Snowmen...? {Now full!}

[Jill Valentine]

Nothing has been the same without Chris...nothing. Still...I need to be strong, that's what Chris would of wanted. I need to find Wesker and put an end to this...his sacrifice won't be in vain! It's strange...I can't shake the feeling that he's still out there, but seeing him fall with my own eyes...it's hard to deny, isn't it? The B.S.A.A suggested that I take a break, a little breather from this case. Of course I refused, so they sent me here to New York to do a lighter investigation where the undead population has gone down rapidly. It's a bit suspicious and there's a small chance that I may be able to find some sort of lead on either Spencer or Wesker himself...but it's doubtful. Chris would probably have a good idea on where to go next...all I can think of is investigating Gotham later since they've got the largest infection rate. He was always one step ahead...oh God, Chris....I'm sorry I couldn't save you...

Walking down the snow infested streets of New York in an outfit special for such chilly settings, yet allowed her quite a bit of maneuverability. No matter what the mission, this woman with the heart of a tenderly hardened soldier had to be prepared for combat. There were hardly any undead trudging around New York anymore but how long would it last? If Wesker or Spencer were behind this, chances are there would be a second wave or worse...this place would be in danger of having explosives dropped on it. The unpredictable patterns made it difficult to find and track whoever was behind this....almost just like Wesker. Something was a bit different though...the hazel eyed woman with an affinity for blue couldn't quite put her finger on it but something was horribly off about this particular wave of monstrosities. Whatever it was she'd have to figure it out fast before it was too late.

Then the other thing wracking at her mind as she walked down the streets, occasionally looking to some of the people working together trying to restore things to their former glory, that project she and Chris attempted to shut down in the Hawaiian island of Maui. Creatures of myth falling prey to bioterroism...that would be a nightmare for all of humanity if that pathetic psychopath managed to succeed. Wesker as well as all bioterrorists had to be stopped no matter what the cost...the loss of Chris was proof of how important it was to protect everyone from such a horror. This was a cause worth putting her life on the line for, that's for sure! However she planned on making it out of this mess alive or die trying...just like her partner did. Feeling the crunch of snow beneath her ebony boots while bringing a fully gloved hand to the holster of her handgun...her thoughts drifted back to that mission in Hawaii...the last one she had with Chris...there was another part to that strange project as if there were two parts. Psychological patterns also played a role in whatever he was planning.

On its own, that was pretty weird...but combine that with a terrifying virus and the possibilities of horrible events sky rocketed in her mind. After all she's been through, it was certain that NOTHING good could come out of an experiment also tampering with the human psyche. What if Wesker was going to make an army of infected that weren't deteriorating and far more similar to him? Turning a corner, she pulled the good ol' STi Eagle 6.0 out of her holster and gripped it with both hand since this was supposedly the place where there were still a cluster of zombies. But...when the woman with chocolate locks tied back in a neat pony tail took in the sight before her...it was...just...a bunch of snow men...? So many snow men looking as though they were their own little village or something. Even a few snow pets...this seemed so innocent but it sent chills down her spine.

Upon checking in with the N.Y.P.D, they said something about some weird killer on the loose who put the corpses in snow men and things of that nature and to be careful...they also talked about the weird S-Mart commercial...another thing on her list of things to look into. It was so sickening to her that it made her stomach churn like it did during her first encounter with those undead monsters Umbrella Corp. took a BIG part in making. How could anyone so something like that and sleep at night?! Plus, with the infection spreading, she had to be extremely careful around any sort of corpse since it just might reanimate itself. God she hated Wesker, Spencer, and any bioterrorist finding a way to benefit from this sort of thing...they were all sick, twisted, and most importantly...pathetic. Carefully and slowly moving one hand off of her gun...she began brushing away the fluffy, icy shoulder of a snow man preparing to deal with frosty the snow man from bioterrorism hell. This was just awful...having to be cautious about something that made children laugh and brought families together...having to be ready to shoot what became a Christmas icon.

[bridget]

Bridget strolled along the rough New York streets, his icey blue eyes wide at the chaotic sight of the place almost deserted yet his childish nature loved seeing the snow surrounding it. It was a gift of his, seeing beauty in a place that's almost derelict, full of housing projects and deserted buildings. Sure, he couldn't see the beauty in people that were evil but that's a whole other story. He was clad in clothing that possibly wasn't the best idea, a short blue and white dress with a matching hat covering his blonde locks. Needless to say the boy was freezing. His boots crunched over the ice and snow, leaving footprints behind him. 'Why the *$*@ are we here of all places? We got on a 10 hour plane ride driven by a buncha' freaking pirates for this?! We got snow back home, you dumbass!' said the crude voice, spoken by a teddybear clinging to Bridget's back with an angry snarl on his face. "It's not the snow, Roger. There's a bounty here. I dunno where they are though." the teenage boy shrugged, a nonchalant look on his face while he scanned his surroundings. There seemed to be nobody around at the moment and that fact frightened him.

In the distance he caught a glimpse of a woman, seemingly holding a gun right near to a snowman. He tilted his head in wonder and ran up to her, using his thin arms to balance himself a bit due to it being quite slippery. "Hey! Lady, why are you about to shoot that snowman. Not like they're alive or anything." He said in a puzzled tone, staring up at the woman and wondering what she's doing here. "I'm Bridget, I'm here to collect a bounty on some guy making zombies. Heard anything?" He said quickly in his usual high pitched tone, his slightly upper class British accent making itself prominent. He was shy around someone who was likely probably a lot more qualified than him, she looked professional in fact. Whereas he looked... Well, less than that. He straightened out his blue dress and gazed upwards at her, hoping she had some information about this guy he was supposed to be bring in to Interpol. Bridget never really was organized in finding criminals but he always seemed to make his mark sooner or later, even if it involved battles with people he really had no point in meeting. But this new mission, zombies. Jeez, who would have thought those would really exist? Guess it shouldn't be too much of a surprise to him. Bridget has fought vampires, gears and witches. Zombies wouldn't be too illogical in his mind.

