Disclaimer: I usually use IOOMOC, or I only own my own creations.
J.L.: Well then, apparently I do have somewhat of a knack for playing Resident Evil 4 or something. I just picked up the game like two weeks ago (as of 3/28/07) because my boyfriend pushed me towards it. We've been at odds over the resident evil series, I myself being a huge fan of the original, and him of RE:4 (He thinks it's the only good game of the series). I didn't buy it when it first came out because I didn't like the lack of zombies in it, I hate Ada Wong and Ashley Graham (Sorry, but from what I've heard, she's useless.) and as for poor Leon...eh...I kinda want to see how many ways I can kill him. He's okay as a character by me. Anyways, I start it up after much ushering by my boyfriend and instantly my RE instincts kick in. I'm not use to the whole behind the character sideview, but I'm back into the feel of killing the easiest with the knife to save ammo, sliceing the crates to save ammo...all that hoopblah. Makes me feel better as I haven't played an RE game in a while. Anyways, on to the story.
Two hours later
"I spy with my little eye..." Chris started saying. If he says blue one more time- "...something blue." He finished.
"Sullivan's locker." I answered obviously completely bored out of my mind.
"How did you-" Chris said looking at me shocked slightly.
"It's the only locker you haven't spied." I said, cutting him off from finishing. I stood up from the bench and stretched, my cold damp clothes clinging to me. Almost too cold. jeez...how long have we been in here? I really do need to warm up...my joints are getting stiff from sitting here too. Time to hit the shower...with enough steam, I could make this into a sauna. A girl could definately go for that. I smirked as I walked to the showers, entered a stall and flicked on the hot water tap.
"Uh..Jill-" Chris started.
"Christopher Redfield!" I shouted out as the ice cold water hit me. I turned around and turned the water off, grasping my body and shivering. I forgot he didn't turn the valve back! Chris walked into the shower room with a towel in hand, walking up to me and drying me off with the towel, now that I was once again drnched in cold water.
"What were you trying to do Jilly, hm?" Chris spoke softly, with a hint of teasing.
"Shu-shu-shu up!" I studdered out. He smiled widely, wrapped the towl over my back and brought me in closer to him with it. I gritted my teeth at him. He's enjoying every minute of me falling for the same stunt twice! His eyes suddenly slitted and his lips parted slightly. Uh... Slowly, his face came down towards my own, slowly...so slowly. Is he gonna...do what I think what I think he's gonna do...why is he going so slow, is it because I'm not responding? The tension is building...so much tension...damn it Chris kiss me already! He stopped his lips by my ear.
"Next time, make sure I turn the valve back, unless you like your showers cold." He whispered and pulled back laughing. I sneered and head butted his chest, flicking on the hot water tap. Cold water hit him, but then it started to warm up.
"Just can't let me win can you?" I muttered, finally enjoying the warm water crashing down on me. He grinned.
"Well, I'm not the dense you know." He reasoned, and I pushed him back from the stall and the warm water.
"Yeah yeah, get your own stall Christy." I responded, running my hands through my hair.
"You sure Jim, I mean, things are starting to get hot." He chuckled out and turned to his warm shower when the click of a lock unlocking sounded through the air. Chris and I both shot our eyes to the locker room, twisting off the shower tabs and ducking down to see who was here. It cannot have been six hours already. I slowly opened the shower stall down and creeped across to the wall that seperated the shower room and the locker room. Someone was digging through a locker near the door. Turning back, I motioned for Chris to follow me, then I crept to the locker set the person was at. It was slightly dark, and I couldn't tell who the person was.
"Sonofa-come on, where is it? I knew I left it here!" The person muttered in an agitated voice. Sounded like Brad...I could just sneak out and he wouldn't even know I was here, but would Chris make it? I'd hate to have to fill out the paperwork on this stunt, and undoubtably people would want their lockers completely checked thanks to my backround...alright Jilly, Sneak out and if any-a thud echoed as Brad's locker door hit his head and his body slumped to the floor. Chris was standing right beside Brad, his hand still in the air from when he pushed the locker door.
"Christopher!" I hissed out and dropped to my knees, checking Brad's pulse. Fine, he's just unconscience. I stood up and crossed my arm, water still dripping off my clothes.
"Jillian. Come on, we have paperwork to avoid." He said, and held his arm out to escort me.
"Not on your life bub." I muttered and made my way for the door.
The next night
"Ready?" Joseph's voice cackled over the radio. I set my picks back into my belt.
"Yeah." I responded. I looked up to Chris, who was pressed against the wall with his standard issue samurai edgeheld uprigth and ready. Figures, the first time I've been in a club all month and it's for a mission. I desperately need to focas on having a life. The loud music of 'Faster kill pussycat' poured over the still jamming club, lively with people. Wesker briefed us about the production and marketing of estacy being held in the basement of Euracy's, the basement itself being rented out to a couple who were discovered in a nearby dumpster. Nice way to go, ODing on the E. I stood up and readied my own samurai edge, opening the door slightly and walking in, hiding behind a barrel sitting nearby. Chris followed suit.
"Definately a production lab, but it's not for estacy...it's a meth lab." I reported in a low whisper.
"In Raccoon? Who the hell-" Joseph started but was abruptly cut off.
"Coming in through the back, see if you can't run them out to us." Barry's voice crackled. I looked over to Chris who nodded.
