Author's note: Sorry guys. I've been crazy busy lately. I'm going to try to update every week? Maybe? I don't know. Anyway, enjoy!

Chris handed Piers a sheet of paper. He looked it over, and laughed slightly, trying to take it all in. "That's it?" He said to Chris in a sarcastic tone.

Schedule:

6:00 A.M.: Breakfast

6:15 A.M.: Morning stretching

6:45 A.M.: Hand-to-hand practice

7:00 A.M.: B.O.W information/knowledge study

7:30 A.M: Sniping practice

8:30 A.M.: Morning run

10:00 A.M.:Break

10:15 A.M.: Intell study (Strategy practice)

10:45 A.M.: Sparring practice

11:30 A.M.: Progress check

12:00 P.M.: Lunch break

12:30 P.M.: Afternoon stretching

1:00 P.M.: Group sparring and exercise

1:50 P.M.: Combat against B.O.W. simulation

3:00 P.M.: Free (choice practice)

4:00 P.M.: Break

4:15 P.M.: Hand-to-hand practice

4:30 P.M.: Unit practice

5:10 P.M.: Unit simulation (Medical/combat)

6:00 P.M.: Day progress check

Holy hell. "Well, you have all of this planned out to the exact minute, don't you?" Chris noticed the stress in his voice.

"Don't worry, rookie. We'll help you every step of the way." He gave Piers a calming smile. "It's only five days of the week. The weekend's all yours."

"That makes me feel so much better." Piers muttered under his breath.

"Don't complain. I know it's a lot at first, but you'll get use to it. So, you ready?" Piets took a second to gather his thoughts.

"As ready as I'll ever be, Sir." Chris shook his head at him.

"No, no, no. Don't call me 'Sir'. It's Captain." He said in a superior tone. He closed his eyes, waiting for Piers. When he didn't reply, he opened one eye and looked at him, encouraging him to try it out.

"Oh! Sorry, ummm... Captain." They both stared at each other."We'll work on it. Anyway, lets get started." Chris led Piers out of his office and into a place they called "the training ground." It was a giant room with all sorts of weaponry and equipment scattered throughout the open space. Many of the people from his unit were putting the stuff to good use. Chris stopped to talk to some of the guys, giving Piers a chance to scope out the rest of his surroundings.

The first thing to catch his attention was a Anti-Material Rifle, looking all nice and pretty in the corner next to some targets. That was made for me. Piers was so mesmerized by it, that he didn't notice Chris sneak up behind him.

"See something you like?" Chris asked him, jokingly. Piers jumped.

"That rifle..." Piers continued to stare. Chris laughed, walked over and picked it up, then handed it to him.

"It's yours. A little welcome present for the guys. Even Claire put in some money." He nudged him and smirked.

"Oh, yea! Your sister, right? How's she doing?" Piers asked innocently.

"She's fine, thanks for asking. In fact, she's coming here today."

He stood there, waiting to hear a reason for why she was going to make and appearance, but Chris didn't give one. Piers shrugged and walked to put up his gun; Chris followed.

"She's a civilian, Sir. Why is she coming here?" Strangely, he was extremely concerned for her wellbeing.

"She's coming to be your practice buddy today. And what did I tell you about calling me sir?" Chris kept pace with him. Piers stopped, turned on his heels, and stared straight at him.

"Why?" He balled his fist up in anger. Chris could tell he had offended him in some way. He quickly thought of a way to defuse the situation.

"Chill out. She has plenty of experience." Chris tried to calm him down, but Piers still looked doubtful. "She's a Raccoon City survivor. She's tougher than she looks."

"Raccoon City?" Piers had read about the incident, and how horrific it had been. It had piqued his curiosity. "What was it like? How did she get out?"

Chris shrugged, "Why don't you ask her yourself?" He pointed as Claire walked through the door, her hair in curls and trailing behind her.

"Hello boys. Waiting on me?"

"Actually we were." Chris grinned at her. "Always so damn late. Glad I wasn't dying."

"Shut up! I'm right on time, so don't complain." She said while glaring at him.

"I. WAS. KIDDING. LEARN. TO. TAKE. A. JOKE." He said in a robotic voice. She laughed and they hugged each other. Piers decided to give them some time alone, getting back to the task of putting away his gun. By the time he had put it up, Claire was making her way over to him.

"Hey! Chris told me I'm helping you today. Probably his idea of matchmaking." She sighed and closed her eyes, looking for a moment of peace.

"Uh, yea." He spaced out, lost in his own thoughts.

After a few moments of silence, Claire asked, "You ok? You seem a little distracted."

"Hmm? Oh, yea. I'm fine, It's just..." The questions were eating away at him. "Chris told me that you escaped Raccoon."

"And you want me to tell you about it." Claire was use to being interrogated about the experiences. It was nothing new to her.

"If you don't mind. I would kind of like to know just what I signed up for." Piers knew that no matter how many reports he had read, it was nothing compared to hearing about it from someone who had been through it first hand.

"Alright, but I have some conditions."

Piers raised his eyebrow. "Ok? You name it." He regretted saying it right as the words left his mouth.

"First off, we're going on a "date" soon. You already promised to help me. Second, you're buying me lunch for the next week, no exceptions. And third, you have to watch my brother's back. Being his little sister, I worry about him, a lot." She smiled at him.

"That's a lot of conditions for just some information." He was weighing them out in his mind. "I guess I'll take you up on your offer. All except for me paying for your lunch this week." Claire pondered it for a second.

"Fine. Just today then? Please? Cause I didn't really bring any money with me today."

"Ok, but you have to tell me everything I ask about. Deal?" Piers held out his hand to her. She accepted it, shaking it firmly.

"Deal. So, what do you want to know?"