((OOC: Sorry if It's a bit short, just wanted a good base for posting later with))

[Jill Valentine]

Something was just wrong with this picture...it was almost exactly like the crime scenes that pink and blue haired girl at the N.Y.P.D explained. Even the pictures she managed to show the woman in a dual tone blue jacket meant for colder conditions such as this gave her the creeps. Like a hot knife through butter, the B.S.A.A operative's thoughts were interrupted by a British accent...upper class to be precise and a bit on the high side much like a typical young adult female or young boy asking about why she's about to shoot the snow man. Turning rather quickly as to face the sound of the voice with her gun lowered since the last time she checked, zombies don't sound like young adult females...let alone do much aside from moan and groan for flesh. Who was this girl? Jill Valentine hadn't a clue since this was a completely new face in her life, but one thing is sure...the girl with a large teddy bear on her back didn't seem to be dressed for this sort of weather. Plus she sounded a bit confused with the way that previous question passed the lips of the civilian who almost reminded her of a nun costume during Halloween.

The mystery on what this civilian's name was cleared up with a little introduction, Bridget held the brunette's attention more than ever before because the bounty being hunted sounded like none other than Albert Wesker seeing how that's the only bioterrorist she could think of recently unleashing anything remotely close to zombies. Holstering her handgun, she had this look of slight shock but more along the lines of determined after a moment passed as she spoke in a tone that meant business, but still maintained a slightly polite tone to cancel out seeming rude, "I'm Jill Valentine with the B.S.A.A, if we're after the same person you're looking for a man named Albert Wesker, a former member of STARS..." Pausing for a short moment, she actually seemed a little worried, yet serious all at the same time trying to maintain a professional attitude while continuing to speak allowing her curiosity to shine through, "Is that who you're looking for?" That was the first thing she needed answered before deciding the right course of action. This didn't seem like some sort of ploy or trap...but still she had to be careful and was ready to quick draw if need be. Having her back toward the snow man...it seemed to shift ever so slightly in the background but not much, close to where she was starting to dust away snow...as though it was slowly crumbling away.

That whole comment about how the snow man wasn't going to do anything got lost somewhere in her thoughts since she was too focused on figuring out if more people were actually after that irritating, shades wearing blond with a nasty habit of backstabbing. Top of her list on the priority chain since once he was out of the picture once and for all, then without a doubt everyone would be safe...and...Chris' life wouldn't go to waste. A horrible way to look at it but such a profound loss only made her more determined than usual to figure out where the hell Wesker was.

{Silly goose! There's no reason to apologize <3 I'd only get miffed if you went under the post limit or butchered Bridget @____@;;;;}

[bridget]

Bridget rubbed his arms from the cold, staring at the women as she then began to speak to him. She mentioned Wesker, that must have been the guy they were looking for. He seemed to be the one most of the people he asked mentioned. Seems like it's going to be tough to find him in one piece if so many people are after him. Being polite he smiled sweetly to the woman, as he couldn't possibly be mean to someone who just gave him some vital information. He was always kind and nice, never a cruel bone in his body. "Hello, Miss Valentine. Ermm.. Any idea where this Wesker guy is?" he said, curtseying a little before he realized what he was doing and stopped. It was difficult for Bridget not to act like a girl but be damned he sure was trying not to. He wanted to gather as many people as possible that could help him, this lady seemed to know a thing or two about his mark, more so than Bridget himself. He had no idea of the man he was up against or his power, simply that he was making biological weapons.

Bridget heard a mumbling from behind him. Roger suddenly turned his head towards Jill before opening his vulgar mouth. "Oh goddamn, Bridget! You picked up a hot chick. All this time I thought you was ga-" Bridget angrily and hastily put his mouth over the bear's mouth, a muffled amount of yelling coming from the bears mouth. "Sorry, Sorry, Sorry!" Bridget said embarrassedly with a blush. Sometimes having a best friend as vulgar as Roger was a real pain, he wasn't sure how he was going to explain the bear's behaviour. "Roger is... Umm, odd. He's sentient and has no real sense of manners... I'm so sorry!" Bridget said still feeling he has to apologize for the bear's actions. Roger got him into a lot of trouble sometimes but still helped when Bridget needed him, good thing the Doctor that created him filled his body with cybernetic weapons and martial arts skills.

[Jill Valentine]

Poor thing...she seemed so cold...her own attire beneath the jacket was much more suitable for conditions such as these and it wasn't as though she was a complete lightweight when it came to conditions such as these. After all, she had training and wasn't exactly new to dealing with unsavory conditions...plus this weather was tame in comparison to certain areas. Not that she was going to start telling this bounty hunter to get lost, but she did wonder if this blue eyed blond really had any idea of what...who she was going up against. That sweet, polite composure and the way she held herself in general made it seem like Bridget may not be up for this task all on her own. Most people would turn away someone who seemed inexperienced in the field...but the former member of S.T.A.R.S knew that with the way this young lady was trying to track him down that even if she were to say `this isn't a good idea, leave it to the professionals` chances were she'd go on ahead anyway. Carrying the weight of knowing she could of accompanied someone and prevent another loss of someone with a lot of heart and tons of ambition to take down a person like Wesker. Sure, by Jill's standards the guy was pathetic but he was a force to be dealt with.

