No, I am not dead. Hell of a holiday I had. That's all. Anyway new story! This was just an idea that came up while I was bored in class.
August 2nd, 12:34 am, Chicago, Illinois, Downtown District
"Freeze, Police!"
"Stand down! Stand down!"
"Put your hands behind your head and drop the bag! Do it! Do it now!"
Seeing there was no way out this time, the thief relentlessly dropped the bag full of jewels and did as she was told.
One of the cops took a careful approach to the thief, who was knelt on the ground.
He grabbed her harshly and slammed her head on the hood of the car
"What else have you got on you huh?" The officer frisked her and found a pocket knife in one of her pockets. And after checking her backpack, there was a lockpick set along with jiggler keys, stolen electronics and cash, and an illegally modified homemade police scanner.
They have finally caught her, but she wasn't gonna go to jail without a fight. The thief made a ferocious and violent attempt to break free from the officer holding her hands back. One of her arms came free and she used it to elbow the officer in the stomach.
He recoiled in pain, giving her the time to slam his head into the vehicle's window. She then made a dash for it.
"Hey!"
"She's running!"
"Pursuing suspect on foot. Send back-up!"
She looked behind her and saw three officers on her tail. The thief ran as fast as her legs could go. Adrenaline coursed through her veins. If she was caught now, she'd spend all her life in prison. She had to escape.
Hearing the sound of footsteps inching closer and closer. She looked back and saw them gaining on her. Thinking fast, she looked ahead to the alley and saw stacked boxes.
She slammed her foot into the box that kept them all in place, and it all collapsed, tripping two of the pursuing officers.
The third officer leapt over the crates and his colleagues to keep up with her.
Her path was soon blocked off by a wall. She scaled it with ease, but the officer grabbed her by the leg.
She drew her foot back and kicked her pursuer in the face as quickly as she could. After her legs pulled loose, she fell to the opposite side.
She looked over to her left after hearing intense pacing and saw an aggressive dog racing at her.
Eyes wide in shock, she threw the dog to the side as it came on top of her. She quickly stood up and ran for the door that was nearby.
Panicking and turning the knob, it wouldn't budge. "Oh shit!"
The dog barked angrily at her and charged at her again, this time intending to rip her skin off with its jaws.
She desperately slammed the door with her shoulder, but it remained shut. Looking back, she could see that the enraged dog was practically on top of her. "Open damn it!" She took a small step back and slammed the door open with her foot as hard as she could.
She slammed the door shut as she entered the building. She paused for a bit to catch her breath before continuing on her escape.
She made her way to the top of the building and opened the entrance to the rooftop.
She raced across the rooftop and leaped onto the roof of the next building. A spotlight shone down on her, and she noticed a helicopter hovering above her. Assuming it was just a police helicopter on the search for her, she didn't pay much attention to it.
Until it started shooting at her!
She kept running in the hopes of descending the building rooftops. The Chicago mob has caught up with her. Stealing money from the mob wasn't exactly the brightest idea, but it paid off beautifully.
Only one thing was coming through in her mind.. 'RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!'
The helicopter was spraying machine gun fire down close to her feet as she ran across the rooftop as quickly as she could.
Looking ahead, she could see that she was running out of rooftop ground. She picked up speed and jumped down into the next building, landing harshly. As more gunfire rained down on her, she swiftly sprang to her feet.
The mob didn't stop firing as she ran and ran. On the construction site of the building, they continued to fire at her. She covered her face as glass shards exploded as gun fire shattered the windows.
She looked back and just avoided being hit by a bullet. Ahead of her there was no building left for her to land. There was only one way. She jumped from the edge and landed on the fire escape staircase by sheer luck.
She managed to spot blue and red lights flashing into the dark alleyway as she hopped down to the dumpster. "Oh shit."
She hid behind the dumpster as two officers stepped out of the cruiser.
"You head around the front, I'll cover the back."
"You got it."
This was her chance.
She ran towards the driver's seat and kicked the officer standing by the door and threw him to the side. She hopped in the cruiser with the keys still in the ignition.
"Hey! Hey! Freeze Police! Outta the car! Get outta the car now-"
With no time to lose, she slammed her foot on the pedal and accelerated away from the scene.
Getting to the main road now, her only objective now was to get out of Chicago.
"10-33! 10-33! Officer down and our cruiser's been stolen!"
"Roger that, what's their twenty?"
"I got two blocks…. Two blocks south of my current location!"
"Back-up's already en-route, E.T.A. five minutes."
She searched on the GPS on the dashboard and plotted out the quickest route out of the city. She navigated tight curves while avoiding the helicopter that was still following her.
