#i had to kind of brainstorm for why Jill was in Europe etc. because around this time she should still be recovering but

[agentvalentine]

She’s neither supposed to be up this late, nor supposed to be out and about.

Jill is meant to be in recovery—the only place she’s supposed to be is in a hospital bed, resting, waiting for tests to be done, waiting to for treatment to be administered, waiting for more of her blood to be drawn, rinse and repeat. She was temporarily moved to the European B.S.A.A.—presumably because they figured out a way to yield faster results. She hasn’t really noticed those results yet.

It was boring enough, being stuck in a lab in the States, where her friends could visit her easily whenever they had time. But being here in Europe? Far away from everyone? Bored doesn’t even begin to describe her mood.

So she may or may not have convinced the crew to let her go on a little stroll around the place. And she may or not have had to pull some strings. She may or may not have had Chris make some calls, because they don’t really take her word anymore. Still, Jill wasn’t allowed to walk by herself. There was a guard on her the whole time, following her, for her own safety, they said, but Jill knows it was mostly to keep an eye on her than anything else. By chance she managed to lose the guard so she could wander about freely for however long it’ll take him to find her again.

That is until she finds him on the floor motionless. Her heart nearly drops. Her first worry is that she did this to him without even remembering. Dropping on her knees, she checks for a pulse, breathes out in relief when she finds one. From there she follows the trail of passed out guards down the hallway, until she arrives at a room with dim light sleeping through. The surveillance cameras must have been disabled, no doubt, or else a response team would already be here.

The right thing to do is report this, immediately, and yet her first instinct is to investigate whatever is happening herself. She takes a handgun from one of the guards to arm herself. She’s on her own. Not in her best shape. But that does not stop her from walking into the room with careful steps, eyes darting all over the place to scan for the intruder. And it is the second she spots the source of the dim light, a laptop, that she dodges a sudden attack. The handgun flies out of her grip in the process. No matter, she lunges at her attacker with a kick, misses, and follows it immediately with a hard punch. To her surprise, she lands it. A wave of pain courses through her knockles at the impact. She feels the crack of something breaking before she balances herself, taking a stance, ready to swing again. Until the face across from her becomes recognizable.

“Ada?” Her fighting stance remains, though it relaxes for a moment. Eyes glued to her figure, anticipating any sudden moves. What the hell is she doing here? You are unbelievably out of line, she tells her. And Ada’s respone nearly makes her chuckle. “Since when do old friends break into their friends’ houses and steal data?” At least that’s what she assumes Ada’s doing.

Sure, Ada may have saved her life before. But to label her a “friend” is an exaggeration of their relationship. Temporary allies would be more like it. After all, friends trust each other, and sadly, Jill doesn’t trust Ada. Not entirely. She doesn’t even trust herself to begin with.

“How about you shut that off?” Jill nods at the laptop in the far back. Her gun is all the away across the room, or else she would have shot it already. “Or I can do it for ya.”

| @yngai

THE PARENT TRAP « 𝘈𝘊𝘊𝘌𝘗𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 .

it shouldn't have come as a surprise, the rage forming itself into a fist aimed at her jawline, a failed dodge causing it to miss its target, hitting her nostrils instead . with a sudden crack as the knuckles strike her face, ada is pushed back by the sheer force of the impact . she can taste iron on her tongue, feel the sting of pain from a broken nose, blood dripping down her jaw . a suitable reintroduction that brought ada down on one knee, caught her off guard, her gloved hand trying to wipe away the stains & only smearing the blood across her features . she looks upon the sanguine smears on the leather with an odd fascination, an intruding thought she won't voice, it does match her color . jill valentine doesn't fuck around, & ada wong is a woman who threads along on borrowed time in places she doesn't belong .

@agentvalentine : “ you are unbelievably out of line . ”

she can read the scorn in jill's voice already & still, ada glances up to meet jill's eyes, almost defiantly so, smiling through stained teeth . she should have expected more resistance down here where the BSAA keep all their darkest secrets, a few guards easily tranquilized should she draw their attention, but a founding member running security ? jill must have rarely gotten bored of being kept as a house pet, taken to walks along the confines of their european headquarters to test the limits of her prison . if this is how they treat of their star operatives, she is glad ada wong is just a ghost in their system, slowly being erased . the laptop hooked up to one of their servers is a few meters away, deleting any mention of her presence in the eastern slav republic, any imperfection in her ploy for the latest plaga strain on the market . a international arrest warrant & a country torn between world powers for the sake of a defective product, almost a waste if not for the client's overenthusiastic paycheck .

“ & you⸺ ” she laughs, vocal cords strained by sting of her nose bridge, a pause to stall for time . her attention is drawn to the blood pooling on the floor, evidence she won't have a chance to clean up . “ don't play nice with people intruding upon your cage, miss valentine, i thought we were old friends . ”