"Copy. Try not to get shot there Christy." I challenged while smirking. He snorted at me.
"How about this, whoever cuffs one first wins." He challenged. I smiled looking at the suspects working hard on the meth. There were seven of them, and none looked like they had any weapons on them.
"Wins what slick?" Joseph asked over the radio.
"A date with Jill." Wesker's voice unexpectatedly came over the radio. "Now, if you'll please, do your job." He commanded. Thanks Wesker, I owe you one. Chris glanced over smiling.
"I think I might just let you take the first one, what kind of a date would you take yourself out on?" He whispered. I grinned at him.
"At least I know I can please myself, so I'll be happy at the end of the night." I taunted back at him, and his shoulders heaved up and down in laughter held back. The club's music shifted over to a song I distinctly recognized from my days in Delta. Six underground, Nellee hooper's mix...by the sneaker pimps. Been awhile...and once again, I have got to take a day off and get reaquainted with my personal life. Wonder how that will be...'Hello Jill, it's been a while, do anything interesting lately? What do you mean no?'-focas Jilly. On a mission here.
"Frost in position." Joseph reported.
"Redfield in position." Chris said from beside me.
"Burton in position." Barry's gruff voice stated.
"Valentine in position." I said and shifted my weight a bit, waiting for Wesker to give the word to go.
"Copy. Proceed." Wesker voiced and Chris shot over the barrels and ran up to the suspects, holding his weapon out in front of him.
"You are under arrest for the manufactering of an illegal substance. You have the right to-" Chris started but the suspects took off running for the back door. I ran from behind the barrels towards the suspect, Chris running just before me. Something hit the back of my head, and darkness consumed my conscienceness.
Minutes later
"Leave it to Valentine to forget to check the entire area." I heard someone's voice echo from the darkness. I opened one eye squintly and saw several blurs standing around in the back of the S.T.A.R.S. van. Two were checking me out. Then the pain of a massive headache hit me.
"Oh...man..." I muttered, and raised my hand to the forehead.
"Better not tell her that until she can comprehend it." Another voice echoed. I groaned and tried to sit up, but someone pushed me back down.
"Wha-happened?" I moaned out as a new surge of pain came from the back of my head. Reaching my hand back, I felt a rather large bump.
"You didn't check behind you when your ran after Chris. One of the suspects was behind you guys, and pistol whipped you." The familiar voice of Barry explained. I grunted and opened my eyes fully, focasing them on him.
"So, they did have weapons...I should have known...what criminal goes without one?" I mumbled and Barry shook his head, applying a warm damp cloth to my head.
"You'll be fine. Chris is the one getting yelled at for charging out there like that. The good news is, we've booked all of them." Joseph said and I closed my eyes. So just a simple mess up, not one costing us anything but a throbbing headache for myself, wonderful.
"The bad news is you have tomorrow and the next day off, no pay." Barry instructed, lifting the now cold cloth from my head.
"Yeah, but Brad got the same thing when they found him in the locker room on the floor. It's like someone's knocking all the Alpha's out." Joseph said as I sat up once again, my throbbing pain subceeding.
"Wait...this headache won't take me two days to get over." I reasoned. Barry and Joseph chuckled.
"Well...do you remember that one little challenge-thingy-ma-doodle we made before you got yourself knocked unconscience?" Joseph asked, grinning like there was a dirty secret in his pants that he was dying to show me. Don't even tell me...
"You have got to be kidding me." I mumbled out as Wesker and Chris stepped into the back of the van.
"I kid you not Valentine." Wesker's gruff british accent slicing through my swirly thoughts. I eased back down on the seat.
"I'm not going out on a date with Joseph." I stated firmly. Joseph and Barry busted out laughing, and the throbbing pain returned, causing me to cringe.
"No, I have work tomorrow." Joseph said. Good, they're just...wait...Wesker's in this? That guy has not gone along with any joke that Joseph and Forest have come up with for so long as I've been here.
"I'll pick you up at seven tomorrow night." I heard Chris say. No fucking way. You mean to tell me he arrested the first guy and didn't even stop to see if I was okay?! That inconsidera-
"Fuck you Redfield." I muttered.
"You and Redfield are under two days suspension no pay, and you are going out on a date with Redfield. That's an order Valentine." Wesker abruptly commanded and I heard his footsteps head for the front of the van.
"I'm going to kill him someday." I muttered out in protest before falling asleep.
J.L.: I'm not exactly sure what I'm aiming for here, but in any case, I've been putting references in inadvertantly. For example, last chapter's line "Like two assholes on their first date." is from the game Gears of War discussing Marcus and Baird. "Every moment that I count down" is lyrics from a Boom Boom Satellites song. I really cannot remember if there has been any other references, but I'm sure there have been. Anyways, I'm planning to have an update up at least once a week. I do planning on having the Bravo's show up eventually, because I have a good idea concerning Joseph and Forest. As for the date, I'm completely lost on the idea, but from the format so far, expect a little action (as in actual gunfire/combat) and then sexual tension. Other than that, I'm completely inexplicably lost. Oh, and "Faster Kill Pussycat" would never have been played back in 1997 (The time setting for this.) as it was made in the 2000's I'm sure of, but this is fanfiction and it doesn't have to be historically correct, so if I do occasionally slip and put things in here that didn't exist back then, forgive me, I was only eight in 1997. AS always, review and let me know what you think.