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Jack arrived back in America and found Chris and Claire waiting for him at the airport. He waved at them as he walked over and hugged them both before they proceeded to walk out to the parking lot to Chris' jeep to put Jack's suitcases in the back.

"Hey, Chris, where's Jill?" He asked as they drove away from the airport. Chris looked at Jack from the rear view mirror to answer. "Don't worry, buddy. She's taking care of some business down at the BSAA headquarters. You'll see her soon. Besides, she's got a surprise for you." Chris said with a smile at Claire as they drove closer to the city of Texas. Jack looked confused at the way the Redfield siblings looked at each other, but shrugged it off then sat back in his seat and enjoyed the ride.

One hour later, Chris' apartment...

Chris opened the door and let Jack walk in. He set his suitcases near the couch and took a quick look at the apartment. "Huh. I remember this place being a lot bigger the last time I was here." He said with a chuckle as Chris walked up behind him with a laugh and suddenly put him in a headlock. "That's because you're getting old too fast, buddy. You're not allowed to get so old, so fast." He said as he and Jack both wrestled each other to the floor laughing while making Claire giggle.

"Alright, you two that's enough." She said making them stop then stand up. "Now, Jack, grab your suitcases and I'll show you to your room. Chris, you need to figure out what we're having for dinner tonight. Is someone gonna cook or are we ordering out?" She asked.

Jack looked at Chris and smiled with his arms crossed. Chris looked at both of them, shrugged and smiled. "I'm gonna cook of course." He said. Claire and Jack snickered as Claire pulled out her phone. "Well, I guess we're having pizza tonight." She declared, taking out her phone.

"Hey!" Chris yelled, making Jack and Claire laugh while Jack picked up his suitcases before he was shown to his room.

A few hours later, Jill came by to the apartment and Jack surprised her by hugging her from behind.

"Hey, aunt Jill, how are you?" He asked her. She turned around and kissed his cheek before hugging him. "I'm doing just fine, Jack. How's your mom?" She asked him as they walked over to sit down on the couch. "She's doing ok. Still loving her job. Perhaps a little too much at times, but she's good." He answered with a laugh.

Jill giggled before she stood up. "Did Chris tell you that did I have a surprise for you?" She asked. Jack looked up at her and nodded. "Yeah, he did, but he didn't tell me what it was." He said before she motioned for him to follow her. He stood up and followed her to the guest bedroom, her room.

She walked over to the closet and pulled out a wodden case. She handed him a letter that he read to himself.

"Jack, how you doing, kid? It's been a long time since I last saw you, you're probably a grown man by now and it'll probably be a little bit longer before I see you again. But in the meantime, Jill asked me to make a present for you. I understand you are looking to join the BSAA someday and I have got the perfect gift made for you. You know about Redfield and Jill's Samurai Edge, right? Well, I'm not Robert Kendo, the man who made them, but I fortunately came across someone who makes the same quality work as he did. He had an apprentice and this man makes some high quality weapons that would make Kendo himself proud, but let me get to the point. You are one of a kind, Jack Valentine. So, your gift should be the same. I hope you enjoy your very own second generation Samurai Edge, Jack. The Dragon Edge. It's the first and probably only one of it's generation, so take good care of it. I hope you enjoy it, kid. Say hello to Jill for me, would you? Until we meet again.

Your good friend, Carlos Oliveira."

Jack looked up from the letter to see Jill had opened the wooden case to reveal a forest green 9mm handgun with 3 loaded magazines just below it.

Jack's eyes widened when he saw it making Jill smile. "Wow. My very own Samurai Edge, huh? But it's a first generation Dragon Edge. This... is cool as hell, Jill." He said taking the gun out of the case to examine it.

Jill nodded and put the case on the bed before sitting down. "Yeah, Carlos went above and beyond to get this made. Personally, I think a Samurai Edge of your own would've been a great gift for you. But a Samurai Edge that has been modified into a Dragon Edge of it's own generation? That's the perfect gift for you." She explained as Jack continued to examine the gun in his hand.

"Man, this so cool. I honestly wasn't expecting a gift like this until AFTER I joined the BSAA." He admitted making Jill shake her head with a smile. "Well, you can use it once you join the BSAA, but this is mainly for self defense in case you ever run into any trouble. Plus, you already have your permit when you took the tests in both here in America and Japan, so you shouldn't have too much trouble carrying a weapon around Japan. But not at school." She said.

Jack laughed then nodded. "No, I'm not going to do that." He assured her as he finished examining his new gun and put it back in it's case. "So, you hungry? There's still some pizza left over, I think. If Chris didn't eat it all already." He asked her.

"Jack? I heard that." Chris said from the kitchen.

Jill laughed then patted Jack's cheek. "Sure, I could eat. I worked up an appetite when I was at HQ. Plus, it's an action movie night! So, we're going to be up for a while." She said putting an arm around Jack's shoulder before they walked back to the kitchen to see Claire popping in a movie in the DVD player.

Jill grabbed a plate, got two pieces of pizza and sat down with Chris, Jack and Claire in the apartments living room as the movie just started playing.

Meanwhile, back in Japan...

A pawnshop owner was sitting at the front counter of the store counting the money he had made that day when all of a sudden he looks up and sees multiple silhouettes standing outside of the front door.

He takes the cigarette he's smoking out of his mouth and shouts at the figures. "Hey, piss off! We're closed! Come back tomorrow!"

BANG BANG BANG!!!

"Go sleep it off somewhere else dustheads, unless you want to get your asses kicked." He mumbles before the figures somehow tore down the metal gate that kept the store safe and protected, but not anymore.

Looking frustrated and annoyed, the pawnshop owner gets up off his chair, grabs his metal bat and walks toward the store's entrance. "These goddamn creatures of the night. They never learn." He said walking closer to the door but soon stops when he sees the looks on the figures faces.

Blank, lifeless and dead.

The figures moaned as they tapped and dragged their hands down the glass of the door.

"Hey! Hey, get the hell out of here you freaks! Or I'll beat your heads in!" The store owner shouts, but the figures, hearing someone inside the store, beat the glass door aggressively until the glass broke, allowing them entrance into the store.

The store owner stood his ground and bashed some of the creatures heads in, but they all eventually overwhelmed him.

He screamed and thrashed his arms trying to fight back, but it was no use, they dragged him to the ground and began devouring him while tearing him apart.