"Possibly heading southbound towards Franklin, units in the area please respond."
"Charlie-5, heading there now."
The helicopter was on top of her again as she turned the next corner. At her and civilian vehicles, they were being shot down. She swerved narrowly to avoid machine gun fire, and the bullets hit a civilian vehicle instead. The car blew up in front of her, engulfed in flames.
There was a tunnel in front of her. "This is going to be tight," she said as she shifted the car into fourth gear and accelerated. The cruiser was hit by bullets, but she was spared as she barely made it inside the enclosed tunnel.
"Attention all units, we have a civilian helicopter firing on traffic at the financial district. I want all available units on scene now!"
The tunnel cover wouldn't last forever. She had to brace herself again and avoid being killed by the mob.
"Anyone got a position on that chopper?"
"I got them! Target is currently heading north along the river."
The helicopter was waiting for her when she exited the tunnel, just as she had expected. As it began firing at her again, she swerved out of the way.
Her only choice left was the construction site. She swerved left, she swerved right, doing everything she can to keep the police cruiser running. The last thing she would need was a bullet hitting something vital.
"I need a status update on that chopper now!"
"B.C.B I lost him! I lost him!"
She was almost out of the city according to the GPS. There was still a mile and a half to go to the highway. The only issue was losing the chopper that was so determined to kill her.
"Code 10! Code 10! Chopper is going code 10! When's that S.W.A.T. Team getting here!?"
"Standby for ETA, Standby."
The thief was getting close to 7416 Chicago Skyway, where she could make a complete escape to Indiana. However, a police roadblock blocked the interstate, forcing her to take I-94 instead. "Fuck. It's only going to get tougher."
"I have eyes on the chopper, it just blew by the 10-73 on Michigan Avenue!"
"Where's she heading!? Where's she heading!?"
"I got em! I got em! She's heading down the train yard!"
Going down the train yard was either really smart or really stupid. But now she was desperate. She maneuvered behind the parked trains to the service tunnel, which would lead her back to the main road.
The vehicle spent some air time before landing on the little intersection after taking the small ramp on top of barrels. Ahead of her was a tanker truck. There was no room to overtake in the tight space. The helicopter blew in front of her. "You better not!"
This provided an opportunity for the helicopter pilot to take her out. He adjusted the chopper such that the mounted gunner on the side could easily fire at the oil truck. The oil tank burst up in flames and rolled to the side when the high-powered bullets struck it.
The thief roughly swerved to the left, causing the car to roll down to the main train tracks.
Falling back into consciousness, the first thing she noticed was the pain in her head. It stung as she opened her eyes. Her eyes were blurry, she was disoriented. She tried to work out exactly what happened, but before that, she realized where she was. Upside down in a cop car.
She attempted to move around, but she remained in the same position. She then realized she was being held up by her seatbelt. She leaned forward and pressed down hard on the seat belt release button. When that didn't work, she yanked on the latch plate and was freed.
She hit her head as she landed on the vehicle's windshield. She grunted in pain and held her head. She hadn't registered that she was sitting on top of a level crossing until she saw reflectors flashing and the deafening sound of a train horn….
"Huh?" She noticed the lights of a fast-moving train to her left. "Ah shit!"
She began to think quickly. She pounded her fist on the right window of the car, but it was useless, it didn't shatter. She recoiled her hand in pain as she considered another option. She turned around and tried the left car window. She slammed her foot on the damaged glass several times before it shattered.
She scrambled out through the car's window as the train came closer and closer. She managed to squeeze out the window in time as the train rammed the car and tore it to shreds.
She tried to make a run for it, but she collapsed to the floor after feeling intense pain all over her body. She realized all the energy she used escaping the wreck was adrenaline.
To make matters worse, she heard the sound of a car pulling over. "I got the suspect at my location." The officer ran towards the thief to check on her. "Hey! Can you hear me?"
She managed to let out a broken "Yeah."
"How many fingers am I holding up?"
"F…four."
"Okay. What hurts?"
"Ev…everything."
"Everything?"
"Y…y….yes."
"You got anything in your pockets?"
"No…."
"Okay. Can you stay calm and relaxed for me?"
She grunted in response, signaling she heard him.
The officer kneeled down beside her to examine the damage. Blood was dripping down her face from a massive wound on her forehead.
"Yeah, hey I need EMS down here at my location."
The thief became light-headed as a result of the amount of pain she was experiencing. She softly closed her eyes shut.
"Hey! Hey! Stay with me. Keep your eyes open."
She tried her hardest to open her eyes, but she could only get one partially open.
