Collide
By Rezie
A/n:
KhasKlwn: Thanks for the review! Leon chose to steal a car right at the crime scene because….I have no idea why. He's Leon, he 'does' before he thinks. And Jill just had to listen to the bumbling idiot.
Luna-Starr: For real! Ada & Leon all the way! The scene with Ashley was just to spice up the drama but don't worry, there are going to be sparks between Leon & Ada. Thanks for the review.
SilverSpoons: Keeping the secret about why Ashley got kidnapped and what occurred when she did has another huge secret behind it. So I'll leave it at that whether Jill will hurt Leon or not. Just a teensy bit of info. And let's just say Leon & Jill will meet with Ada again when they reach Venice and Chris will appear ...but later on.
Kiki0303: Don't worry there will be some romance coming. Sorry for leaving all ya'll hanging on some parts with always separating Leon and Ada. But just to fill you in, in the next or so chapter there will be a hotel room that Leon & Ada have to share! So that's all. Just gotta wait, I suppose.
TheNoLifeQueen: Wow thanks for the comment. I tried my best. Well Leon did make that promise so he probably means after he helps Ada; he'll return after the ordeal to see Ashley. But we'll see how that return is, won't we? …. anyway thanks for the review.
Ezequielhl: Hey, thanks for the review. And you are right they do say to hide the kidnapping for some reason. I can't really remember exactly what it says; it's a document, right? I dunno. Anyway, do they say the reason why to keep the whole ordeal confidential?
Hey ppl. I know in the last chapter I said Ada/Leon romance but it just didn't work out in this chapter but for sure there is going to be romancein the next chapter, Promise!
Well reveiw, read and enjoy.
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Chapter 7 – Coincidences
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No noise, no people, no movement. The streets were so inert with life that the reverberation of a pin drop could be heard a mile away.
The dried lilies on the sidelines withered, not even disturbed by the muted wind. The parched pasture and weeds were matted on the dirt and cement, the humidity in the breeze traveled with the aroma of industrial fumes. The sun peaked over hills and crests, beams of blistering luminosity connecting with different highlights of the afternoon day.
At the end of the long-traveled road laid a factory, one that seemed as empty and as inert as the streets. The mini limo parked near the building on the grimy, russet road.
"Mr. Slit" His voice called forth the scarred being, exiting the auto. With the back door still ajar, Mr. Slit titled his head back to stare at Wesker.
"Our Jane Doe will be attending a boxing match held in the more-populated of Venice of the afternoon" He answered staring at his lifeless surroundings. "The Marco Arena; I need you to attend, kill and retrieve the piece of our puzzle." Wesker instructed.
"Of your puzzle, Wesker" The assassin answered, voice shadowy. "I'll get the job done"
"There is news from my lead operatives she always holds it, it's a green gem stone worn as a ring" Wesker responded as his chauffeur just nodded.
"Whatever or whoever gets in your way, Kill them. But I need you to kill her, no questions asked, just kill her and bring her back to me" Wesker adjusted his shades.
"After your job is done, return here with the green gem and her dead body and your reward will be given. If you do not return with the proof of her death, I will not give you the 1 million dollars at stake." He gave Mr. Slit a toothy grin, behind his charade laid the mysteries of such a corrupt madman.
With that, Wesker slammed the door and headed towards the building.
The Limo drove off hastily, skidding on the dirt path. Wesker's tall figure stood before the facilities' monumental metal double-doors that began sliding open, clutching his metallic briefcase. From before the electronic passage, another man with an exotic albino snake curled around his wrist –hissing- stood with a greeting smile for him.
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Head laying on the small window of the American airplane -headed to land in the airport of Venice- his eyes stayed closed. Quiet breathes left his mouth. Leon seemed so peaceful when asleep; he appeared so lifeless, slumbering with a drool down the side of his lip, like all the thoughts that ruled his mind, all the troubles that distressed his countenance was vanquished.
From the airplane restroom, the brunette viewed herself through the mirror. "Jesus, I'm a mess" She whispered.
