Authors Note: Alright, I know I said A Chance Encounter chapter 2 will be coming up - and it is - but I am in a Weskerish mood so I decided to type up the first rest of this chapter. I had enough written on paper for two chapters almost but since revisions and adding a couple of things, I had to split it in two. This is the one I promised to be Wesker an Jill centric. Oh and I'd like you to note that the spaces between paras, if they are small, are not my fault. Fanfic does not like to space my damn paragraphs whenever I edit.
Hopefully I can get that ACE chap. 2 up soon, I apologize for the wait.
Disclaimer: I am not claiming to be or to own any of the fictacious characters in this story, Capcom reserves all right to entitled characters and the basic story behind Resident Evil. I do, however, own the idea for the fic.
Now... on with the fic,
Loud thunderous sounds of multiple firearms being discharged echoed loudly and drifted to the first floor of the Raccoon City Police Department up from the firing range on B1. The underground room was made of concrete gray walls, cracking with age and stray bullets from the weapons of rookies; the concrete cement floor much of the same with it's black scuffs from boots and cracks. Pale flourescent lights that were attached to the ceiling cast flickering shadows of it's occupants across the walls and ground. Standing in the range of stalls was the five subordinates that made up the Special Tactics And Rescue Service, Alpha team- better known as S.T.A.R.S.. Then all at once the booming sounds seemed to stop, indicating a lull in the practice fire; of the five still shadows in the room, one shifted slightly. A young man with messy spikes of jet black hair and dark cobalt colored eyes lifted the M92F handgun in his hand, the model was obviously customized; now the grip handle had the Raccoon City S.T.A.R.S. logo and along the chrome barrel was etched S.T.A.R.S. with R.P.D. Special Team in smaller print beside it. Despite what some might think, though, the new gun was not just a flash made-for-looks gun; the mechanics of the gun had been slightly altered to increase velocity, fire power and the like. In the powerful, uninhibited barrel of the gun, the black haired youth's boyish grin reflected as he let loose a triumphant laugh.
"Shut up, Chrissy!" came the childish outburst in reply to the laugh; Christopher Redfield, owner of the fading grin and weilding his new 'toy' turned to the insulter. Joseph Frost - the sore losing insulter - lifted a hand; bare fingertips peeking out of fingerless gloves as he adjusted the slightly faded red bandanna that covered his head. Scowling now with a heated intensity, Chris half snarled as he retorted "Joe, how about yo-" "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk." the smooth disapproving cluck of a tongue against the roof of someone's mouth interrupted what Chris thought Joseph should do. All five heads in the room turned as the next sentence was spoke in the, now, almost deadly silent room "It seems as if I cannot leave the room for five minutes, dear children, without coming back to find you quarreling over a broken toy or some other.". The voice, like liquid silver and a hint of an accent, came from the darkened doorway leading to the stairs or into this room; and all eyes were fixated on it. Emerging from the dark shadowy stairs he stopped in the doorframe and casually leaned his left shoulder against it, his arms crossed over his chest. Each member took in the casually cool stance that was so like the man, just like his other little trademarks they had come to know him for; such as his shades and hair. The dimly flickering flourescent lights cast a sort of golden halo around the ground of his ashen-blonde hair, it was slicked back into the most meticulous of order with not a hair out of place, and his ebony colored shades reflected their images back at them like all seeing mirrors.
None of them ever knew if the man, who of course was obviously their superior officer, was looking at them unless the shades were cast directly on them. Even then you couldn't see what sort of look was in his eyes, but they could each imagine -probably exaggerate as well with a few of them- such as now that his eyes held disappointment or something akin in that direction. In the stall to Joseph's left was a big almost bear of a man, his beard a fading brunette auburn like his hair, and a set of dark brown eyes that could either be made of steel or of kindness, stood with the same customized M92F in his right hand with his left stroking his beard as he shook his head at the younger members. "Captain-" the simultaneous protests of Frost and Redfield were silenced with a mere look in their direction before the shades were directed toward Barry "Tell me, Barry... how did these two end up fighting like squabbling children?". The Weapons Specialist of the team jabbed his left thumb at the two "See, Captain, when you told us to bring our new guns that the Kendos made Joseph turned to Chris and said he betted him anything he could beat him in a marksmanship contest.". It was Captain Wesker's turn to raise a blonde brow at that information "Really..." he began as he pushed himself off the frame, hands falling to his sides as he fully entered the room "Frost, I know you're new. But perhaps you noticed in Alpha Team's office the Marksmanship trophies on the shelf near my desk?". Just as the younger man opened his mouth he continued "Or... you might have and decided to challenge Redfield to a little competition, in the hopes of proving yourself?". As Joseph continued to grow quieter and quieter with a degree of embarrassment, Chris' chest puffed out like a cocky rooster, the mentioning of his skills by his superior gave him a measure of pride.