More officers arrived on scene, blocking and redirecting traffic on the main road. The other officers looked over the damage done to the cruiser stolen by the thief. The police department planned to replace the outdated Ford Taurus with the Chevrolet Caprice the next year. "Damn. You really made her rest in peace." One of the officers commented, looking at the destroyed car.
Paramedics arrived a few minutes later after being called. They pulled out a stretcher and placed the injured thief on top and hauled her into the back of the ambulance.
There was no sign of the helicopter that was was firing down on her. They probably think Jill was dead.
CHICAGO POLICE DEPARTMENT FILE (MOST WANTED): VALENTINE, JILL
Nationality: French-American
Full name: Jill Valentine
Aliases: N/A
Sex: Female
Date of Birth: October 21st, 1974
Place of Birth: High Point, North Carolina
Height: 172 cm (5 ft 8 in)
Weight: 50.4 kg (111 lb)
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Light Blue
Blood Type: B
Family: Dick Valentine, Sumire Sugimoto (Deceased)
Skills: Lock Picking, pickpocketing, breaking and entering, hot wiring, theft,
Background:
Jill Valentine is the only child of Dick Valentine, a renowned cat thief, and Sumire Sugimoto, his Japanese wife. Jill was raised by her father after her mother died while she was a teenager. Her father taught her how to steal, burglarize, pickpocket and steal vehicles just at the age of seventeen.
Her cockiness and arrogance had led her into a debt she can't repay. The mob had put a price on her head.
Hot-headed, big ego, and unpredictable
Status: Arrested by C.P.D. on August 2nd and is being transferred to the Metropolitan Correctional Center
Other: "Master of Unlocking"
Metropolitan Correctional Center, 1 month later….
"You have a visitor."
As the cell door opened, the light shone on Jill's face. She was still grumpy given the fact that it was early in the morning. "Mmmm...just give me a minute." She murmured, her face buried in the pillow.
"You have two minutes." The guard said and shut the cell door.
Jill rubbed her eyes before standing up and stretching her arms. She looked around her 'Cell' which she would describe more as a luxury hotel. There was lots of space, a clean toilet, a table and a chair. The prison food she was given wasn't so bad either.
Jill walked over to the cell door and knocked. "I'm ready."
The cell door opened and the guard stepped inside. "Turn around." He commanded her.
Jill turned around and felt the guard approach her. She felt the guard pull her hands behind her back and her wrists were cuffed in tight. Too tight perhaps. "Agh! Could you at least loosen these cuffs a bit?"
"Shut up." Was his only response and he hauled her out of the cell.
Expecting to be brought to the prison's visiting room, she was surprised to be standing outside the interrogation room. The guard unlocked the door with a key he produced from his pocket. The guard pushed her inside and seated her on the chair. "Your visitor will be here shortly."
"Asshole." Jill mumbled as the door shut. This was unusual. Being sent to the interrogation room for a visitor? The visitor center was on the other side of the complex. And there she sat in the dark room.
The metal door to the interrogation room opened and a man dressed in military clothes stepped inside. He stared at her before sitting down on the chair across from her.
"Who are you?" Jill asked with slight annoyance.
"Sergeant Major, Richard A. Kidd from the U.S. ARMY." He addressed himself. "I'm here today because we saw you as a perfect role for our operations."
"What makes you think that?"
The sergeant smiled as he reached into his bag and drew out a file and dropped it on the table. "We read your file Valentine."
"Whatever you read in that file is bullshit."
The sergeant raised an eyebrow. He then produced a heavy duffel bag from the floor and placed it on the table. He shuffled his hands inside the bag before pulling out something Jill was all so familiar with. Her old lock pick set.
Without saying anything further, the sergeant took out another file, which listed all of her criminal offenses over the previous three and a half years. Her most serious crime was when she robbed a bank late at night without tripping the alarm or being seen and managed to get away with it.
"This is why we think you're perfect for us. You'll have outstanding results in our stealth operations."
Jill looked down at the files then back to the man seated in front of her. If she accepted his deal, would she be free?
The Sergeant leaned forward into the table. "Think about it. If you join us, you will be released from jail and live a free life after serving. If you refuse, you'll spend the rest of your life here."
Was it really that easy? Jill thought about it for a moment. If she joined them, there was a risk she could die in service. But she wasn't too keen to stay in prison for the rest of her life either. She made up her mind.
Jill scoffed. "Alright. I'm in. How long do I have to be of service?"
"That is yet to be decided. Done deal?" The sergeant stood up.
"Deal."
"Good. You'll be released next week. I'll have someone to pick you up and bring you to the airport. You'll be sent to Fort Jackson for training."