Not to mention difficult to pin point..."The only lead I had was in Maui, Hawaii...but he was no where to be found...." letting her casual yet professional natured words trail off a bit while trying to think of any suggestions aside from Gotham, much to her surprise it was then the big bear turned its head toward her and...spoke?! Just about to quickly pull the handgun out of its holster, she stopped herself by leaving her hand close to the handle and...got really thrown off by its tone of voice AND what its words were. What kind of giant teddy bear talked like that?! The interesting thing she found was the bear's content of speech...almost as though he was talking about Bridget like she was a ...he...? Oh...well...that would...explain the lack of cleavage even though she wasn't gawking at Bridget's chest, it was just not difficult to miss that the blond in an outfit CLEARLY not meant for the cold via mere observation of a glance.

A bit of confusion slipped onto her composure while the...boy with a girl's name and appearance....covered the weird bear's mouth and apologized. Ok...she had to deal with various infected that were pretty much monsters...but this was definitely out of her norm by far. Especially when he was trying to explain about the bear's odd behavior AND lack of manners before apologizing again. This was going to be a day unlike any other she'd manage to live through. How was that bear even talking anyway? Maybe if she wasn't so fixated on finding Wesker she'd find the little display going on more humorous since it was actually a bit amusing. A petite boy in drag and foul mouthed teddy bear that had to be kept in check...it really was kind of humorous.

Lightly shaking her head in disbelief of the sight before her very own hazel eyes, she regained her serious tone and had a slight bit of casual air to it with a very subtle hint of spunk, "As long as he doesn't try anything. More importantly, about your question earlier regarding Wesker...I'm still trying to track him down. Maybe you and I can figure out where he is?" Unzipping her jacket, not keeping anything important in the pockets to clean out, it was a little heavy since it was meant to double for warmth and make it difficult for anyone or anything trying to scratch or bite at her to succeed. Sliding the jacket over her shoulders, quietly the snow man's shoulder gave way more and more, taking her arms out to reveal her cyan uniform top with black trim here and there. Holding out the jacket, she offered it to the feminine boy and spoke in that same tone...but this time it had a bit more of a kind air to it, "And put this on before you catch a cold, alright?"

Just as she finished those words, a partially rotting arm reached out only to grasp onto the woman's long sleeved arm resting at her side next to the gun's holster before tugging at the B.S.A.A member pulling her backwards. Dropping the jacket, she tried reaching for her knife but was a bit off balance from its irritating, persistent tugs while snapping out, "Shit!" In frustration that it caught her off guard. God she hated Wesker and his disgusting biological weapons, damn bioterrorist!

[bridget]

Bridget gazed at Jill, almost in almost in amazement while she spoke about someone in Maui. She looked so professional and really gave off the air that she could kick some major ass in a battle against the undead. She must have some experience with these kind of things. Bridget really hasn't gone up against any zombies in the past. I guess the closest he's fought is Slayer, a superhuman vampire who ran the assassin's guild near to his small village in England. Bridget had barely made it out of that fight alive, having been on the receiving end from Slayer's mach punch, a deadly dash that had broken a few of his ribs and almost killed him. This whole situation gave him the horrible memories of that horrible fight, he had nothing but contempt for the undead. He might just be in for one of the worst fights of his life. Bridget often fought many fighters from around the world but this Wesker must be tough if he's able to evade someone as tough looking as Jill.

Bridget nodded soon after when Jill said about him not trying anything. Bridget knew in his heart Roger wouldn't do anything bad aside from the occasional crude comment here and there or using some foul language. "He won't, he's just angry we took a long plane ride here." Bridget spoke softly, still visibly scared due to remembering the fight with that Vampire. "Hey, get a move on will ya' I want to get in some shelter. I'm freezin' my balls off here." the bear on his back said loudly. Bridget chuckled before he looked back slyly. "But your not anatomically corr-" "Shuddup!" Bridget raised his hands up defensively, to show he wouldn't carry on with the argument. Bridget smiled a bit as he saw Jill offering her jacket. He happily slung it over his arms, covering him and Roger, the jacket a few sizes too big and needing him to hold up the sleeves a bit. "Thank you, much better." he squeaked out appreciatively, a smile on his face while he stared up towards Jill. However, his gaze soon turned to the snowman she'd turned her back on. "Look out!" Bridget squealed as he saw the decayed arm suddenly make a grab for Jill, he swung a trusty red Yo Yo out and spun it. Bridget's cheery demeanour was replaced with a focused one as his yo yo sprung a blade not unlike a circular saw, slicing off the rotting arm. He stared wide eyed afterwards, usually his blades weren't enough to cut off limbs but simply slice someone to keep them at bay. He didn't know what to think when he'd actually sliced off someone's arm, monster or not.

[Jill Valentine]

These two were definitely going to keep things interesting, the last thing she expected was a bladed yo-yo from this innocent looking boy who acted like one of the sweetest girls in the world. Prying the fingers off of her arm, she smiled a bit and let her words be graced by a grateful, yet calm tone, "Thanks for the help." It was simple but still held a great deal of gratitude, looked like pursuing Wesker may not be as hard with Bridget's help...but...it wasn't going to be easy at all. Right now she was thankful for two things, the blond's help and her long sleeved shirt cutting off several inches away from her wrist. One thing she didn't want to worry about is getting a hold of first aid spray or hunting down herbs to treat it! Turning quickly back to face the snow man with a corpse that softly groaned, slowly stumbling out of the icy casing. Removing the gun from her holster, Jill didn't waste any time aiming for its head before pulling the trigger a couple of times to plant two bullets in its brain which caused an unsavory splatter of chunky flesh.

