The craziest Hawaiian adventure {Chris!}

[Jill Valentine]

{WELP! Here's the new edition to their history in full circle!}

It seems like we've finally got another lead on Wesker's whereabouts. Islands around the world were safe from the nightmares going on in the mainland, more so when security for travel became much more tight, but what we discovered going on all the way in the middle of the Pacific Ocean on the Hawaiian island of Maui seemed to be the start of something much worse than what's already going on. Halekala, a landmark and national park, has been on lock down for some time now being completely closed off to the public and after a reliable source informed us that there is suspicious activity going on...we hope it leads us to Wesker. It'll take a lot of work to clean up the trash on the mainland, but the roots of the problem need to be taken care of first if we want to put an end to this once and for all. Together, Chris and I will stop Wesker making sure no one else has to fall prey to that monster....we'll stop this nightmare no matter what it takes...

Sitting on the plane in casual attire, with everything going on in the mainland the B.S.A.A had to focus their air crafts on other things so they had to use civilian methods of travel. Which also meant matching her surroundings rather than being in uniform right on the get-go. Not that she had a problem with it, Jill was actually comforted and given a sense of hope and comfort being on a plane with uninfected people. The worst thing that happened was the occasional crying baby and chitter chatter. As long as they weren't planning anything like Wesker, she could really care less about what they were saying. Resting her head back on the chair's cushion, this B.S.A.A member couldn't wait to get off of the plane and put an end to all this madness. After that was the clean up of what was left behind....then again even she was aware that there was a chance Wesker wouldn't be there and the hunt would begin all over again.

They were also still looking for Spencer who was so old and feeble that all the brown haired woman could do is hope he'd get a stroke and need the ambulance to rescue him so they could keep him under their thumb. It was an awful thought that she wouldn't wish upon anyone else but Wesker and anyone dumb enough to help him. As much as she'd like to wish for a change of heart like in those kiddie shows, that was just impossible...those guys were just messed up beyond repair. They didn't think they had a problem, so in their eyes, there was nothing to be fixed when really there was. Thumbing through a magazine titled `Hana Hou!`, her eyes stopped on a black pearl ring rimmed with diamonds and some lady in a nice, elegant dress that looked perfect for a ball or formal event. Not like she'd ever wear one of those unless it was an engagement ring, but even then she'd prefer to wear a plain band-wait...why was she even thinking about that?! Flipping to the next page, it was some story about a new Italian restaurant called Vino's....a little high end but it actually looked pretty good...maybe she and Chris could drop by there?

It was going to be a bit before they could actually meet up with their contact who had their weapons for the mission and waiting like an early bird was risky so playing tourist for a bit wasn't going to hurt their schedule. Plus, they were both dressed for the occasion, like a couple of tourists that is. For the first time in a while she opted to wear a skirt and blue tube top with a white jacket around her waist finished by a pair of brown boots. The only difference is she had a pair of sunglasses on top of her head which would probably make her look like she was related to Wesker if her hair was blond...God forbid THAT ever happen. It would be her worst nightmare next to the mansion incident to look like anything related to that pathetic excuse of a human being let alone work with him ever again! How she loathed her previous captain...a traitor and puppet to Umbrella even when they went down he took their habits with him. Flipping through the magazine a little more to try and get her mind away from it, she began reading an article about a place called `Da Kitchen` and sounded more Chris' speed rather than Vino's.

Not that she didn't think he couldn't be taken to a fine dining place, it just seemed more their speed to go somewhere casual with bigger portions. After all, they had one hell of a mission on their hands and couldn't risk fatigue thanks to hunger. "Chris, take a look at this." Folding the magazine a bit, but not creasing the pages, she showed him the article about this `Da Kitchen` place. "When the plane lands, how about we go there?" Pausing for a short moment after that casually coated question, her tone became a little more teasingly playful, "...or did you get your fill on macadamia nuts?" With a slight smirk toward the end of her words suiting her tone quite well, she couldn't resist adding that on.

Her partner had gotten bigger and probably had bunch of those little bags seeing how they got odd flights without meal service. The row across them had two girls who didn't quite fit the tourist scene. In fact one was wearing green camouflage pants, ebony camisole with a jacket matching her pants over it unzipped, and black boots with her brown locks in a pair of ringlets that was drawing away and occasionally looking over to the B.S.A.A members then back to her drawing wearing a pair of ear buds, one tucked behind so she could hear her buddy. At the corner of her hazel eyes, she noticed the camouflage wearing girl point motion over to them and back to whatever she had on her folder clip board thing. ...and she could of sworn she heard that girl mutter "Lookit how cute they are, I just had to draw it. What do you think?!" in a tone that seemed almost too giddy for her appearance...right...ok then.....she was more interested in what Chris had to say anyway.

