It was a chilly day near the end of September. They sky above was covered with patches of clouds and the moisture of the morning dew only amplified the cold temperature. It was early in the morning, a brunette woman woke up gasping for air and felt signs of a fever in her body. She leaned forward then noticed that her short hair felt sweaty. Not something that usually happened but she shook her head. Maybe she had too many layers on while she slept. The woman glanced at the nightstand and the clock said...5:30 A.M.

The woman moved her blankets away from her legs so she could lower them in front of her. She yawned and raised her arms to the roof for her morning stretch. That was usually her favorite part in the morning. She walked away from her bed and looked through a window to check the street. It became a force of habit so she could react to any method of danger. Today was also a day that she didn't want to think too much about, but she worried about it anyway.

The day was September 28th, 1999. The anniversary of the Raccoon City tragedy.

The street seemed to be clear and normal… Like it has been for the past 363 days. The woman could see the old lady from the house in her front lawn. Her name was Ms. Moore and she prepared to take her dog out for a walk.

Once Ms. Moore noticed the woman at the window, both of them waved their hands at each other with a smile.

The brunette woman sighed and felt the cold chill of dawn emanate through the window. The woman crept downstairs carefully and hoped that she didn't wake up anyone. She went for the library, where she waited for her father, she knew this was his time to come here and have a morning drink. With the shot of whiskey, he would have a book in his lap under his favorite chair and lamp.

The father usually wore a robe and sat beside a scented candle. The smell of mint was his favorite. As he shifted his legs a pet cat passed right by him undisturbed. When the woman entered the library so quietly that he barely heard the door open and close. It was so soft that he had to raise his head in confusion. So like most humans, he wanted to investigate. He crossed the floor in a few strides. He noticed the brunette woman. "Honey, are you feeling alright?"

A wide smile brightened her face. "I'm fine, it's just I needed to talk to you about something."

The father nodded and gestured to a seat behind her. "I'm all ears." He whispered and took a book then opened it.

She cleared her throat as she looked at the nameplate setting in front view of the desk 'Arthur Valentine.'

"Chris and I met a man a week ago," she said, and needed it to be hearsay. "His name is Clive O'Brian, he talked to us about a possible group."

Arthur looked back at her. "Okay..."

"After a long talk with him, he wants this new organization to work against the bio-terrorism." she said, dropping her gaze. "It's just it doesn't have the funding for it, yet. It's going to be called the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance."

He closed his eyes, and though he was not at all old— in his mid-fifties, the years were etched upon his face. "Honey, I thought you're going to help with reveling the truth of what happened to Raccoon city?" He took a deep breath. "So you're letting go of S.T.A.R.A.S?"

"No that is not it, we'll always help to bring justice to all the victims of the city." Jill said before a knock on the door interrupted the moment. The door slowly opened to reveal a middle age woman with a cup in her hand. "Oh Jill I never thought you're awake?" she said happily as she walked beside her husband.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah."

The mother came in behind the desk, and pressed a light kiss in Arthur's cheek and gave him the cup. A small mist of steam lifted from the coffee inside. Jill watched them silently, the sight couldn't help bring a smile in her face and how lucky she is to be alive. There has been many moments in the past she thought she'll never see them again.

Deep down she did wonder if this the future for her and certain clueless guy.

Chris Redfield her long-time partner, as irritating and thick minded he can be sometimes but still the brunette woman waited for him to make the first move. She can name a dozen of opportunities that she gave him to do so. She tried that in the previous week and still nothing happened.

"Jill what is it?" The mother asked.

"Ah nothing mom," she gently shook her head.

Arthur touched his wife's shoulder. "Grace, don't bother her, her birthday is coming up and she must be excited." The mother is was named Charlene and she has been married to Arthur for twenty-six years.

Jill chuckled softly. "Excuse me, I'm going to bed." she stood up and left the library.

"Alright, we'll wake you up for lunch." Charlene replied.

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4:00 P.M. Washington DC

There are many people walking along the five-foot ways on both sides of the street. Many office-workers are running to their work places, some of them are walking out, going home. Jill could see these sharply dressed men and women hurrying towards companies close by further down the street, and some take caps to leave. For today, Jill decided to wear a cyan blue suit with a white button up shirt underneath. For today, Jill felt that she wanted to wear pants instead of a skirt. Like usual, Jill had her hair tied back into a ponytail since wanted to look professional to her soon to be colleagues.

Jill kept an eye on the road even though she was on the sidewalk. To never take chances was part of her motto now.

The street has been made one-way some time ago to cater for the ever increasing traffic volume. Lunch hour would usually find the street to be un-crossable. Jill wanted to cross to the other side carefully, she looked at the traffic. One look told her that it is too dangerous to make a run for it. The cars and motorcycles are moving at considerable speeds and they do not seem to be in the mood to make way for any one. After what it felt like forever, she was able to cross the street where she could see the sign of the coffeehouse where they're going to meet.

