Disclaimer: In no way do I own Resident Evil, or Delta, or anything else I'm writing about. The only thing that belongs to me are Delta Ten and part of the story. Yeah, I know, everyone wants to own Resident Evil. Read and hopefully enjoy!

Resident Evil: Delta

Rick yawned. He wondered why the hell he was stationed outside of Raccoon City. So far, the general hadn't given them any information on the mission, and Rick was starting to be unsure whether it even was a mission.

The Delta Ten boys were walking around their bunkers and spent time playing with each other. They were all eager to enter battle, but since the general ordered them to Raccoon City, they heard nothing: no briefings, no orders, etc.

The Delta Ten team contained 5 of the best soldiers in the U.S Army. Each one was trained for years of shooting headshots, marching with dozens of pounds in packs, and was specialists in one of the weapons they carried around.

The sergeant, Kite Teria, was mysterious and new to Delta Ten, and hadn't fought in any battles yet, but his voice and attitude was enough to order the soldiers around. He was born in New York and lost his parents at the age of 5 to a fire. At the age of six, he was reported missing. No trace was found of him until he came back to New York at the age of 21. Kite is silent, only speaking when needed to. He is almost never seen during the day, and barely seen sleeping in his room at night. The only word Kite said when the others asked him about his past was "22" so the others guessed it was his age. Kite had dark blue eyes and actually looked small, despite the fact that he was able to hold of Alex's blows when they were fighting. He had dark brown hair that stopped at the middle of his neck. He had no facial hair and preferred to shave.

Rick Carter, 25, is the supreme sniper of Delta Ten. He is the tallest of the group, being 6' 5" and 245lbs. The group's only sniper, he wipes and cleans it every day; being gifted to him from his dad. His skills with mechanics also gave him another job with fixing the Humvees they usually used for transportation. He had a family of 2 young children and a beautiful wife at home. He carries a M39 Black Arrow with him, his most prized possession, able to shoot 1600m away. Rick had black eyes with a small beard growing. He had long black and brown hair that draped halfway to his shoulders. He has longer fingers than the rest of the group. His upper body looks like a weight-lifter's but in truth; it came from carrying dozens of pounds on his shoulders for 12 years.

Michael Hennessy, or Mike for short, is 27 years old and is the team's medic. He was born in a suburban town in Upstate New York. He is the brightest and most cheerful of the 5 and also used to be a doctor, but changed to an army medic at 25. He is usually teased by his teammates to be the weakest of them all, since he usually just brings a small sub-machine gun, a combat knife, medic pack and a couple of grenades and C4. He has a family of 4 children at home and used to be a well known basketball player in his suburban town. Although a little clumsy at times, he proved to his teammates he was a valuable asset on their second mission together. Mike had a mixed color of hair: red and brown, with a small body, the weakest of his group.

Alexander Scott, or Alex, is 31 and the original team's sergeant but was demoted for Kite's arrival. He initially held a grudge at Kite, but gave up after he noticed Kite completely ignored his pranks. He is the team's best machine gunner and carries a machine gun as well as 2 pistols in case of emergencies. Alex also used to be a supreme poker champ, being skilled at lying and was sooo lucky he usually got his opponents pissed off. He has a habit of shooting at locked doorknobs instead of knocking it down, even though he is the strongest of the team at 312lbs. of pure muscle. When not in battle, he is usually seen playing Poker with other people and winning.

Nathan Sanderson is 29 and the team's most trusted and respected member. Born in a small community in L.A, he started learning karate and jujitsu at the age of 8 and mastered them at 14. He is the team's best melee combatant and also an expert at throwing his knives. He is always seen with at least 4 knives in his belt, A MAG-7 and a SPAS-12. However, he is mostly seen using his shotgun before entering close combat. He has dark blonde hair with large brown eyes.

Bam! Rick stared bored at the new hole in the target. It was lodged right between the eyes. He turned around and shot two times. The bullet pierced both eyes. He was still annoyed and confused at why his girlfriend, Kristen, dumped him. He never did anything and visited her every day when he was not on a mission. What annoyed him the most was she never explained the reason. Mike and Nathan tried continuously to cheer him up, but no matter what they did, no one could get him happier.

"Haha! Draw 4, sucker!" Nathan exclaimed as he placed down the card. He was playing Uno with Alex and Mike. Rick was pondering at the windows and Kite was nowhere to be seen.

Alex smiled, and lifted a card from his hand like a poker champ. "Draw 4," he said and grinned at Mike. "Draw 8, Mike!" Nathan yelled. Mike took a card from his hand. "Draw 12, Nathan," Mike said.

Nathan gaped in horror, got pissed and threw down his cards. "I quit!" he screamed, storming out the room while Mike and Alex burst into laughter.

Day passed quickly, with Alex and Mike continuing to play Uno while Rick sighed constantly since his girlfriend dumped him yesterday. Nathan pouted, but got tired and went to get some noodles to eat. Kite was nowhere to be seen, as usual. The news came in with another couple being found dead, mauled to death, yesterday in an alley at 2300 hours.

