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J.L.: Alright, launching right into the next chapter.
Thirty minutes later
"This is a covert operation, one that requires Valentine's skills at the first stage. Vickers is hacking into their camera system and is currently reconfiguring it. Since Speyer and Frost have not shown up, Sullivan and Aiken will act as backup, with Redfield providing cover for Valentine should she require it up until stage two. Understood?" Wesker briefed us, the blueprints of the storehouse on the projector. I sat there with my arms crossed over, my lucky blue beret perched atop my head.
"Yes sir." The entire S.T.A.R.S. team chorused together as disciplined. Chris sat, his eyes fixated on the screen. So was everyone else.
"The second stage, is the eventual confrontation with the dealer. He will undoubtably have guards, which is why not only Aiken and Sullivan be back up, but Marini and Burton will act as rear guard. We must bring the dealer into custody, and secure the warehouse for further investigation. Should any complications arise, S.W.A.T. and myself will secure the area ourselves, understood?" Wesker finished up.
twenty minutes later
The club was alive and pumping, megalomaniacal by kmfdm bouncing out of the stereo surround system. It's beat was muffled a bit, but still echoed in the warehouse I had snuck into. I had myself pressed against a wall as a man smoking a cigarette and carrying a glock walked past. One quick hit-The man hit the floor and was already hidden before the next verse could thump out. Chris was behind me a ways, allowing me to disperse the guard before we made our way to the second story office. Going to be hard to get up there unnoticed...the stairway is in plain sight of everything. Chris walked up behind me, and I felt his samurai edge prseed against my back. His lips lowered to my cheek and I turned, touching my own to his.
"I'll play good guard and take you to dealer man." He whispered, and I barely made out thanks to the loud noise. Thankfully, the movements of his lips against mine relayed what I missed. I see. He lit up his own cigarette, took my gun and tucked it in his belt, digging his own into my back and edging me along. I held my hands up in submission and we made our way for the staircase. Another guard was coming down, and he nodded at Chris when he saw me as his captive. Chris passed by his and we made it to the office. I knocked on the door and it opened, Chris pushing me inside before it shut in his face. The blonde man glared at me.
"What are you doing here?!" He screeched out. He had two bodyguards and no guns on himself. One of the guards lowered their muzzle to my head as I sat up with my hands held up. Good going Chris, automatic doors moron...
"I was sent back here to see Johnny 10 inch." I thought up quickly and the kid smiled, signaling his bodyguards to exit through the door I had come through. See Wesker, seduction does work. Suddenly, I was alone with the dealer. What now? I stood up and brushed myself off.
"So, Domonico sent you for me...nice. Great rack, nice curves, and you look hot in those cargos and that tight black shirt. Love the ass." He commented. I smirked and shifted my hip over, placing a hand on it.
"I just wanna know, I'm into bad boys and all...so what's this rumor I hear of you deing a cocaine drug lord?" I asked daringly. He laughed loudly and walked up to me, pressing his body against mine against the wall.
"I only deal in the estacy, not that coke crap." He said and dived for a kiss until gunshots rang out from the other side of the door. Chris! I pushed the dealer back and planted my boot firmly on his chest knocking him back onto the floor. Digging into my belt pocket, I pulled out a set of handcuffs and handcuffed the dealer to the desk bolted to the floor.
"Now, I like it rough, so be a good boy and stay under the desk unless you want hurt." I specified and the dealer spit on me. I glared at him, debating on whether to explain his miranda rights, but then had to roll out from under the table and flip it up to protect from the bullets entering the room.
"Where's that little whore?!" A man cried out from the other side. I gritted my teeth and slammed my back against the table, knocking it straight into the man and handspring kicking him in the face. The man dropped to the ground. I picked up his glock and pressed myself against the walls, gunshots screaming past the opening of the door. This is crazy shit! The music crossfaded over to Everytime we touch by Cascada, serving as a foil to the gun violence partaking at the moment. Damn it! Chris please don't get your ass killed out there, I'd rather not drag your body back to Wesker! A bullet ricocheted off the door and slapped into the shoulder of the dealer, laying on his back still cuffed to the table. Better fix that or he'll die on me. Slammed the door shut with my foot and crawled over to where the dealer now bled.
"I'm going to fix that wound up real quick, just don't do anything stupid." I instructed and tore the bottem half of my black S.T.A.R.S. to tie around the dealer's shoulder.
"Jill, get your ass up and grab him! Let's go!" I heard Barry's voice shout out. I snapped my head up and nodded, unhooking the dealer's cuffs from the table and lifting him up to carry him.
"Where's Richard, Enrico and Ken?" I asked as we ran out of the room dodging a barrage of bullets. One whizzed close enough for me to hear it.
"Suppose to be providing cover for us." Barry shouted as we ducked behind a freezer. "Where's Chris?" He asked and I shook my head.
"Got seperated at the door to this guy." I said and jerked my thumb towards the dealer, who was leaned up against the freezer. Something went off near by and shrapnel hit the other side of the freezer, causeing the dealer to scream out and lurch forward in an attempt to escape. I grabbed him and slammed him back against the freezer.