Jill checked her wristwatch… 4:15 PM.

'Right on time.' She thought as she went through the moving door.

The place was a little crowded to her surprise, her eyes observed the place until she saw a long time companion wave his arm.

"Over here." Chris Redfield stood and waited. "How'd did your morning go?" He said and pulled the chair out for her.

"The pleasure is all mine and not bad." She replied.

A young waitress came in and put two small cups of coffee in the table. "Enjoy." She said and left them.

Once Jill looked back at Chris. Today was the first time in months that she got to see Chris in a suit for a change. He looked especially handsome. His suit was mostly black with charcoal lines to act as stripes that curved downward from his broad shoulders and helped showed the shape of his well-toned figure underneath. An ivory undershirt was exposed as Chris didn't like to always button up his shirts and a red tie could clearly be seen. Jill kind of wished that he would dress that way more often. As much as she checked him out, there something about his expression that pulled Jill away from her observations.

His expression was of concern than his usual dopey smirk.

"What?" Jill asked. "I know that face, what happened?" Chris closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"You're going to be interrogated soon," he said in a soft tone.

Jill raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but it's not just you, that police officer Kennedy were questioned and even my sister. I wanted to tell you last night in the phone but I thought it's better If I said it in person." he paused for a moment. "According to them, they looked over the evidence and it might tell them the names of other people involved in the Raccoon City tragedy."

Jill crossed her arms and sighed. "Well it took them long enough."

The evidence Chris referred to was the documents, photos, written testimonies, and CDs of Umbrella's involvement of the outbreak in Raccoon City. Jill remembered a former Umbrella employee named Carlos who helped her escape the nightmare. What become of him these days? Jill did not have the slightest idea.

"Don't worry you have our support. O'Brian, Thomas and I are going with you." Chris said with a smile.

"Thanks." Jill nodded.

Thomas

Age: 25

Another supporter of the new BSAA group and the very first one to join, there is few number of people who took part to help O'Brian make the total off ten people including Jill and Chris.

They had been together for a month, hiding the group from public eyes until they have the good funding to continue and grow more to the point where they have their own building.

A bit on the reserved side but his credentials completely checked out for him to be an amazing asset to the B.S.A.A with O'Brian. Jill remembered the occasions she would tell Chris that such a thing would need to exist in the coming future and it could finally be happening. Honestly, Jill completely hoped that this could start off strongly and influence other such organizations to form against bioterrorism.

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"You'll be investigated with us in the hotel where we always meet. I wanted to tell you here before we leave, so you can prepare yourself." Chris said and took a sip of his coffee.

"Thanks, I truly appreciate it." Silently she looked down at her cup for a moment, before she took it and sipped the cup. The coffee was still completely fresh and she slightly burned her tongue. But she did get some time alone with the adorkable Chris.

Chris waited for her until she finished her coffee. "I'm ready, let's go." Jill searched through her pocket and put the money on the table. A small tip rested at the table for the waitress. Jill didn't pay attention to the fact that her hand was one the table.

Chris held her hand and squeezed, she didn't need to look back, and her smile was the answer he needed. Their hotel was far away from her neighborhood. Like about 65 kilometers away. As much as Jill loved to exercise, there was no way she could walk back and forth if the situation would call for it. Instead, Chris offered to carpool with Jill to the hotel.

It took them at least twenty minutes to arrive by car.

The hotel was large with 25 floors, together they went through the elevator and Jill pressed the 5 floor. A special floor specially booked for them where the door immediately open to a large living room. "Can't wait to meet everybody." Jill announced happily.

"Yeah, Jane is going to be early like always." Chris added as he entered with Jill at the doorway.

Once the door opened, multiple voices followed, about six people were in some sort of conference room.

"Hello Valentine, Redfield." Tomas nodded to the each of them. However, he said Valentine's last name in a softer tone compared to Chris'

"About time you too arrived." Clive O'Brian lightly shook his head in disappointment.

"Good morning to you too." Chris wanted to sound like a smartass.

Though as soon as the voices came, the vanished at the sight of a man in a black suite setting in the couch. Jill glanced at him and the man was dressed completely in a black suit. The undershirt was black as well as the tie he wore. "Miss Valentine?" He called. Jill looked at his face and he looked to be of Hispanic descent he cleared his throat.

Jill frowned at the man, "Yeah that's me." Jill spoke without hesitation she went and took a seat in front of him. Several members there moved their seats closer to get a better view of the supposed interview.

"What is this about?" Jill cut right to the point.

The man in suite put a few papers in the coffee table, and prepared a pen and a small paper. "Tell me the name of your parents?" His expression was completely blank and his eyes almost looked like it was devoid of reflection.