The F.B.I. agent's shortly cut hair was tousled; her red-rimmed eyes were tired –eye bags formed underneath her sea-green orbs, exhausted from a sleepless night and a tear-filled afternoon
Turning on the faucet, she let the cold liquid fill up in her cupped hands. After a minute, she splashed the cold water on her face and let her sodden fingers comb through her naturally straight hair.
Removing a small comb from her cargo's pocket, Jill began brushing through. Afterwards, she just contemplated the person in the mirror.
Emptiness consumed her. The lack of sleep became clear in her features. The lack of trust, the lack of hope…
Placing a milky palm on the mirror, she could feel the smooth, cold texture. This wasn't the person she wanted to be. This wasn't the person she use to be.
Removing her palm, she clutched the comb laid on the counter and placed it back in her pocket.
When she reached her seat near the lavatory she just exited – a couple of seats away – the agent studied a couple settled near the window. The woman with honey-brown hair cut shortly laid her head on her partner's shoulder with short-trimmed dirty blonde tresses. Their fingers intertwined, speaking to each other and once in a while giggling.
Jill tore her view away, plopped down in her seat next to the sleeping body-guard she knew little off. The agent couldn't understand why he hadn't shooed her away, not like she'd leave. Maybe she needed to stay, wanted to stay.
Jill yearned for company other than her two roommates, Laney and Courtney –and her boss- Kento. Maybe she yearned for the adventure that Leon always seemed to get caught up in or was it that maybe in the long run she'd discover more than the truth, that maybe she just stumble on a person from her past.
With a sigh, she softly moved Leon's face away from the open window, touched the shutter and slid it down, keeping the sun out. After placing his head back to the normal position, the agent closed her eyes. Closed them shut, wishing as well her troubles and her thoughts would dissipate as well.
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"Look I'm sorry" Ada removed her TMP from the pilot's temple area of her head. "I just need to get to Venice and then when we get there you're safe, free".
"I know it's out of your way" Ada glumly stated. The woman pilot didn't answer, just kept maneuvering the test-plane –not even imagining back-stabbing the Asian spy.
"Well, you know the silence gets us nowhere" Ada sighed, laying her head on the window, TMP still in hand.
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"Leon, what are we searching for?" Jill moaned, fixing the duffle bag strapped on her shoulder.
Venice was a sight. People roamed everywhere: women, children, men, and strangers. Many Venetian people breezed by the two tourists -aimlessly moving through. The whole environment was a historical place with gray cement buildings, statues, canals and beauty beyond means.
The buildings were tight-knit and bustling with life -there where cathedrals and such.
Gondolas flew by on the canals. Buildings of different shapes and colors striped the historical splendor. Bridges connected divisions of lakes; taxis and different types of vehicles whizzed by -boats as well on the seas; this was more than Leon and Jill expected.
"You thirsty?" Leon asked, pulling Jill's arm toward a café that had caught his eye. "I am"
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The Asian spy yawned, hopping out of the plane. "Thanks" She gave the blonde a meager smirk. In herself, Ada felt guilty for taking advantage of the young pilot. But what was done was done.
After her walk towards the terminal, she could hear the plane revving up again. The woman just shrugged, trying to envision the horror the pilot must have felt being held against a gun that could end her life in a matter of seconds.
Entering the airport -lively of people, she whispered to herself. "Well, time to get my life back."
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"I paid you ten, you give me three dollars back" Leon repeated for the sixth time to the worker which didn't acknowledge his words. The body-guard groaned.
"Why didn't you pay him in Venetian money?" Jill asked, taking a sip from her coffee.
"Because we don't have" Leon furrowed his brows, gritting his teeth.
"Well then if you did, maybe he'd understand how much money to return you by himself. He seems unfamiliar with American mullah" She answered, leaning on the counter.
"No duh" Leon seethed.
Several Italian men gave Jill lust-filled smiles, which she returned but paid no more mind to. Turning her back towards the young and middle-aged men, she focused on the cashier with her natural flirty grin.
"Vi ha pagato dieci, in modo da restituite tre dollari, ringraziamenti" The agent repeated Leon's exact words, adding a please to the end and grinned at the young worker.