Watching it crash to the ground staining the snow with dark crimson goo, a slight frown crossed her lips while slightly narrowing her eyes...great....just...great. Good thing it wasn't moving any more...God she hated these things. Letting her thoughts drift back to what Roger said about wanting shelter from the snow in a way that reminded her of a drunk for some reason, it wouldn't be a bad idea to get them out of the snow...but first things first. Why is it that only the one she took some snow off of move and WHY was an infected in at least one of those childish art pieces of snow? Either Wesker developed a strange sense of humor, someone was trying to cause another outbreak, or some sick citizen thought it'd be funny to put zombies in snow men. ...or....people were doing this because they thought it'd stop the infected? Too many possibilities...but she knew one thing was certain, the snow men had to checked before they went anywhere at all.

Keeping a grip on her trusty handgun, she tugged the knife out of its sheath and glanced over to someone who was starting to seem more and more like a partner. "Bridget, can you and Roger help me check the snow men for any more zombies? I was told about a few cases where someone has been hiding corpses in snow men...if the rest of them were like that one we can't just leave this here for someone else to deal with. When we're done here, I'll take you both somewhere for a bite to eat...sound good?" Saying those words in her usual tone to keep a little more on the professional side since this is someone she just met, her gaze returned to the creations of snow. There were about five more in that cluster...except one looked like a large lump. Sort of like someone just dumped snow on someone laying down and made it about the height of a medium sized dog with no real shape to it.

Strange how all of them seemed completely stationary...then again...the undead didn't exactly move fast in cold conditions such as these. If only Chris was still alive...they'd make a great team for dealing with the menace who liked wearing sunglasses 24/7. Hell, it would of even been a bit amusing to see how long it took for Chris to figure out Bridget was a boy and if he really was a boy...but that wasn't going to happen any time soon or at all as far as she was aware. Hopefully the yo-yo flinging boy and his foul mouthed bear companion would be willing to help this little `check for zombies` task go by faster. Though...she couldn't help but wonder if she should get them both jackets of their own or something to deal with these conditions...oh well...she'd worry about that closer to when she'd request her jacket back. The appreciative squeaked out word of thanks from earlier made her think that there was a chance they didn't think about sudden snowfall so these two might end up needing more equipment...not that she'd mind helping out anyone going after the likes of Wesker. Especially if Wesker was tracked to somewhere like the Himalayas!

[bridget]

Bridget was still in major shock he'd just sliced off an arm, that kind of thing was totally alien to him due to not having done any real damage on anyone. The most pain he's caused in his entire life was maybe a few minor gashes before he knocked them to the ground and used Roger to incapacitate them with his tranquillizer cigar. It was an ingenious bit of kit, Roger would puff knockout smoke from his false cigar into the face of the mark. Roger's smoking habit was something quite odd, he was programmed to act human with human emotions. He didn't really feel cold as said earlier but was specially programmed to react to certain situations in the pre described way. This whole zombie fighting thing was horrifying. Bridget was deep in thought until he heard the loud blast from Jill's pistol, effectively splattering the zombie's head. "OHMYGOSH!" he squeaked out, a hand over his mouth as he hadn't seen anything so visceral and gory in his life. He was visually disturbed by this site but if Jill did it she must have had a reason. Sure, zombies are already dead but it's something to ponder if they still feel pain. The small blonde gazed at Jill afterwards while she asked the duo to search the other snowmen.

"I'm on it!" He said nodding, keeping a tight grip on his yo yo as he patted down the nearest snowman, it felt lumpy and had a foul stench emitting from it. "Eww..." Bridget said to himself as more and more of the snow was pulled away from the decaying body beneath. Bridget stared with wonder, the body had no movement at all and seemingly completely dead. The young blonde stared with wonder as he prodded the body. "No movement, he's dead." he said quietly as he turned around. A faint groaning sound came from behind him as he carefully turned, finding the zombie now only a few inches from him. Within a second it'd swiped and gripped onto a handful of his hair, struggling he used his slender long legs to kick up off the ground and plant them into the zombie's chest, effectively getting it off of him. He fixed his hair and then picked up Roger, throwing him towards the undead being and pressing a button on the side of his red yo yo, detonating the bear and shielding his eyes so he didn't have to watch. A loud explosion occurred and the small blonde turned away from the carnage and opened his eyes, thankfully not getting any of the gore on him. "What the hell, thought you was going to give me some warning before you just go turn me into a kamikaze" said the robotic bear, magnetically pulling himself back together and waddling over to the teen boy, hopping onto his back harness.

[Jill Valentine]

OHMYGOSH those words quickly rammed together like a bad car accident that came out of the feminine boy's mouth took her back a bit to when she and the others were part of S.T.A.R.S and Wesker was their captain. Back when she was pretty much like a rookie in these sorts of scenarios...seeing just a bit of herself in Bridget for a moment. Those things...the zombies as they've been getting called, they were still people transformed into monsters in her heart and mind. Even though it may have looked easy enough to end the life of something for this particular member and co-founder of the B.S.A.A, it was never easy to kill anything. For her, this was a job that had to be done to save everyone else since those who mutated to such a degree couldn't be saved nor helped. Carrying such a burden knowing of how many people out there couldn't get an antidote by the time she or anyone else trying to mend the situation...once that damn pathetic backstabbing bioterrorist was out of everyone's lives, maybe things would be better. Chris...her partner was gone but he'd probably agree with her that the safety of everyone still alive was worth fighting for.