"Well, there's nothing like the present Jill!" Barry yelled out, firing off his custom .357 magnum to provide cover while I carried the dealer towards the back of the warehouse where S.W.A.T. awaited orders to charge inside. I kicked the door down and stepped out into the cool crisp april night. About thirty guns pointed at me and I gritted my teeth.
"Can anyone read him his miranda rights? I've got to go back and make sure the rest of the S.T.A.R.S. get out." I shouted out and the guns lowered, the closest officer running up to grab the dealer and process him. I turned back, check my hand gun's clip, and headed back inside. A spray of bullets hit the wall next to me, and I jumped to the side and rolled behind another freezer.
"Shit! Sorry about that Jill!" Richard Aiken called out and ran towards me.
"Next time, check your aim!" I grunted at him and readied my aim at a guy crouched behind a flipped over table. One of the dealer's thugs. I'm no marksman though...my specialty is B&E...Richard's shotgun isn't good enough for this either...damn. I held my hand up for Richard to wait there, then crounch-ran over to the guy, pistol whipping him into unconscienceness. I'm still sneaky as hell though. I could hear the crack of Barry's powerful .357 and the rat-ta-tat-tat of Enrico's semi-automatic rifle. Several yelps echoed across the warhouse, but the Club's music kept it from reaching the club goers. They won't even know what happened until the news tomorrow. A bullet smacked against the table and I rolled to the side, checking my aim and firing one into a thug's leg. He dropped down and didn't get back up, clutching his blown kneecap.
"Jill, to your left!" I heard Richard yell out and I saw a guy with a laser guided M16A2 aiming right at me. The laser itself was pointed at my chest. Fuck me. I set my gun down and raised me arms up, the guy smiling as I did so. He didn't even see Ken sneak up and slam the handle of a bowie knife into the his temple. The guy hit the ground with a thump and it echoed. The gunfire had ceased, and S.W.A.T. had entered to detain the thugs. I holstered my gun and stood up, smiling at Ken and Richard. They nodded and headed outside. Barry and Enrico were assisting the arresting officers in gathering up the wonded and unconscience. I glanced around several times and noticed someone was missing.
"Anyone see Redfield?" I asked and no one answered. Shit, he better not be dead...he cannot be dead. I gritted my teeth and walked around the corner to where the office was. What if he is though, it's always a possiblity...don't start that damn it. I climbed the stairs and check around the office. He wasn't there. Come on Chris damn it! Don't make me go looking for a corpse...please...I walked back out and glanced around the other side of the platform, walking while I unholstered my gun and side stepped down the dark pass. At sometime during the gun fights, the lights had been shot out. The pass opened up into a private hallway, probably leading back to the club. There was a room adjacent to the hall, the door partially cracked. Shit...one of the thugs must be...wait...why would they wait in there when the club's further down? I walked up and kicked the door in, my gun pointed straight at the man standing inside.
"Which side are you on?" Chris asked, holding up the delivery papers as firm evidence to the next lead on the estacy case. I reholstered my gun and placed my hand on my hip.
"Wait, all this time I've been getting shot at, you the marksman himself, have been collecting paperwork?" I said frustrated. He didn't say anything, his eyebrow cocked at my stomach. The hell is he...I looked down and saw that with my bottem half of my shirt ripped, my abs were showing. I also had a small cut. Blood was a bit smeared over my shoulder from carrying the dealer. Chris promptly walked over and ripped my shoulder sleeve off, examining for a wound. "I'm okay..." I started.
"Want to explain it though?" He asked.
"A stray bullet hit the dealer and I had to carry him out." I answered. Chris shook his head and set the papers down, pulling out the First aid spray to hit my small cut on the stomach with. An officer walked in just as Chris started spraying.
"You alright Valentine?" The officer asked.
"Yes. We'll process this room Clark." Chris answered finishing up and Clark nodded and left. Chris licked his thumb and wiped the blood smear on my stomach off with it.
"Chris..." I warned him and he looked up mischieviously.
"What?" He asked innocent like.
"I just finished a gun battle up minutes ago, my blood is still pumping quickly from it. Let's not instigate it alright?" I said.
"So, I'm turning you on?" He said, and pressed himself against me and the wall. Not this again... this really isn't the best time. We're still on duty...His fingertips brushing my hair back, his warm breath gliding across my face and neck, and his alluring eyes. I couldn't help it, I sighed deeply and wrapped my arms around him.
"Let's not do this here..." I moaned out slightly and looked at him. He smiled, and nodded, hugging me tightly. I think I could get use to this.
"Let's get this finished and go home." He said, and we quickly started on processing the room.
J.L.: So, anyways, The next chapter is the last one. Wait-before you go all "You cut this short!" Look at the time line. It's like April now, And since Rebecca shows up in May and the murders start around that time as well, I'm going to cut it off. After all, we all know how the game went, or at least we should. Keep your eyes out for the sequel that can stand alone, "Old Beats of Raccoon City". I'll be posting that up soon, the time line written out. It's basically what I'm hoping resident evil 5 will turn out to be (although it won't.) so it's after Raccoon city and before Leon's trist will the plagas. Also, once again the music mentioned in here probably isn't from this time, but this is fanfiction, not fanhistory.