"Arthur and Charlene Valentine." She watched him and refused to blink.

"How long were you part of S.T.A.R.S team?"

"Four years."

The man looked at her for a moment like he is searching for something in her eyes. "Do you have any relations to one named, Albert Wesker?"

"No." Jill was glad that she never thought much of her former S.T.A.R.S. captain.

An awkward look appeared in the man's face. "Really? Is it not true you were Carlos' partner and escaped Raccoon city with him before the nuclear explosion?"

Jill felt the extreme urge to roll her eyes at the man but was reluctant to do so since this could be important to the B.S.A.A.

The question had raised heads around her co-workers. Chris came closer and stood behind her and waited for an answer. Just with his presence, Jill felt like she could get through this. Just one of the things that she respected about him, he always knew when to provide moral support.

"Yes, Carlos know the truth and he joined me to help flee the city." Jill answered confidently.

"That's right." Chris interrupted. "Trust me pal. We know Jill has nothing to hide about the incident."

'Thanks Chris.' Jill thought as she kept her posture straight in the chair.

"Yes she is a good woman, and passionate for justice." Jane the raven haired young woman stepped forward.

"Don't you dare think she is one of them, Raccoon city was her home too and she lost so much."

The man showed a smile, devoted of humor and more for pity. All of what they just told him meant nothing to him.

"Well, that's great that each of you feel that way about your trusted co-worker." The man lowered his right arm to reach for a right leg and pulls out a folder. "Did the S.T.A.R.S. members of the Bravo team know they were sent in to die?"

"Well yeah. That's why Alpha team was called as back up." Chris pointed out.

"What do you think now, knowing this new fact that Jill Valentine was the one that organized the transfer?" The man looked around the room. "From the investigation that we've done, we learned that Jill is a former employee of the Umbrella. Several records have lead a thin narrow trail to Jill of her taking bribes of the company… just like Wesker."

"What?" Jill asked, worry is evident in her voice. "Why are you looking at them like that?" The men took his suit case and took out a dark red file.

"I have a proof that your dear good woman was involved with Dr. Birkin and the UBCS. The whole reason why Jill even encountered Carlos was because they wanted to go to the underground facility to steal the G-Virus to sell to the world market. The plan completely failed and the two just chose to escape the city, the only reason she was able to leave the city was because Barry Burton was a known Umbrella accomplice." The man gave Jill a blank stare. "You're responsible for spreading the virus in several locations of the city, while pretend to help that poor man Dario and his daughter."

"How is any of that possible!?" Jill stood up.

"While you entered the Umbrella Lab and awoke the Nemesis experiment. Your blood is currently bonded with the T-Virus and that thing was a conduit of infection. You lead the experiment to know S.T.A.R.S. pilot Brad Vickers."

"What about him. The recorded radio messages were of that him wanting to use a helicopter to evacuate civilians." Tomas spoke up.

"Well that is true. But what if I were to tell you that Jill found Brad, tried to talk him into joining Umbrella, and when he denied to join her." The suited man smirked at Jill. "She killed Brad at gun point and blamed it on the Nemesis."

The room fell silent.

The shock of his words had made everyone in the room speechless, Jill tried to laugh, she thought within her heart this was a joke, and they've must be tricking her for the birthday party.

"You're kidding right?" She asked. "That's not funny."

O'Brian came forward. "You're lying, Jill would never do that."

"He's right I known her for years." Chris shouted. "Enough of your bullshit show me this so called evidence."

"Check this." The man took out a small file and passed a document to Chris Redfield.

The people in the room gathered around Chris looking at the content of the file. With each passing second Jill could feel her heart can be heard like a thundering drums, she still can't believe what was going on, all of this feels like a nightmare.

When Chris looked at her, his eyes felt like they stabbed her, it killed something within her, and she couldn't ever think Chris someday will look at her like that.

"Chris?" she whispered. "What was in there?"

Chris shock his head sadly, "First captain Wesker, now you, why?" he turned away too ashamed to look at her again.

Jane angrily took the content and throw it in front of her. "Once again I was fooled, how dare you bitch?" she walked away to a corner of the room hiding her face.

"Jane?" Jill looked down, and what she saw made her blood freeze, there was few pictures of her with William Birkin, one of them it had her taken something like a needle from him, the other papers had a blood test that proves she had the T-Virus in her body.

And there is records of phone calls between Birkin and Wesker along with her.

"This has to be joke, I never met or spoke with Birkin in my time in the R.P.D. the only time I ever saw him is the day I arrived." Jill retorted looking at the man in front of her. "How did you even get this?"

"You sent a FAKE LETTER TO CLAIRE AND TOLD HER GO TO RACCOON CITY. SHE WOULD HAVE TO BE ABDUCTED!" Chris slammed his fist on the table.