The blonde shook his head slightly as he turned his gaze to the single female of the group who stood in the stall to Chris' right, her usual beret covering the short cut brunette hair of her head and her pale blue eyes gazed straight back into her Captain's through the shades as he spoke to her next "Valentine, I would have expected you to try and put this sorry lot of delinquents in their places and keep Frost from embarrassment.". Before she could open her mouth Joseph made a quick quip "Why would she stop her crush from looking good if he could beat me, sir?", as Jill Valentine's eyes narrowed Chris' features flushed slightly and hardened as he turned to shoot back his insult when his Captain did it for him. "Why, Frost, is that a touch of jealousy I hear? Perhaps you'd like something else besides Christopher's trophies.", at this teasing jab everyone present but Frost snickered; that included the ever cowardly Brad 'Chicken Heart' Vickers who stood on Jill's right, his spiky carmel brown hair and matching eyes normally full of nervousness were full of mirth at his Partner's sake. Joseph who was still unused to his superior's rapier sharp wit shifted uncomfortably for a moment before a clever thought came to mind "No, are you jealous, sir?". Everyone in the room gave pause to this, having expected grumbling and humiliation from Joe, but not a decently formed throw back; but mostly they were all wondering how exactly their Captain would react. Their pondering thoughts were answered when his head turned once more towards Jill and he lifted his right hand, gently pinching the rim of his shades between his index and thumb he tipped them down and his own piercing blue hues met hers. Slowly he gave her entire form a once over, from head to toe before his eyes shot back to hers and the left corner of his lips twitched up slightly in the subtlest smirk "Miss Valentine is a very lovely woman, Frost. While I'm not jealous of Redfield I will admit he has taste whereas you, apparently, don't.". Pushing his ever present shades back up the bridge of his nose the sounds of snickers and full on chuckles echoed in the sparsely occupied firing range. Jill herself flushed a tad bit from the appraising look of her Captain and the little 'spat' over her. Joe... well... Joe was about three shades shy of a tomatoe with his embarrassment; he sputtered slightly while tugging on the edge of his bandana, though his Captain easily dismissed him with a look at his other subordinates.
"Obviously I didn't come down here to handle Frost a verbal beating. I came to see how the testing of our new customized sidearms is going... from what I see Chris isn't having any trouble." a single blonde brow rose the slightest bit as he examined his 'second' in Alpha's target. All was quiet before he barked out "Another round!", each subordinate jumped slightly - especially Brad - before realizing he was giving the order. Each of them fell into line, moving back into their booths after checking the clips of their new weapons, while their Captain stood a ways behind them with his arms crossed over his chest firmly. "Good. Now... for this round the scenario is a suspect under the influence of PCP." he moved over to the controls for the targets and lined up one for each. "You've each dealt with drugged up suspects that were too much for regular RPD members to handle, this will be no different. You should know your goal. Ready...? Begin!". With that he pressed the button, causing the targets to move forward at a quick rate; before long multiple firearms being discharged could be heard. After about one minute he stopped the targets approach and moved from the controls to assess the condition of each individual's 'suspect'. The closest was Barry, who seemed to go for the legs and shoulder in an attempt to detain and stop the suspect from harming himself, but not kill him. Next was Joseph who had gone for similar shots, two bullets in the legs and one in each shoulder was going to stop most, if not all, movement. So far so good, he moved onward to Chris who had put two bullets in the legs, one in the shoulder and another in the lower section of the stomach away from any vital organs. An ambulance would definitely be needed to be called immediately for that suspect but otherwise, he would live and be stopped; his features remained unchanged as he continued on to his last two subordinates. Jill had gone for the shins leg wise before planting another bullet in each thigh before shooting the elbow; Brad on the other hand had played it completely safe and shot three bullets into his suspect's legs. It was a good thing Brad was mostly used for security detail or operating their communications and transportation.