"Sì miss. I no understood him" He smiled with his usual accent, pulled out a three one-dollar bills in Venetian money and handed it to Leon.
"You speak Italian" Leon eyed her.
"Hm, yeah" She smiled, stirred the tiny, thin mixer in her cup of coffee and took a seat at one of the fancy, circular tables and just rested, sipping her drink.
Leon heaved a sigh and took a seat in front of her, and instead of sipping his coffee he slurped it down, trying to regenerate. The faint sound of Bull's hooves padded on the ground followed by a roar from a jeep, and people scattering.
After a minute or so, a large bull rammed through the narrow streets attacking the pedestrians, passing the cafe. The commotion was obvious since pedestrians were yelling in panic.
"Wait, this isn't Spain" Leon yelled, eyes ogled at the destruction.
"Rebecca!" Jill hollered, eyeing a jeep that just whizzed past the cafe, spilling her coffee by accident and letting the plastic cup drop. "Leon, c'mon!" Jill yanked him from his seat which he as well dropped his cup of coffee, and hurried out of the café.
"That's $3.50 down the drain and I didn't even get to finish it" Leon groaned, disgruntled. Jill ignored his whines, pushing bystanders away and stopping at the center where a fountain laid and the jeep halted –Rebecca Chambers- as driver, searching with her eyes, where the mad bull had disappeared to.
"Becca!" Jill yelled, smiling effortlessly.
"Jill…" The medical expert dressed in tight-fitting Brazilians, a taut beige sweater, underneath a white tank top and all-black adidas stated, surprised.
"What are you doing here?" Jill asked.
"There was news a bull injected with some drug escaped from the test facility and was endangering citizens. I work with the local Venetian police and while off-duty I caught sight of the drug induced bull and went after'em. But I gotta ask you the same question, what are you doing here?" Rebecca asked, baffled and still pleasantly confused to see her old comrade.
Rebecca's beauty and trademark boyish haircut was still the same but her demeanor seemed more confident and tougher compared to six years ago. Her doe-like brown eyes weren't filled with fear but a familiar loneliness, a seclusion she kept hidden behind her newly-found tough exterior. But behind that remarkable tough exterior was still the young, intelligent and good-hearted S.T.A.R.S. member.
Leon observed the reunion he knew not of. If memory served him right, Chris spoke to him of a Rebecca that had aided him during the Mansion he barely escaped. But other than that tidbit of information, the pixie-haired young lady was just as an enigma to him as Jill was.
"Visiting" Jill explained, not even sure of her answer.
The familiar dim sound of hooves echoed; the more the seconds produced, the louder the sound became.
From an alley the drug induced bull came running out casting an array of people to make way for him. Grunting, the bull made way into another alley setting him in the direction of the large fountain.
"There he is" Rebecca stated, revving up the engine of the dusty jeep.
"Hold on, we're coming with you" Jill remarked, rounding the jeep and hopping in the passenger's seat.
"We are?" Leon furrowed his brows.
Rebecca stared at the handsome young man, for the first time paying attention to him other than her old friend she met during the Spencer mansion.
"Leon S. Kennedy. He was in the R.P.D." Jill hurried with introductions. "Leon, this is Rebecca Chambers part of S.T.A.R.S. as a medic" She wrapped her hand around the frame of the jeep.
Both grinned at each other, knowing they had to capture the bull before it caused more mayhem. Leon clambered into the open back, grasping the frame as well for support.
The medic reared the auto back and raced after the bull that was still in sight. "We have to capture it, not kill it. So we need to find a way to trap it" Rebecca explained. Jill just nodded, dropping the duffle bag of clothes on the Jeep's floor, keeping her view on the bull.
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Gelled black hair swept over his eyebrows, extenuating crystal blue orbs. The narrow scars underneath his eyes wrinkled as a smile found itself on his lips.
Fixing the ends of his business jacket, he tucked his shades in the jacket's pockets. Entering the building filled with chatter, amusement and chaos at some points, there was a seat set aside for him at the front-side of the arena -packed with filled seats and moving fans.