The suited man crossed his arms. "You're not the only survivor of that hell." Chris was in the verge of tears. "Why Jill? Tell me," he said his gaze dropped to the ground.

"O'Brian, you don't believe this do you?" Jill watched the faces of her beloved group. "Guys?"

"Traitor." Thomas said.

Chris wiped his tears and looked at her, again at last. "I want to believe you, I really do, but...Wesker was our captain for years and he sacrificed S.T.A.R.S. just like that." Chris' shoulders dropped. "You're not the partner I know."

Jill stood screaming. "I cannot believe you'll give up on me of all people. Why?" she paused to take her breath. 'I cannot believe I ever had feelings for you.' Jill screamed in her mind.

The man in the suit took hand cuffs from his pocket. "Jill Valentine, you're under arrest, for your involvement in the tragedy that took the lives of 100,000 people," he said and roughly put the one of the cuffs on right wrist. "You have the right to remain silent, everything you say can and will be used against you in court-"

Jill though was watching the faces of her so called friends, burning them with her shocked eyes of how they easily gave up on her and believed that so called evidence.

She took her chance and punched the man's face making him tremble a little and she sprinted toward the stairs, the way out from all of them.

"After her!" O'Brian screamed.

Jill went down the long floors with a heavy heart, she had no choice, but to stay away from the elevator. She did her absolute best to avoid being seen. Once she was down in the main hall, she didn't try to hide or walk normally. She bumped into people into her way outside of the hotel. She watched the sky and knew nightfall is coming soon. She sprinted toward an ally and took cover near a dumpster, from here, it was easy enough for her to ditch the handcuffs. Taken her breath, she allowed herself to cry.

"Why is this happening, why me?" Her mind raced of possible people who will benefit the most from her arrest, who wants to frame her?

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By night fall, the clouds above thickened.'The sky rain teemed from above like the tears from my eyes, my life is over, I have nowhere to stay, my home is been watched, and I'll never go to jail for something I never did, I won't allow them to take me.'

'Once again they succeed in taken everything from me, and my friends... I don't know what to say, or what to think, am I disappointed? That could be something I truly feel but… it's more of how I could be betrayed by everyone that I love, the only people who believed me are my parents.'

Jill couldn't bring herself to say goodbye to them…

'I was able to be close enough to listen to them shouting at the man, they never believed any words told to them about me, and it did made me feel happy, my family still believes in me, but I cannot be with them anymore, I need to leave this town but how?'

The sun had set and Jill avoided all public areas that the police would use… yet here she was, alone, cold, wet and tired on the outskirts of the city. She sat alone on hill and found a secluded tree to sit beneath. She looked up to a dark amethyst sky. She laid down in the wet ground around the thick grass of the place, trembling like a weak branch. Jill just felt like she could be willing to sit next to this tree. Just to wait until the police to find her.

"Giving up already?" A deep voice scoffed at Jill.

Jill opened her eyes and looked up. The hill Jill took refuge, didn't have any real light posts nearby so all Jill could see was a silhouette of a person standing above her.

"Are you here to take me in?" Jill grumbled.

"What happens if I say yes?"

Jill closed her eyes and allowed several more tears to drift down her cheek.

"Well it probably isn't the kind of take in from what you're assuming." The silhouette lowered its head. "Mind if I sit down?"

Jill wiped her eyes. "Be my guest."

The figure sat down and leaned against the tree. "Life's a bitch is it?"

"More like a cunt." Jill shot back with venom.

"I don't blame you." Even in the cold, Jill felt a clothed shoulder gentle rub against hers.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Nothing really." The voice sounded like it turned in Jill's face. "It sounds like you can't stay here anymore." The silhouette knew the answer well enough.

"Whatever. It's not like anything's here for me anymore." Jill replied. A small gust of wind made Jill shiver to the bone. "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter. I just have several questions to you."

"Shoot."

"Do you want to get away from here? Are you willing to get away from here? And are you willing to make a serious change to yourself to escape this place."

"Yes." Jill didn't hesitate.

"To which question?"

"All of them."

"I know a way out, if you don't mind leaving."

Jill looked away from the voice. It wasn't hard for her to make a decision.

"I'm ready to leave. I don't need anything to take with me." Jill replied.

"Good." Jill heard the silhouette move away from the tree. Then as time went on Jill's eyes adjusted the darkness. Now, she was able to see the outline of the person she talked to. Just something about it unsettled her slightly.

"I can offer a way out. If you want it." The silhouette offered a hand.

"I'm okay with it." Jill took the hand. "Who are you?"

The silhouette came into her view. "Call me HUNK."

Thank you for reading, please tell me your thoughts so far,

Special thanks to my beta reader The95Will.