One day, she hoped to never kill someone who became a monster thanks to biological weapons...getting rid of Wesker was only the first step of victory's stairway. Seemed like she was going to get some help from someone other than the B.S.A.A this lovely, snowy afternoon too. Seemed like her new acquaintance and his teddy bear with the mouth like a sailor were going to help out. Why ask someone she hadn't much knowledge of to help with something so risky like this? From what she could tell, he used a yo-yo with blades and that meant effective distance. So what if he was probably a rookie at this sort of thing? He had a lot of heart and deserved a chance at helping get rid of the Wesker issue at the very least.

Giving him a firm nod, she walked over to one of the other remaining snow men making the count go down to four...and a lump...but behind those snow men there were...dog snow pets...? Oh God...part of her wanted to have Bridget look for something while she handled this but knew that the young bounty hunter probably didn't want to feel like some child, she knew even back in her rookie days she'd hate one of her superiors treating her like someone who'd just get in the way. Thrusting her blade at her designated snow man that smelled as though it was wearing a new line of reject perfume called `Ode to Decay`, she felt it hit something solid soon after the knife partially sunk into the molded fluffed ice. Around that time, she heard her bounty hunting partner say that there was no movement and he was dead. "Alright, but stay sharp." Moments before she was about to look over her shoulder, only slightly turning her head to look at Bridget, the infamous Ms. Valentine noticed movement at the corner of her eye where the snowman she stabbed happened to be. The same trick wasn't going to work two times in a row, stupid zombies! The snow was crumbling away to reveal the reanimated corpse...which made her think that maybe the criminal the NYPD acknowledged might actually be a bioterrorist of some sort and that meant one thing: A potential lead on Albert Wesker!

Giving the snowman another couple of stabs toward the head as it became visible then a few more shanks to its eye for good measure, conserving bullets just in case there was a horde of some sort...or worse, a B.O.W. Damn things were hard to deal with! Hearing some struggle from where the dress wearing boy borrowing her jacket was, she noticed there was a bit of struggle going on and was about to rush over to back him up. However she stopped in mid-step but quickly shielded her face with her arms, bracing herself from the explosion. "Bridget!" Calling out the boy's name in a concerned fashion thinking something bad may have happened to him since she couldn't see a thing. Moving her arms down, waiting for a bit of the smoke to clear, she let out a soft sigh of relief upon seeing the slender figure of the blond...good he was ok. Last thing she needed was to lose another person...another partner. Something was a little odd...where in the world did Roger go...? Oh...he was in pieces and...talking?

Wait...what the hell?! Actually looking just a bit confused, she just about quirked a brow upon seeing the bear magnetically get pulled together and going back to his harness like nothing happened. Well that was a strange unexpected turn of events...at least they were both alright. "Three of the five snowmen contained zombies...looks like we might have a lead on Wesker if we find out who did this...Bridget, let's just destroy all of them to be on the safe side. Take out the two remaining snowmen, I'll handle their snowpets and the suspicious looking lump of snow....." Sheathing her knife after saying those words in a serious fashion with a hint of irritation yet blend of concern while looking at both Bridget and Roger to make sure they were alright with this. Seemed like they were both alright...but still...it wouldn't hurt to ask them later when those monsters were cleared out...even if she was certain Roger would say something snarky. Sure, she'd much rather conserve ammunition just in case something bigger and badder than these things decided to show up...but if what she thought was in the pets and lump...it would be stupid and possibly even more life threatening than usual to use her knife with those things...

[bridget]

Bridget had since slung the robotic bear onto his back once again, wondering why Jill had yelled his name. He didn't do anything even remotely dangerous in his mind, using Roger as a makeshift grenade is often something he does. However, usually the explosion isn't strong enough to seriously injure anyone, often blowing them back with enough force to simply knock them down. These zombies have none of the resilience the human body does, whereas any regular human could just get themselves up from the explosion these things tend to make quite a bit of a mess to clean up. Which was a terrible thought for Bridget, he's never killed anything in his life and didn't want to have to start like this. Usually, Bridget would just beat up the bad guys and bring them in for a hefty sum of money on a good day, on his worst he quite often ended up beaten senseless for going against a fighter he knew he had no real chance against. Slayer, for instance. Bridget was hired to bring him in to the Holy Order and it turned out fighting a vampire who's lived for centuries isn't really the greatest idea when you're of small stature and strength.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Roger too. He's a robot, they're built for this kinda thing." he said bright and cheerfully, not even bothering to explain why his companion is a robotic bear. Roger was totally normal to a person like Bridget, even the most odd things come as perfectly regular to him. He beamed a smile towards the taller woman as she gave out a command to destroy the rest of the snowmen. He nodded "Will do! I promise not to give you a shock again." Bridget spoke out, turning and moving to the final two snowmen standing almost side by side. Bridget gazed towards them, taking little breaths to calm his nerves as he prodded the snowman on the left. The snow crumbled away slowly, he couldn't take the suspense much longer and just kicked the snowman as hard as he possibly could. Revealing..... nothing. "Whew" He said in relief, kicking the other snowman but getting a nasty surprise from it. A zombie was dwelling inside and had grabbed his leg. Bridget swung out one of his red yo yo's to collide with the zombie to break his grip. However, it did a bit more than that. The yo yo took the head clean off the zombie, leaving the jawbone hanging there. "OHMYGOSH!" he squealed in terror, turning away and shaking in fear having seen that. Bridget wasn't cut out for this kind of fight but he'll need to strengthen himself sooner, these things don't seem like they'll just go away.