"Damn Uno is getting boring," Alex stated. "Well what the hell do you expect? It's a kid's game," Mike joked. "Besides, I'm even amazed that we actually had even a little fun playing the damn game. Now Bullshit is a much, much more fun game to play."

"I'm in," Nathan exclaimed. The three soldiers started playing Bullshit and discussing the previous missions they had before.

"And then you just had to throw that grenade at the wall. Two 5s," Alex said. "Heh, yeah. It blew up in your damn face and the brick hit you in the face too. Three 2s." Nathan said, laughing. "WELL YOU FRIGGIN TOLD ME TO, YOU SONUVA BITCH! SPADE ROYAL FLUSH!" Mike yelled and placed five cards down.

His friends bowled over into laughter and Alex finally managed to laugh out "Bullshit." Mike smiled and flipped over the 5 cards. Spade Royal Flush. Alex's expression turned from grinning ear to ear to complete horror. The pile had accumulated to more the half the deck of cards.

Nathan laughed even more hysterically and Mike started laughing as well. "Goddamn it… hey guys, that new horror movie is playing in a few minutes. Wanna come watch?" Alex asked, trying to change the subject. Mike and Nathan managed a small nod before continuing laughing. Alex grumbled and moved to another room. After a while, everyone got too bored and just went to sleep, hoping the mission, if there was one, to finally begin the next day.

"Wake up, fool," Kite yelled as he kicked Rick off his bed. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR? IT'S FIVE A.M IN THE MORNING!" Rick screamed. Kite looked at him and raised his eyebrow. He simply said "There's a meeting. Get dressed and tell the others." And walked out of the room. Rick muttered something in his breath and went to the closet.

The general contacted them, and told them to get ready to 'exterminate' the current state of the civilians. The innocents had already been evacuated, and all that were left in the city were the bastards who had the guts to go around killing people. However, there were sure as hell a lot of the bitches and a roadblock had to be set up.

The general continued the orders. "Delta Ten, you will arrive after Delta Four and Five and set up the roadblock in Downtown Raccoon City. The other Deltas will arrive in helicopters and land to give ground support while the rest of the Delta force gives air support. Other reinforcements, including the R.P.D, S.W.A.T and Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service will come with you. Lethal force is required. No mercy is to be given. Rules of engagement are: Attack if you are threatened, but never let your guard down. According to the Raccoon City Chief of Police Irons, you are to kill any of the murderers you see. Let none neither survive nor get through the barricade. All weapons are permitted, but it is imperative to bring C4s, RPGs and heavy weapons. The mission will begin at 2200 hours tomorrow. End transmission."

"RPGs, C4s, heavy weapons, don't you think that's a bit cruel for them?" Alex asked. "Hell, who cares?" Mike answered. "If they're cold-blooded enough to kill a dozen people, then the hell with them. I don't care if their just civilians, I just wanna blow up something."

Nathan raised his eyebrows and Alex sighed. Kite just stared into the sky and then said "Pack up."

Everybody muttered, and left for their rooms.

Kite took his backpack and stuffed in his two special combat knives, 2 Beretta 9000s, 6 clips for the pistols (3 for each), a C4 and a SMG with 2 clips. He brought along the binoculars and the PNVs for his team. His pack was more than 40 pounds, but to him, it felt like a small backpack for a 10 year old.

Rick carried his M39 Black Arrow and 3 clips of ammo, 3 C4s, a combat knife and a XM26 Lightweight Shotgun System (LSS) with 2 clips for close combat support.

Mike decided to bring a few extra things with him. He stuffed in his pack a small SMG with 3 clips, a Bren he obtained from a previous team member with 2 clips, a combat knife, medic pack and a couple of grenades and C4s.

Alex placed a M16 with 3 clips, MG 131 Machine Gun with 2 clips, 2 Berettas, each with 2 clips and a C4. Because of the heaviness of his pack, he decided to ditch his combat knife and most of his explosives.

Nathan, sensing it might be a dangerous mission, packed 8 knives in his belt, A MAG-7 and a SPAS-12, both with 3 clips. He ditched the explosives and brought the RPG instead. Lastly, he stuffed in a SMG.

Each one made sure they had a flashlight and also checked their radios. If the radios weren't working, bad situations might turn into deadly ones in blink of an eye.

Alex and Rick argued who had the better guns. Alex said his machine guns were the best and could take out dozens of people within seconds. Rick said his sniper could shoot something far, far away and by the time the enemies could get in range of Alex's guns, they would all be dead already. The argument continued for quite some time before Mike finally got them to agree to a competition. Whoever could kill the most with their weapons and not explosives by the end of the mission would prove that their gun was the best. Nathan complained that they were having too much fun going to kill some civilians, but his voice was drowned out by Mike's now playing music player. He tried to shout, but to no avail. What was more amazing was that the music coming out of the headphones was enough to make Nathan cover his ears, but Mike, who had the headphones on and strapped to his ears appeared to not notice a thing.

After everyone finished packing up, they all headed to sleep, not knowing that those would be the last few hours of their once peaceful lives.

The end of chapter 1. No action, just explaining the characters and starting the story. Hope you enjoyed it and please review!

(P.S. Don't flame or I'll ignore it. This is my first story, so don't expect toooo much.)