Each of his team members stood silent, watching as he assessed their work without a single word or reaction... Brad was by far the most nervous of them all though. Which was nothing new, of course, since Brad was always terrified when it came to their Captain who intimidated him more than any of the others. After a moment of silence their leader spoke "For the most part, excellent. You've all managed to disable your suspect. Redfield caused the most damage to his, with a painful shot to the lower section of the abdomen. The one who played it safest was Vickers who merely shot his in the shin and disabling their chances of walking.". The Alpha Pilot wasn't sure whether this was admonishing or praise so he merely kept his eyes lowered to the ground and his weapon trained downward as the others visibly relaxed. Wesker gave the order for them to pack it up and head back to the office for more paperwork since their was no sign of the city needing them at the moment. This caused everyone to groan audibly... paperwork was the most droll and absolutely frustrating part of police work as it never seemed to end. Despite their verbal grumblings under their breath, they all kept it to a minimum as none of them had nearly as much as their Captain, who had at least one more stack than each of them. Yet he never complained or grumbled in any sense, at least to their visible knowledge. So they each went to pick up any spare shell cases and deposited them correctly after holstering their new issued weapon, which each were happy with. Barry being the Weapons Specialist asked Wesker his own thoughts on the weapon so far from their demonstration which received a reply of "The modifications are satisfactory, Burton, to which you can give your friend Robert Kendo and his family my thanks.". The family man of the team laughed "Of course I will. Though, I was wondering, sir... did you plan on testing out your own for personal experience?". Before he could answer, Joseph broke in with "Yeah! Speaking of which... I've never really seen you in action, sir.", his eyes suddenly held a twinkle of mischeif "And since those trophies are obviously Chris'... does that mean he's a better shot than you?"
This earned him a room full of silence that was so thick that you could cut it with a hot knife; each of his teammates with varying levels of nervous expressions, ranging to Brads full on terror. However the Alpha team Captain merely raised a blonde eyebrow with all the smooth calm of a confident predator as he turned his shaded gaze on the Omni-man. "Hmmm... that is a rather interesting question, Frost.". Stepping up to an empty stall he unholstered his own Samurai Edge, not even turning on the laser point, and took aim in the standard position "Lets test my abilities and see, shall we?". After cooly regarding the target in front of him he fired seven shots in rapid succession, the thunderous sounds seemed more quiet than their own in comparison to his. After a moment each took in where the bullets struck and were left dumbfounded as they realized the pattern. Wesker had left the target with five shots on the body, making a perfect five point star with the sixth shot in the dead center where the diaphram rests. The first bullet had hit the windpipe in the 'suspects' throat, the second hitting him in the heart, third the right lung, fourth and fifth would hit major organs in the abdomen and the seventh and final shot made was smack dab in the center of his forehead. By the end of their assessment most had to pick up their jaws from the floor before turning awestruck gazes to their leader, even Chris who took pride in his accomplishments as Point Man and Marksman was impressed and despite having known his Captain was a great shot felt his hero worship rise just a bit more. Joseph was eating his words and for once, keeping his mouth shut; the only female of Alpha had her trained on their fearless leader with a proud smile, knowing that man had hand picked her for Alpha, knowing he was even better than Chris, increased her pride in her accomplishments. The room was silent as Wesker ejected the clip swiftly, caught it in his gloved palm and began restocking it with new bullets before sliding the clip back in with an audible click. That broke the spell along with his penetrating gaze to which they began excitedly talking about his skills. He merely waved his hand in dismissal of the praise, his neutral expression giving way to the twitch of a smirk on the left corner of his lips; even as they left the room - after cleaning up the rest of their stuff - the members of Alpha couldn't help but feel proud to have Albert Wesker as their Captain (even Joe, who still ate his words).