[Hazama]

Most people at two o' clock in the morning are still asleep in their beds or, if they work especally tedious jobs, are out getting breakfast and preparing for their daily commute. Instead of either of these activities, Hazama decided to instead take a tour of New York while everyone else in the goddamn city were either asleep or working in some god-forsaken cubicle somewhere in one of those big ol' office buildings. While he was out, he managed to get a good idea of the people who inhabited the city -- angry, rude, idiots with hooligan caps practically glued to their forehead who have no time to sit and chat with some grinning green haired bastard. That was, of course, to be expected (it was New York after all). Of course, the last time Hazama had come to New York, the people were a lot nicer, though that was likely because he was an official working for a totalitarian government regime that literally crushed the souls of those who had the misfortune to exist within their power. That, and it wasn't named 'New York'.

Well, eventually it came around to four o' clock in the evening, and Hazama hadn't eaten a thing since Breakfast (boiled eggs with German sausages, for those who are curious), and was completely famished...but just as he had attempted to head towards a resturant, he released exactly why he had bothered to come to New York in the first place: to observe shit, or more specifically, one Jill Valentine of the B.S.A.A. Yeah, Hazama had sort of slacked off on that for a bit in favor of seeing the rageing masses of NYC, but c'mon, one can hardly blame 'em. He was in New York for christ's sake, he was allowed to have some fun! Alas, if he was to return to Takamakaharu empty handed, he'd most certainly get an ear full for sure...

Anywho, he'd broken off his casual tour a while ago, and had been stalking this Jill woman, being able to 'catch' her just as she departed for her casual tour of the city...just great. Apparently, this millitary gal was a good ol' friend (see also: sworn enemy) of one Albert Wesker, who as, as far as Takamakaharu understood, the man behind the walking dead that ran all about. According to the dossier that ol' Takamaka had provided, she, along with a buncha' other suitably scary looking policemen got suspended for their mad ravings about some sort of mansion where the dead walked and how their captain was actually a russian, er, UMBRELLA spy and other such cal that all turned out to be right-- why else would Takamakaharu as 'em to trail her every move
'till it came time to have a little chat? Anyway, long story short, Wesker wasn't as dead as they thought, and now he's decided to spill Zombie juice all over the place just to fuck up the decent people of the world's schedules on his never ending quest to look even more like a run-away member of the Monkees.

Of course, it wasn't like Hazama, or hell, even Takamaka knew about all this by simply being omniscient. Nope, Hazama only knew because Takamaka knew, and Takamaka knew because...well...Hazama wasn't quite sure how. But however he found out, it likely didn't tell the full story, which why Hazama had been sent in to stalk Jill before interrogating her, and also why Hazama decided to go for a walk -- because Hazama loved pissing off Takamakaharu. Anyway, play time was over, and now it was time to work. By now, he had been stalking Jill for about an hour, when she decided to run into a little androgynous boy who...frankly, Hazama recognized. Probably one of the billions of faces that time decided to plop down to this universe. Hazama had a bunch of 'local' dossiers back at 'home', and he vaguely remembered the face of this kid on one of them. Hiding in the shadows, Hazama merely watched as they systematically destroyed Zombies hiding in snowmen with a combination of guns, yo-yos, and exploding teddy bears...reminded him of home it did. Hazama hated home.

'Well then Terumi...seems like they'll be at this for quite a while...why not introduce ourselves, as oppose to waiting her for the next few hours?'

Hazama smirked as he always did-- infact, if someone had seen him at all while he stalked Jill, one would have seen him smirking the entire time. His eyes, near closed, coupled with said smirk, made his appear almost snake-like as he moved about his daily activities. Hazama laid a hand on his hat, pushing it down just as Bridget got his/and/or/her leg grappled by a zombie. Slowly, he walked behind Jill, It was time for the fun to begin.

He waited a good moment for Jill to react to Bridget's current situation before opening his mouth to speak. He cleared his throat once he was sure they were done, standing a mere ten feet away from Valentine as so it would certainly get her attention. "Mrs. Jill Valentine of the B.S.A.A., former subordinate of Albert Wesker's Raccoon City S.T.A.R.S. unit, co-worker, accomplice, and all around friend of one Chris Redfield...correct?"

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[Jill Valentine]

Well it was a relief that he was alright to say the least...she really didn't need to lose anymore people and out of all the freaky, messed up stuff she's seen an explosive, foul mouthed, robotic teddy bear was something away from her norm. Then again...it seemed like bioterrorists weren't the weirdest, most dangerous things in the world anymore. Well the bioterrorists of the world were still a BIG threat that she planned on trying to deal with and eliminate when possible...but they weren't the only ones high up on the food chain anymore. No, there were more things but thankfully there were others handling those things so she could focus on her main line of work. Hearing the confirmation from Bridget that he wasn't going to give her another scare, she merely gave him a glance and slight nod of acknowledgment to let him know she understood. Not that the explosion itself threw her off but the fact that it came from a big teddy bear wasn't something she anticipated. Especially from someone who didn't seem to be carrying explosives...sure, ok, so she had a LOT of experience when it came to bombs and things of that nature...but it didn't seem like something that could talk and casually on the back of a bubbly cross dressing boy should or WOULD explode.

It didn't even LOOK like it should explode or any signs of it being a bomb...or grenade...like the sort Chris used in various missions against the undead. Maybe it would have been a great idea to carry grenades with her but quite frankly there were A LOT of civilians here and big explosions weren't a good idea. In fact, when she thought about it in that moment while heading over to the snowpets...the `kamikaze` Roger was far more contained and would probably prove useful in the near future. Especially if any civilians got into the crossfire. At worst, from what she could recall about the explosion, it would push them back with minor burns at worst...almost like getting a little too close to a cluster of fireworks. Taking aim at the snowpet thing that looked similar to a doberman...it never felt good shooting what may have or even could have been someone's pet. If turning a blind eye to all of this would fix it, she would do just that but no, it wasn't going to sold the problem.