"Is she here?" Mr. Slit -halted by the doorway as enthusiasts entered and exited pass him- asked one of his men that strolled up to him decked in a business suit as well.
"Yeah, fifth seat to the front." The young man answered, directing his eyes towards a beautiful young girl with jet black hair and ivory tips –legs crossed- chattering with a man in his mid-20's seated next to her.
"She's young" Mr. Slit eyed her, gazing at the attractive adolescent girl that appeared around 17.
The assassin glued his eyes on her, feeling pity for such a young death, but this was his assignment. Removing his jacket he slung it over his shoulder. Underneath was a well-fitted white long-sleeve with black stripes running down exquisitely.
Undoing the cuff buttons, he placed his view towards his saved seat. An empty seat was beside his vacant one reserved for the man he spoke with, the seat on the other side was taken by a woman. Beside the three reserved seats more people sat, unknown to their task.
In himself, he wondered why Wesker desired to murder the girl. She was in her late-teens, her life had just begun. Why not just steal the gem and let her be?
But he needed the one million for his own private reasons which weren't so unknown between him and his assistants which were also his friends, companions.
"Hey Styne" The assassin called forth his ally with blood-red tresses parted in the middle and slicked back.
"What's happening, Sli?" Styne asked casually, warming his hands in his jacket's pockets. The assassin sighed, rolling his eyes.
"I dunno, Stynie. Dunno." He heaved a sigh, staring at the young girl who was laughing, filled with joy.
"We need to kill her." Styne followed his gaze. "For that mad man, Wesker".
After a moment of silence between the two, Styne started the conversation again. "We owe Bain that 1 million, or we're all dead." He reminded, giving slit an intolerant stare and departing back to his seat, rejoining his other ally.
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The terrain became uneven on the cracked cement. The Bull's horns butted–twisting and turning- endangering any pedestrian by one quick slash of those jagged horns; Leon did his best trying to keep footing on the bumpy ride chasing after the drug-induced bull.
"So Becca how is everything?" Jill inquired, striking up a informal conversation, gripping the framing with one hand and the dashboard with her other. The wind briskly stroked the trio in the open vehicle.
"Fine" The Venetian officer answered breathlessly, with more volume because of the wind torrent.
"What brought you to Venice?" Jill asked.
"What?" Rebecca yelled, making a sharp turn.
Jill just shook her head, furring her brows, not understanding what the medic had asked; the officer's voice muted from the dry effervesce underneath the tires, the roaring engine, bull stomps and windy atmosphere.
"Can you two shut up and get that damn bull." Leon glared, gripping the frame with both hands, almost hugging it to maintain balance. The two just sneered, finding his behavior amusing.
The beast made another sharp turn into a street as people did their best avoiding the animal.
Following the trail, the rugged jeep moved with a bit more safety towards others. At the end of the road was a large dome labeled Marco Arena in Flashing lights -that didn't do anything much because of the daylight.
Around the Outsized dome was two other roads leading into opposite directions of the city.
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The assassin placed his jacket over the seat, resting his elbows on thighs. "Rae" The hired gun called forth the woman beside him with choppy chin-length blond tresses and raven black highlights which spread to her bangs.
The blonde scrunched her nose responding silently. "We need to catch her when she's alone, away from the crowd. From the attention" His crystal-blue orbs met with her emerald ones.
"Patience" She simply replied, turning her view down on her black spaghetti-strung skimpy (if I may say) dress and stilettos –whose laces wrapped around her ankles with two strings, like an Athena goddess.
"Rachel, you know patience was never one of my virtues" Slit altered his vision towards the back of the stadium opposite to where the boxers would make their entrance.
"And wearing these fucking high-heels was never one of mines." She retorted with a weak smile.
"Yeah, but it looks good on you" He smirked.
Their conversation was interrupted by the crowd cheering as one of the competitors exited with such bravado. His beach-blonde hair was spiked shortly, eyes a ravaging hazel and countenance strong.
The announcer began introductions. "Three-time winning boxer, Freddy Carter" The speaker boomed, receiving much more applause.
After this commencement, Freddy decked in blue boxer shorts, hurried up the ring in his corner.