"OK."
"Well then. I'll see you next week."
"Why am I doing this?" " Jill pondered as she walked out the prison that had served as her 'Home.' She was now ready to start her career as a soldier. She looked around the parking lot for her pickup.
A man leaning against a jeep caught her eye. He was wearing military fatigues, so she assumed he was her pickup.
Jill approached the man and caught his attention. The man wore sunglasses along with a fatigue hat over his head. "Are you Jill Valentine?" The man asked.
"I sure am."
September 27, Fort Jackson, Columbia, South Carolina
The military processing has finished. Jill was accepted to undergo eight weeks of basic training before officially being part of the army. Dressed in the complete uniform, with her surname written on the right side of her shirt. VALENTINE
There she stood with other recruits, waiting for the bus that would take their company to their barracks. This is when she resides for the rest of her training. This was her last chance to back out. But she stayed. There was no turning back. She looked around. Surrounded by men, she was probably one of the few women in the program.
She saw someone speaking to the staff sergeant by the steps. Someone had decided to change their mind and be left behind.
She was brought out of her thoughts as the staff sergeant called to everyone's attention. The bus had arrived. 'Here we go'
Jill had promised herself that she would get through the training no matter how rough, violent or even life threatening it was.
"Let's go. You guys are going to the front bus. Go!"
That was her signal. She picked up her rucksack and stood up to follow the other recruits to the bus that would transport them to the barracks. She boarded the bus and sat down next to another recruit.
This short bus ride from processing to their new barracks will most likely be Jill's most peaceful moment in a long time. What happens next is known as the 'Shark Attack.' Also known as the time of day when drill sergeants would scream at your face all day.
She looked around. Everyone was dead quiet and terrified. Some probably have regrets right now.
Week 1
It hasn't even been an entire week into Jill's training, and she thought she was gonna die. For today's training session, they would be exposed to CS Gas, or Tear Gas in week one.
Jill had her gas mask on, lined up with everyone.
"Once we check your seal, you WILL NOT touch your pro-mask."
The drill sergeant up front called to everyone's attention. "You guys are gonna continue to fall in until we tell you to STOP. You're gonna place your back against the wall and remove your mask when instructed to."
They were all ordered to enter the gas hut and they all lined up against the wall.
"Once you are exposed to this gas, you will feel a burning sensation in the eyes and nose. Excessive salivation. Watery eyes and blurred vision. Coughing, disorientation, and confusion. Today, you will be exposed to the gas. Upon exiting the gas hut, you are advised to flap your arms like birds to remove excess gas from your uniform. It may sound stupid, but trust me, you wouldn't want the gas in your uniform. Everyone ready? Remove your masks."
Jill slowly removed the mask from her face as the gas started circulating the room. At first, she didn't feel anything. Until the gas started to enter her eyes and nose. She took another whiff and it started to really hit her.
Everything the drill sergeant said about the gas effects were true. The harsh, spicy gas caught her throat, clinging to it like a lifeline. No matter how hard she coughed, she couldn't get rid of the scorching sensation. It suffocated her by chipping small pieces of her throat out. The gas pierced her eyes, filling them with tears. Her eyes felt like they were on fire, as if Tabasco had been poured into them.
She collapsed to the ground, saliva pouring down her mouth down to the floor. She didn't think she could take it any longer. How long were they ordered to stay inside? "You guys have three more minutes until you can exit!"
'Fuck!' She continued to cough, trying to get the violent gas out of her throat but to no avail. As she continued to struggle, she started to not only feel the gas inside her body, but on her uniform as well. Rolling her sleeves up was a big mistake, as the gas started burning her skin.
She wasn't the only one struggling. The other recruit's weren't doing so well either. Someone tried to reach for the door and open it, only for it to not budge as someone was holding the door closed.
Finally, the drill sergeant announced that they were allowed to exit the hut. As the door opened, everyone did as they were advised and flapped their arms to get rid of the excess gas in their uniforms. Some ran straight for a water bottle and poured it into their eyes to get rid of the burning.
Jill held her breath as she poured the icy cold water to rinse the gas from her eyes. The tear gas usually subsides after four minutes of breathing in fresh air, but that wouldn't stop the pain everytime she took a breath.
Barracks, 9 pm
"Alright ladies, get to bed. You have more training due tomorrow. I'll see you guys tomorrow, have a goodnight everyone." The drill sergeant turned the lights off and shut the door quietly behind him. It was time to catch some sleep.
Jill lay on the bed. Having only one pillow was weird, but that was just how things worked. She was tired, and just wanted to rest.
She was already stressed, and this was only week one of training out of ten….