Squeezing the trigger with the head of the animal shaped figure targeted at point blank...but before it could so much as sound a soft click before following up with a bang her aim shifted at the sound of that all too familiar, panicked OHMYGOSH from the yo-yo slinger caused her to cease planting a bullet in its snow covered skull. Quickly turning to face him, she pointed her gun in the direction of the undead monstrosity born of bioterrorism and saw that the only thing left was its jaw. Lowering her gun, she figured it'd be a waste of ammunition to plant an extra bullet into this thing that was clearly finished off. There was a double tap to make sure something wouldn't get back up when you weren't sure...and then there was just plain ol' taking the obvious `head is gone`...being totally certain that it's going to fidget at worse then not do a damn thing. The situation was definitely the second one. Making her way over to the feminine boy borrowing her jacket, she decided now was as good time as any to try and comfort the poor thing. Hell...she knew it helped her when she was a rookie seeing corpses all over the damn place for the first time.

Walking on over to the blond, each step followed by the soft crunch of snow, she placed her free hand upon his shoulder and spoke in an assuring, honest tone with a small dash of confidence meshed with a little attitude for good measure. "You did a good job, Bridget. Not many people would be brave enough to take out one of those monsters with a yo yo..." Taking a very quick glance at his legs, she didn't see any visible scratches and felt a little relief. But...before she could say anything more, that's when there was an interruption of the ages going on right behind her. Now being stalked wasn't exactly new for her considering zombies had a nasty habit of being like SURPRIIIIISE I WAS BEHIND YOU....so how in the world did she not notice this person earlier?! That's right...she had a habit of dwelling on things while taking walks...in fact she was so focused earlier that subtle footsteps would have easily slipped past her...let alone a little conversation in passing unless a name she was extremely familiar with came up.

So the chance this guy may have been following her didn't freak her out nearly as much as the content of his words. Even though she made a name for herself, it wasn't every day that someone out of the clear blue brought up her title, past title, who she worked for, and her partner Chris Redfield as well as how they were friends. Honestly, she wasn't about to point a gun at some civilian, even if they looked a bit suspicious like he did once she turned to face him at the mention of her name. Strange...he didn't seem familiar...but right now he really just seemed like one of those odd civilians she walked by in the past after her last mission with Chris. The sort who dress up really nice and have weird hair colors for who knows what reason. Besides...it's not like what he said was impossible to come by, there were others who knew of the B.S.A.A, S.T.A.R.S, Wesker previously being her captain and Chris..."Affirmative, but who are you?"

Those words seemed to be coated in a hint of professional curiosity since all it was is just an inquiry. Taking her hand off Bridget's shoulder since the time to comfort and encourage was done and over with for now. That's right, she wasn't pointing her gun at him and it remained at her side since it wasn't the first time someone came up to her knowing what he did. Sure she was in the middle of playing zombie snowman clean up...but that was no reason to get rude right on the get go. For all she knew this guy had something important to tell her.

[bridget]

Bridget was clearly shaken up from this whole ordeal, many boys his age would find it a fun adventure hunting zombies. It's just like something from some videogame, not Bridget. The young man had a serious problem coming to terms with the existence of death. He's not ever killed another person and would continue with that tradition. His whole fear of death was the uncertainty of what happens, Heaven or Hell? That was the motto of the Holy Order who Bridget was a one time ally of. Bridget took that to heart, he had long given up the thoughts of God and religion as those religious are the ones that shunned them with their silly little superstitions about two twins being of the same sex. He still was fearful of the afterlife however, he's seen ghosts upfront and fought possessed individuals so he knows for sure that something happens.

Bridget felt the hand of his new friend on his shoulder, she spoke to him in a voice that sounded a little nicer than before. It was like she was speaking to him as a friend. Bridget smiled and nodded, closing his eyes with a smile as he felt for once like he actually did a good job. Usually he fails his mission with very little to show for it, the elusive Sol Badguy evading him often and besting him in battle in every occasion. Bridget disliked the fact his lesser fighting skill made him easy prey for some of those more experienced than him. After all, he's only been fighting a scarce few years, employing mostly his usage of the yo-yo. Bridget sure loved using those, it was his hobby back in the village in England. Bridget spent days swinging a yo-yo around, discovering new and exciting tricks never seen before. "Thank you!" he squealed out before a new person took his attention, having snuck up behind Jill, he stared defensively until Jill began to question him.

"Who are you?" His shrill voice squeaked out. Bridget still hadn't gotten himself a masculine voice, he's on the far end of puberty and still hadn't really developed. Guess that was just odd for him, he always seemed to appear mostly like a girl, more specifically one at around the age 14 mark. Bridget really disliked the fact people mistook him for a girl, he had no idea why exactly but everyone he met automatically pegged him as one and it angered him greatly. Now, as for this new fellow... Bridget's eyes scanned the well dressed man with the bright green hair, it was certainly a striking look and it always seemed those with the most striking looks were the most dangerous.

[Hazama]

'Ah...I think I've stumbled on quite the...how do you say it...green horn? Talks to me like I'm her damn helicopter pilot...well, at least it'll be better than chatting with that damn machine...'

"Ah, yes, how rude of me. My name is Hazama...Captain of the Novus Orbis Libraiumn's Intelligence Department. Nice to meet you."

Hazama bowed slightly, taking off his hat, showing off his lime colored hair. He figured, if he was going to get information out of this jarhead, he might as well act like some sort of official. And, well, since he was still technically a member of the N.O.L...well, it wouldn't exactly be lying if he said he was head of the Intelligence Department, now would it? He brought his body up as he continued to speak and explain himself.

