility," Leon says.
"You got it."
Leon and Jill look at each other. "Typical," they both sigh.