Resident Evil : Burn It Down

Part Three

Jill looked around. Was she watching them? Was Umbrella watching them? They were a step ahead, already. Things had only just begun.

"What now?" Leon asks. Jill shrugs.

"The only thing we really can do. Call it in," she fetches her phone and punches some numbers in and it begins to ring. Leon wanders around aimlessly whistling loudly. "Shhhh!" Jill presses her finger to her lips. Leon throws his hands up as if he'd been caught by the police after committing a seriously bad crime.

"Sorry boss," he chuckles and Jill rolls her eyes. The phone is still ringing. Jill takes it from her ear and looks at the number to check she's called the right number. It is correct. She presses it to her ear again with a scowl on her face. They normally pick up right away. Suddenly, the continual ringing cut's off. "What is it?"

"HQ aren't picking up. They always pick up," she informs him. Leon looks over her shoulder at the phone.

"Call it again." he tells her and she does to no success. "Still nothing?" she shakes her head.

"Not a soul," then the phone begins buzzing. Jill quickly answers it and begins talking in a hurry. "Finally! Ok, we are at the scene and the-"

"-Ms. Valentine how lovely to hear your voice," comes a subtle tone. "Your looking rather...casual today I must say. You never normally dress like that." Jill's eyes widen. She clicks her fingers to get Leon's attention and mouths to him It's them. Got to be.

"Are you her?"

"Depends on who you mean by "her" dear," Jill notices an accent in the woman's voice. She thinks it sounds French.

"Who are you? Where is the hostage?"

"Your little boyfriend looks lovely by the way." she laughs . Jill's sent into realisation that this woman, the woman working with Umbrella, must be able to see them. She knows what clothes she's wearing, that's she's with Leon. What else does she know? "Is that Chris?"

"Who are you!" Jill's face fills with rage. "Answer me!"

"Tut tut dear. You really should never lose your temper. I suppose that was why you speared Mr. Wesker that night, was it? All of the rage builds up and POW you let out your frustration with violence. you really should get that checked up."

"Fuck you!" Jill exclaims. Leon tries not to laugh. This is the first time he'd heard her swear and she looked slightly odd doing it.

"Awful language. Ah well, time flies and I have to run. You may want to DUCK!" Jill throws her body down. Leon copies this motion a split second later. A speeding bullet crashes through one of the windows barely missing their heads. Jill hit her face on the concrete floor and it begins to ache. She lies down flat on her stomach for several more stomachs before slowly getting up. "We'll be meeting each other eventually!" the woman finishes with before hanging up. Leon gets up and dusts himself off.

"What did she say?"

"Nothing of use." Jill replies touching her face in the places that hurt. She feels a slight bump on her cheek bone. That's going to hurt. "However, she did know a lot about me. She knows about Chris and Wesker too. The interesting part is, is that she didn't know who you are," Leon raises an eyebrow. "That's interesting," Jill stands up and grabs her stuff. "And she had a French accent,"

"Anything else?"

"No. We are left empty handed here," Jill looks at the window were the bullet smashed in. "But if we can locate were the shooter was, then we may be able to find this bitch," Leon puts his hand to his mouth giggling away. "seriously?" Jill stomps out. "My face hurts, we have a killer woman to deal with and Umbrella wants to make a comeback. Kennedy, get it together!" the pair walk out of the building into the night. The loud gong of Big Ben can be heard in the distance as it turns six in the evening. Jill shudders when a breeze passes. "Right. Our best bet is to go back to your hotel and try to contact HQ again," she tells him. Leon nods and they make their way back. The streets are still extremely busy and the night lights have been turned on. Neither of them speak to one another until they are moments away from walking back into the hotel. They pass a shop window filled with various television screens. BBC news is making an immediate address.

"Huh?" Leon wonders, a crowd forms behind them as they watch on. A woman dresses in a blue suit sits at a table with transparent glass behind her. Her face looks distraught. Subtitles come up at the bottom of the screen.

The subtitles read: "In the past few minutes, Ms. Olivia Kinary who was reported missing in the early hours of Monday this week has been found brutally murdered in east London."

Gasps come from the crowds behind Jill and Leon. Jill puts her head in her hands.

"That was her. That was the one they took," she informs Leon.

The subtitles continue: "Olivia Kinary, 27, was a shopping assistant in Marks&Spencer on the London highroad. She had worked the Sunday before she died and went out for a couple of drinks before her disappearance. Police are still investigating the scene and a full autopsy of the body is still to take pla-" the screen suddenly goes black.

"Poor girl," someone mumbles.

"I hope they get the bastards who did this," a man calls. The crowd begins to disperse but Jill and Leon stay. A brief moment later, the tv's turn back on to a white screen. Then they turn onto some sort of video that is definitely not the news. A woman steps into view. She wears skin tight leather pants and a tight red corset. Her eyes are covered with a black masquerad mask. The burn on her face is visible, even with the dark lighting. Everything else behind her is dark. The only thing lighting the room appears to be a light bulb attached to string that's flopping around beside her. She puts her hands together.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" the crowd returns practically jumping on each other to catch a glimpse. "You found Kinary! Congrats! Bit late though," Jill nudges Leon.

"That's her. That's the one,"

"Your right. What the hell is she trying to do with this stunt?" The woman steps aside revealing a man strapped to a chair. He wears a dirty white shirt, his mouth has been duck taped and his eyes jolt around worried.

"Meet-meet! What was your name, love?" he mumbles nonsense. "Your name can't be- mhmhm!" she throws her arms up in the air. "Answer the question!" her cheery attitude suddenly flips to anger and rage in an instant. "Answer!" the man mumbles more and more. "Men! Useless!" she begins stroking his leg.

"Crazy bitch!" is shouted from the crowd. Everyone nods in agreement.

The woman gets keeps her hand on his thigh. Her other hand goes to her pocket and she whips out a jagged blade. She holds it up inspecting it. "Alright mhmh! Sweet dreams!" the knife comes down fast and straight into his thigh. It easily breaks his trouser leg and penetrates the skin. Blood begins to spurt out. She begins to stab his in his chest.

There is a cry and shouts of disgust from the crowd. Some clench their hands to their mouths as if they are going to be sick. Jill and Leon look at each other. This is the woman working with Umbrella. This is who they must stop.

"Oh! One last little thing!" says the woman momentarily stopping her stabbing session. "Jill Valentine. He he he. Your going to love who gets it next!" the screen goes black.

"What? What do you think she meant by that?" Leon looks at Jill. Jill breaths slowly. Who could it be?

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