"I wouldn't be too surprised if you hadn't heard of the Library, we're a...foreign organization, and a rather secretive bunch at that. But, you happen to have caught the eye of the Intelligence Department Mrs. Valentine. If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to ask you a few questions about your many exploits as to...further our interests."'

However, before he could continue onward and force Mrs. Valentine to answer his questions, the little...thing...spoke up, demanding his identity in his own naiveity...damn kid, reminded him of Relius's boy, Carl or Carlton or Chris or some shit like that...and much like his little boy, little Bridget seemed to have some shiny technology on him. Hazama decided to acknoledge the boy in turn.

"Why...didn't I just say? Ah well, I suppose I should commend your manners for not eavesdropping...My name is Captain Hazama. And I'm guessing your--"

'Shit, what was his name, what was his name, what was hi--'

"Bridget Harkness, th-"

'What did he do, what did he do, what did he d-'

"-e acclaimed Bounty Hunter, correct?"

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[cheryl]

The first priority in the military seemed to be to pick up a weapon and fight. For example, if your job was a mechanic, you were expected to pick up a gun and fight when the time came. If you were a doctor, you were expected to pick up a gun and shoot. If you were a tank driver, you were expected to pick up a rifle and fire it, if need be, as if you were an ordinary grunt. Nevermind all the Marines and soldiers trained and payed to be ordinary grunts and nothing else. That priority only reared its head during extreme circumstances though. Say....a zombie pandemic.

Cheryl was trained to be a RAY pilot. And yet, she hadn't been inside the cockpit of any Metal Gear ever since her training. Despite her training, both as a RAY pilot and a tank driver, and that rule that stated women could not fight on the front lines, here she was walking the streets and doing patrols and clean ups, just like any other grunt. She'd taken training on how to handle herself in a gunfight, obviously, so she wasn't completely out of her element. Still, it wasn't how she'd hoped to have spent her time in the Corps.

The cold didn't bother her, nor the Marines patrolling with her. And why should it? Their uniforms were heavy, covered in gray and black, urban digital camouflage. The heavy clothing made it a little harder to move, but warmth was only a side effect. Body armor. Not as good as something that a SWAT team might wear, but it was better than nothing. Thick jackets that reached down to their waist also helped. So did the black, tight gloves. Their boots kept their feet warm, but there wasn't much in the way to warm their heads though, except their helmets. Most of them also wore sunglasses, Cheryl included, which helped against snow blindness. And they were armed, as would be expected. Each had a handgun at their sides and each carried a carbine, ready to point and shoot. All except Cheryl. Instead of a carbine, she carried a twelve gauge shotgun.

Despite the U.S. military's, the Marine Corps especially, attempt to do away with individuality, Cheryl stuck out like a sore thumb. Her big, thick, heavy uniform hid her feminine features and her helmet and dark shades hid her ears and eyes, her most notable goblin features. To all outward appearances, she looked just like an extremely pale young woman. Except she stood about a foot shorter than the Marines with her. Add to that her smaller frame and it looked almost as if the Marines had dressed a child in BDUs and brought them along with them.

The irony of course was that Cheryl was in charge of them. Not nearly as tall and wide as them, as a Staff Sergeant she was still the highest rank. She expected some resentment at first, but they obeyed her orders and followed her around quite well. Occasionally she wondered if it was because they truly respected her or if it was just the rank. Or if they got some weird sexual satisfaction out of being dominated by a woman...

She pondered that thought now, while looking around for anything suspicious. The five other Marines did the same while they exchanged gossip. Typical things, like women or cars or sport scores. Occasionally, Cheryl would join in. Their chit chat was interrupted though when they heard gunshots. That usually wasn't uncommon in New York City. However, ever since the zombie outbreak, people seemed to take on an us vs. them mentality. Crime slowed as more people banded together for their own survival. So that decreased the likelihood that it was crime, and therefore civilian, related.

"Radio in. Tell them we've heard gunshots and are heading to investigate," Cheryl said, looking back over her shoulder at her squad's radioman. The Lance Corporal responded with "Yes, ma'am," before radioing in with "H.Q., this is delta squad. Possible zombie sighting. Heard gunshots. Are heading to investigate. Over." As the squad of six jogged toward where they thought the shots rang out, the voice over the radio responded, saying "Roger that, delta. Over and out."

Being on foot, it took a while. And since they were the only squad in the area, they were the first to show up. Or perhaps, the only ones that would show up. Well, assuming this was indeed the location where the shots came from. Snowmen, dead bodies and three live ones. Two female, one male?

Cheryl signaled her squad to follow her, casually walking up behind the two women. The strange looking man probably already saw them approaching and if the crunching of snow beneath their boots didn't give them away to the ladies, Staff Sergeant McAllister abruptly speaking probably did.

"Everything under control here?"

While waiting for an answer, she took the time to look over the three. The one she addressed first. She wore a B.S.A.A. uniform. Her nametag indicated her surname as Valentine. The other one looked like B.S.A.A. too....except she wasn't in uniform. Just a big B.S.A.A. jacket. And she was oh so under dressed for this type of weather. There was also something else odd about her that Cheryl couldn't quite put her finger on.... And then the man. Elegant, prim and proper. And green haired. Maybe it was just her own prejudice, but Cheryl instantly pegged him for a weirdo.

Inspecting her would reveal some of the obvious, namely she was armed and in the military. However, only those that knew where to look and what to look for would find other details. That she was a United States Marine. That she was a Staff Sergeant, as indicated the small rank insignia in the center of her chest and on the front of her helmet. And that her surname was McAllister.