Leon sat on the hood of the turned off car, Jill spread herself across the back seat, and Billy took it upon himself to answer nature's call on a nearby cactus.
"I've always wanted to visit Arizona," Leon says, "but not like this."
"I know what you mean," Jill replies. "I've always wanted to walk down the street in a tube top and miniskirt and we all know how that turned out."
They shared a chuckle as Billy came back to the car, zipping up his pants.
"You reckon we're far enough?" Billy asks Jill in a Southern drawl.
"If not, we're gonna find out," Jill answers, sitting up.
Five minutes passed and the town became an instant crater, the result of a bright white light erupting from the ground. The dust finally settled after a good ten minutes, and the trio didn't feel the slightest tinge of radiation.
"So what happens now?" Billy asks.
"Usually a helicopter or something," Jill answers.
The unmistakable sounds of an incoming helicopter swept across the desert and they looked back in time to see a black helicopter with a U.S. flag emblazoned on its side. A slot in the side opened up and a man dressed in a black business suit leaned out.
"If you would all come with me now!" the man shouted over the noise of the rotors.
Jill picked up the rabbit curdled up in the Hummer's passenger seat and followed Billy and Leon into the hovering helicopter. They sat in a row of cramped seats that forced them to see forward. Across from them was the man in the black suit along with another man in an identical suit.
"Mr. Kennedy, we are pleased with the expediency of your mission but blowing up the facility was not in the game plan," the first man said.
"Sorry, Agent Thompson," Leon said. "Have to watch that next time."
"Indeed you will," said the other agent. He turned to Jill. "Miss Valentine, we are thankful for your assistance and you can be sure that we do intend to pay you back."
Jill slightly gasped and said, "Really, you don't have to do that."
"It's okay, ma'am," said Thompson. "We understand that you're father is up for parole in a few weeks."
"Yeah, but he'll never make it," Jill explains, "what with breaking, entering, and miscellaneous thievery."
"Well, there is the fact he has an exemplary record of good behavior," said the second agent. "I'm sure that'll fetch some good points, right, Agent Thompson?"
"Indeed, Agent Jameson," answered the other. His gaze fell on Billy. "And we have much business to discuss with you, Mr. Kendo…or would you prefer Mr. Coen?"
"You know?" said Billy with a mix of shock and nervousness.
"Don't worry, Billy," Thompson said. "We're not here to take you into custody, unless you give us a reason. Your friend may have given your fake ID a very extensive background but we have better tools at our disposal…namely the FBI."
"And at the insistence of one investigator in particular, we found some starting things involving your mission, if it can be called that," Jameson explains. "It seemed that, except for you, your unit was comprised of members of an elite group of mercenaries, calling themselves the U.B.C.S."
Jill's eyes slightly widened at the mention of the group.
"The village you came across was actually a clever smoke screen," Thompson added. "Slightly beyond the village was an Umbrella encampment, made up of their employees who decided to tell their story to the world."
"They thought it was a safe house," Jameson elaborated. "They knocked you out and went in, guns a-blazing."
"And the villagers?" Billy asked.
"Paid civilians in the area," Thompson answered. "By the time you came to, they had enough time to redress the village as if they slaughtered it."
"All that to cover up the death of their employees?" Jill inquired, slight shock in her voice.
"You sound almost surprised," Leon says.
"Anyway, due to this new evidence, Mr. Coen, you are hereby a free man," Jameson said. "You can thank your friend for all this, Mr. Kennedy."
"Go, Ark," Leon said.
"Yes, go, Ark," the agents muttered flatly.
"But unfortunately, we have some bad news," Jameson said, his gaze fell on Leon. "We have another assignment for you."
"What is it?" Leon asked.
"The president daughter has gone missing," Thompson said, slightly depressed. He pulls out a picture of a blonde girl and hands it to Leon.
"Normally, we'd think that she simply decided party in Paris, but we found this at the airport she was supposed to be at," Jameson said, holding up a picture of a man with his head nearly reaching the heels of his feet. "The car turned up, a door missing, floating down a river. Evidence suggests a struggle but we're not sure."
"My mission's to go in and find her, right?" Leon states.
"You got it," Thompson says. "But first, did you find any evidence that suggests this site was taken over by Umbrella?"
Leon slips a vial of blue liquid out of his jacket pocket and hands to one of the agents. "I think you'll find that interesting, but don't open it."
"And there's this," Jill says, indicating the rabbit curled up on her lap.
"You can keep the bunny," Jameson says. "I take it this is the T-Virus?"
Billy, Leon, Jill, and the rabbit nod in unison. Jameson slides the vial in an overhead slot above his head. A short hiss emanated from the compartment, signaling the use of liquid nitrogen.
"We'll have the boys and girls at the lab look at it," Thompson said. His gazed turned to Billy and Jill. "I strongly urge you two not to repeat this information to your friends and family until you hear that his mission was a success."
"Can do," Jill said.
"You got it," Billy replied.
"Mr. Kennedy, you're mission begins tomorrow," explains Jameson. "Good luck."
The group exchanged a round of salutes and the helicopter thundered on.