From the entrance came another fellow with Raven-black slicked back hair. A countenance filled with vehemence and audacity, his muscular build with some unnoticeable scars, ebony eyes searching the arena.
"And new-comer Bryan Wes will be the competitor, trying to defeat Freddy 'the ferocious' Carter!" The speakers blared, receiving applause as well.
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"Where is it?" Leon gulped, searching his surroundings of cement structures. Where they had halted was beside the arena doors leading to the back, from inside was applause.
The silence was deafening -their rapid heart beats could be heard in the silent afternoon day. Few roamed the outside, the rest of the population were inside the arena.
"Damn!" Leon yelled as the mad bull appeared from thin air ramming their jeep from the side. The two ladies yelled out of pure shock doing their best keeping balance, hugging the frames of the vehicle.
The bull's horns fidgeted, rammed inside the vehicle's metal exterior –trapped. Leon was hurled to his side left on the cement –outside- as the Jeep was launched through the double-doors brutally.
The beast -still high on the drugs, roared jerking its head madly.
Out of thought and out of order from Rebecca not to kill the bull but to capture it unharmed, Leon pulled out a hand grenade and flung it at the bulky bull's steroid-filled body.
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"What the hell!" Styne yelled, eyes wide -staring at an explosion that had just occurred in the back of the room.
Suddenly a frayed jeep came flying past, nearly missing the ducked heads of Jill and Rebecca, and its fire induced metal form clashing with the stage. The two competitors jumped out of the ring before their lives came to an unexpected end.
The bull was blown to pieces, guts and such disgustedly flung in different places until what was left of the beast was nothing more than miniscule insides. One prized and still intact sharp horn connecting with the floor in front of Rebecca's face. The medic stared in fear at the horn sticking out, mere inches out of her face.
Bryan rolled towards the scene, seeing his other escape was blocked –the jeep pillaged by embers lay in the middle of the stage. His mystifying eyes enveloped on the field medic staring back at him astonished.
"Billy" Rebecca spoke in awe, confused.
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"Get the girl!" Rae yelled, finding this odd distraction the perfect timing to steal the gem and kill the young woman without too much attention drawn to them.
Slit nodded, averting his gaze away from the scene. Styne followed as did Rachael. Stalking up to the distracted teen, Styne gave her a pleasant grin, gripping her neck maniacally. The young woman being suffocated began scratching his fist with her nails but her movements were feeble. Her friend seated next to her attempted to help, but the choppy haired blonde had already taken care of him with a bullet in his forehead.
After such, Rae removed the ring placed around her index as Slit removed his handgun from holster and threatened it on her temple area.
With shivering fingers, he closed the area between the trigger.
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"Rebecca" Billy known as Bryan Wes responded, her name so unfamiliar to his tongue.
From the debris behind the two women, Leon came running in gasping –dust mirroring his entrance. Rebecca flung her head around, staring at the agent. "You weren't supposed to kill the damn bull" She scolded.
"Better than you guys being dead" He defended.
Their heated discussion was disrupted by a gunshot. All eyes retreated towards the front of the arena. A familiar lady in red holding her TMP stood before the assassins whose guns were sprawled on the floor.
With a graceful leap, she grasped the teen's abdomen and hurried to the back –running, holding her wrist- as the assassins retrieving their weapons fired at her –missing.
The arena bustling with rumors suddenly caught ear of the boxer, four agents and Ada with the girl. Ada, passing the three sprawled on the floor gave them a confused grin.
"Leon" She eyed him. "We need to go" She yelled, snapping back into her progressive thoughts, as the girl in absolute alarm had passed out in Ada's arms, unconscious.
Leon just nodded, helped Rebecca and Jill up from the dusty tiles and hurried to follow the mysterious lady in red outside. Rebecca gazed at the boxer, in her innocent orbs, pleading him to follow. Billy, curios on Rebecca's reasons followed her as well; all tagging after Ada.
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"Dammit!" Slit yelled, losing sight of them as he gripped his palm which was injured –bleeding and wounded.
"Wesker warned us of her". Rachael commented. "We have the gem, though".