Everyone had settled into his or her desk an hour after the target range, Chris and Jill who sat back to back were halfway turned around in their chairs to look at each other as they spoke. Barry sat with his treasured Colt Python taken apart and cleaning supplies out as he took care of his favorite gun, with Joseph sitting in his seat, boredly playing paper football. As to be expected, the illustrious Captain sat with his back hunched only slightly as he poured over the files on his desk; what was in them only he knew. The only missing member of the team was Brad who had been elected by Wesker to deliver the paperwork of the day to the proper stations. Overall it was a calm and peaceful moment in the S.T.A.R.S. office, no one really expecting an eventful day... until the radio clipped to Weskers tactical belt beeped loudly and the voice everyone recognized as Enrico Marini, Captain of Bravo team, spoke over the radio "Captain Wesker, do you read me? Over.". Suddenly everyone went still, rigid and quiet as their Captain calmly reached down and unclipped the device before hitting the button "Yes, Marini, I read you, over.". The static filled the room before the sound of a relieved Bravo leader was heard "Sir. We have a situation at Raccoon General Hospital.". Neutral expression giving nothing away, still as calm as ever, he responded "What is the situation?" his icy tone meant his team being prepared or else. "Mayor Warren and his family have been taken hostage at the opening of the AIDs Ward-" "Did I not assign Aiken and Sullivan on guard duty for the Mayor?". Like a sword of ice he cut through the report, causing his subordinate to pause and static to fill the air again for a moment "Yes, you did, sir. But these aren't some young punks with a couple of 9mms thinking they can get a bit of dough for the Mayor and his familys safety. They're skilled with their altilery.". Silence reigned for a brief moment as Wesker nodded to himself at some thought and answered "Alright."; his thumb, index and middle finger tapped in a pattern as he spoke "Enrico, tell me whatever Aiken and Sullivan reported to you.". As he spoke his eyes rested on his ready to spring team, even Brad - who had come back unnoticed by everyone but him - stood ready, but worried. With the simplest of gestures they each sprung into action, already knowing what they were all supposed to do due to similar situations and the drilling practice he had them go through for such emergencys.
Within ten minutes everyone was geared up and sitting on their desk or in their chair, waiting and listening as Enrico gave Wesker the low down on what had gone on in the hospital. So far Richard had spotted at least half a dozen men in black, complete with masks, and assault rifles or sub machine guns, they had taken over the entire floor where the new ward was opening up. That day Mayor Warren had brought his family with him for the grand opening of the new AIDs Ward that Umbrella Pharamcueticals had donated the money to for a AIDs research and treatment. Richard and Kenneth had been assigned by Wesker to guard the entrance and the Mayor himself. Unfortunately Richard, who had been guarding the entrance, had been snuck up on and knocked unconcious until about five minutes prior when he had radioed in to Enrico that the situation. Apparently he had tried contacting Kenneth as quietly as possible but had received no word back from their two-way radios, greatly worrying Alpha as to his condition. With Edward and Kevin out of town visiting family, that left few members of Bravo for back up for Alpha; which they didn't worry too much over. While they were certainly worried about Kenneth and Richard - who had made his way near the ward undetected and hiding as he spied on them, his radio turned off so as to not chance being heard - they had faith in each other that this could be pulled off with hopefully, no casualties. Everyone was on edge though... excitement, adrenaline, fear and worry all coursing through them mixed with some anxiety and nerves to add icing to the emotional cake. Right now they were all waiting for Captain Wesker to return to the office, Joseph having gotten the vehicle ready and Brad contacted the regular R.P.D. officers to maintain distance from the building so as to not alert the terrorists, all that was left to return was their leader... who had the frustrating task of informing Chief Brian Irons of the situation. Brad paced in front of the communication switch board while the others all watched the door, which suddenly opened and caused Chicken Heart to nearly jump out of his skin. Looking in on his men and woman, Wesker gave them all a nod before they stood up, knowing that had been the cue for their departure... Irons was informed and they were due to make a rescue.
Authors Note: Okay, so, next you'll get to see Alpha team in action as they save the Mayor and his family along with the entire Raccoon City General Hospital. I'll try and type that up as soon as possible. Thank you for reading this far, hopefully it was to your liking and if you have any comments or constructive criticism, they will be appreciated. Flames will be used to keep my house warm for the other occupants who are effected by cold.