[Chris Redfield]

Ah the islands of paradise, a place where you could get away from it all, office work, the lovable but nagging relatives, and even reality. Sadly, it was also a place where bioweapons were being created. Why I say ‘were’ was because the hidden facility was abandoned soon after an inside incident resorted them to put the area on lock down. Now a few months later and it was the B.S.A.A. who needed to look into the situation stationed on the island of Maui, not only to find and erase data about research still vulnerable for the taking, but a bit of intel regarding where a crazy power hunger blond man was located by the name of Wesker. That madman needed to be stopped and every bit of info brought us one step closer to finding him. There is a bad side to this all…. The information might be bait to lure us into a trap. It’s a good thing I ponder about what might go wrong on this mission, because the more I feel prepared for the worst….. Luckily, this time the B.S.A.A. sent two of their highly skilled operatives. Me and my partner Jill.

Crunching down on a mouth full of macadamia nuts from the last package he got, his expression looked to be relaxed. Most people would think he looked to be enjoying his flight 35,000 feet off the air. And he most certainly was, if you call staring out the small window blankly and thinking about how to handle their mission in fifty different ways, relaxed. Normally, Chris would be enjoying this ‘trip’ more if it’s was not for the fact that this wasn’t any ordinary trip to the tropics….and with his friend/partner accompanying him. On a side conversation in his mind, he knew what most men would say in a situation like this with a woman as attractive as Jill, but being the smart man he didn’t bother resorting to thinking on that level. They needed to be professionals even if the atmosphere brought them to seem like an ordinary couple on vacation. There wasn’t going to be any military way of travel and their usual gear would undoubtedly draw attention so that was also out of the question. Both Chris and Jill needed to dress what they normally would wear when off duty. Well as normal as they could. Chris sported something a bit different from his taste in clothes.

Typically, you wouldn’t see such a greatly built man wear a tourist Hawaiian shirt open now would ya? Well, ok probably you would, but that’s men in those action movies and not in real life. Chris was sure this was real life….or so he thought. Alright, to get into more detail about his ‘unusual for Chris’ attire. Again he wore a Hawaiian print button shirt that was of course unbuttoned to let his medium shade of green undershirt left visible. The design of his unbutton shirt had green patterns of a stamped version of Hawaii’s state fish which he wasn’t too confident in pronouncing correctly. All he knew was that it started with an H and it was very long to say. He’d probably make it a little goal to figure out the right way to pronounce the word. But aside from fish naming on his shirt, his pants were knee length khaki colored cargo pants that held many pockets in case for emergency. Last but not least were Chris’s regular green themed tennis shoes which could match the color wardrobe to begin with. When they said to dress casual he became an over achiever and created an image that practically screamed ‘Tourist coming through!’ well that or at least another name most people on this plane were going to get which was haole.

Finishing the remainder of his little snack on board, he brought his bluish gray optics away from the small window and to the group of people seated on this plane. His eyes of course met with his casual looking partner first before scanning everyone inconspicuously. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, no terrorist about to make a fool of himself, no nervous pedestrians glancing at them uncomfortably. All was good. Well maybe except for the two young women sitting on the side of them, both seemed to oogle them like Chris and Jill were some sort of celebrities. Last he checked he wasn’t famous in Hollywood….. Quirking a brow at the two young ladies, Chris noticed that one them, who was chubbier then her friend and pulled her jet black hair back in a makeshift bun, and sported long dark blue jeans with a black loose t-shirt that read the words “INSTANT GEEK just add coffee” grinned before letting a soft chuckle out which she hoped no one noticed. For a moment the young lady looked uncomfortable by his stare and quickly averted her eyes away and looked to her friend (who was apparently doodling something) in hopes of not making it anymore obvious she was staring at the two B.S.A.A. members.

Shrugging a little by the ended staring contest, his attention was soon occupied by Jill when she asked about checking out a place to stop by and get a bite to eat. That didn’t sound too bad, but then again anything sounded appetizing when it came to food, even if he ate five bags of macadamia nuts. Glancing at the advertisement with interest, the place looked good and some of the examples of what they served made his mouth water even if it was closed. Was this the effects of too much salt or was he hungry for a real meal? Probably a real meal no doubt, and even when Jill teased him about eating too much packet nuts that didn’t stop him from smiling about his big appetite. He replied with a more than chipper tone hinted with a leftover of amusement. ”Nope, my stomach still has some extra room for the flavors of Hawaii, unless you’re full from only downing that cup of guava juice 30 minutes ago?” Smirking at Jill playfully, his expression softened a little as he spoke once again. ”Jill, you sure you want to eat at ‘Da Kitchen’?”

Pointing at the magazine ad his smirk seemed to turn into a smile that looked more concern if his friend really wanted to spend her time somewhere…well…..overly local. Of course he couldn’t tell what she preferred in restaurants but it was fun figuring it out. ”We could try something diff- What are they doing?....." Cutting his words short Chris’s orbs were back on the two girls again and this time it was something that one of them said that caught his attention for a second. Did one of them say how cute they are, and that they just had to draw them? The black haired woman seemed to reply making it noticeable that it was the army pants brunette that asked. ”Niiiiiiiiiice! Again, you make coupling picks I can squeal over….. I’m wondering if they’re here for their honeymoon.” She said that last part while eyeing the drawing with interest even if she smiled big showing how she thought it was CUTE. Chris ended up looking away before shaking his head. What made them think they were on a hone- oooooh. Laughing on the inside this felt a little awkward.