"But we need the girl too" Slit stated, nostrils flaring in anger.
"Let's go" He gestured for the two to follow, pulling out a pocket handkerchief and wrapping his palm carefully, as they fled out of the building.
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Situated in an abandoned warehouse a few blocks away from the arena Ada led them to, they took it upon themselves to take a breather from running.
"Ada what the fuck is happening?" Leon groaned, slinking his back down a termite-eaten wall.
Without answering, the lady in red laid the girl on the floor – her back supported by a crate as Ada observed her.
"Wesker wants her dead. That's all I know. He yearns for something she has, that's all I've heard" She answered facing the group before her.
"What are you doing here?" The Asian spy asked, her blood running cold seeing him again –remembering the way he cared for the president's daughter, the way she knew he could never care for her.
"Looking for you, too" He smiled, eyeing the dusty and web entranced environment.
He cast his gaze towards her again which appeared so blank compared to his loving one.
"I suggest you to leave. All of you." She sighed.
"Can you all please explain to me what the hell is happening?" Billy rose, interrupting, head throbbing from this odd gathering.
"Billy…I…you…here…" Rebecca's lips looped into a surprised 'o', then turning into a pleasant grin.
Billy's familiar face gazed at her still decked in his red boxing shorts. His masculine face structure couldn't have seemed more dazed and delighted. Rebecca stood before the open doubled-doors. Outside it was a grassy area surround by a deserted gritty lot. Footfalls could be heard nearing, stealthy and out-of-sight.
Suddenly the familiar blood-red haired man jumped from behind Rebecca, forcing a blade against her neck.
From behind him came Slit, a devious grin plastered on his demeanor "Well, well" Slit cooed.
"Ada. Your boss warned me of you" He smiled.
"Let her go!" Billy glared, moving a few steps closer. His once gleeful state transformed into a state of ire.
"Be careful. Move too close and she's dead" Styne cocked an eyebrow eyeing his prey, dagger slicing her delicate skin. Jill's fingers found itself to her firearm as Billy halted fearing for this woman he hadn't seen in six years, he hadn't made a single contact with. This memory he had longed to live again that had just reappeared in his newly found life.
"You too" Slit eyed the F.B.I. agent, who dropped her hand to her side. Ada just stared, staying near to the girl protectively.
"Bring the girl to the abandoned warehouse. The one that used to be Bella point. And you get her back" Slit ordered as Styne roughly dragged Rebecca out of the warehouse and flung her inside a limo's trunk and locking it –which had just been driven onto the field.
He opened the back-seat door and slid in. Slit just smirked, pulling the passenger door and sliding in.
Billy and the others did their best keeping their composure and antagonism on point, knowing well that they'd kill Rebecca.
After such, the boxer hurried to pursue the vehicle on the dirt terrain. "Don't, they'll kill her if you follow. They'll burn the car with her in it alive if they have to." Ada warned calmly. Billy halted, angered.
There was a difference in the Asian woman Leon could sense. It was the same callous woman he had met years ago. The woman that kept everything within, the one filled with resentment for the world.
Their world was filled with stillness, enveloped in the brooding threats, the silence.
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"Why not just make the exchange there. Why bring them to Wesker's lab" The blonde asked slit, driving the limo.
"Because Bain will be there; And Wesker would be pleased we brought her, anyway; It'll make up for the girl. Anyway, after we get the girl and kill her for Wesker, he can capture those idiots. Even keep the officer for ransom if he pleases." He explained.
"And the point?"
"If we kill Bain we keep the money, we don't have to turn it in; it'll all be for us. If we lure them to the lab, Wesker will be too distracted to see our intentions to kill that best man of his. That white snake, Bain".
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A/n: I hope you liked this chapter. I tried my best and next chapter there will definitely be some romance. And I felt so bad splitting up Rebecca and Billy –I mean, Bryan- after they met and all but it had to be done. Review, review, review! Pwease…..well I had some free time so I took it upon myself to finish another chapter, but I'm not sure if I can fit in another one in.
So I'll try my best. But don't forgetto reveiw! I know I'm nagging, hey what can I say, I love reveiws!
Rezie