S.T.A.R.S.: Special Tactics And Rescue Service. These men and women are the best of the best, known for their rigorous training regimen, and extremely difficult selection process. They're responsible for having resolved countless hostage situations and undercover operations. Not many can say that they're a member of S.T.A.R.S., but those who can will always say it with pride.

The Raccoon City division of S.T.A.R.S. is no exception from their organization's standard of excellence. They are divided into two teams, Alpha and Bravo. Bravo usually contains the newer members of S.T.A.R.S., and those who have built tenure and experience are eventually promoted into Alpha. The captains of their respective teams are seasoned, well trained police officers or soldiers who have been with S.T.A.R.S. the longest. In certain branches there would be a captain for each team, and a captain who supervises both teams, but in Raccoon City there was a man talented enough to be both the captain of S.T.A.R.S. collectively, and captain of Alpha team; his name was Albert Wesker, but everyone generally called him Wesker.

The calm man sat at his desk, looking over files in the quiet S.T.A.R.S. office through his trademark sunglasses. He was reviewing reports from their last search and rescue mission, a young girl who was being held ransom from her rich parents. He was reading through Joseph Frost's account of the mission, impressed with the detail in the report. Frost was a good officer, he had been doing very well in Bravo team. Not to mention he blended well with the entire team. He had been considering promoting him to Alpha, due to the departure of another Alpha member.

Wesker was ripped from his thoughts, but not startled as the phone on his desk rang loudly with an annoying high pitch. He nonchalantly picked up the reciever and placed it to his ear.

"This is Wesker."

Wesker was annoyed when he heard the whiny voice of Chief Irons on the other end, though he was careful not to let it show in his voice as he spoke back. He listened to Irons go on about hiring a new member of S.T.A.R.S., and he made a quiet decision. He would go to the training room and inform the team as soon as he finished with Irons.

"Okay, who's next?" Chris Redfield asked triumphantly. Rather than just punch a punching bag, everyone had decided to spar, tournament style. Chris had been undefeated so far, having won against Richard Aiken, Kenneth Sullivan, and now Forest Speyer. It was friendly competition, but Forest had a hard time accepting defeat.

"I want to go again." Forest said with a frustrated tone. It was obvious he wasn't a very good sportsman.

Jill Valentine watched Chris, and said "I'll go next."

She stood up from the bench, while everyone got quiet. It was common knowledge that Jill was a formidable opponent, having studied martial arts as a child and then recieving Krav Maga training while affiliated with Delta Force. When she first joined S.T.A.R.S., she was often disreguarded because she was a woman. She quickly shed that image among the men and instead was dubbed 'The Amazon' by Brad Vickers.

Forest walked over the bench muttering something to himself and Chris looked her up and down.

"Alright Valentine," Chris said playfully. "let's see what you've got."

He took his stance, and looked like a boxer with his fists clenched so closely to his face. Jill didn't assume a stance, instead she stood with her knees slightly bent and her hand at the ready by her side. She smiled at him, amuzed by the serious look in his face. He was so cute when he looked like that.

She began to circle him, making him circle with her, seeming a bit more uneasy. She looked at him again, waiting for him to attack her. She let another sly smile escape from her face while he lunged at her as if to grapple her. She evaded him easily, simply by stepping out of the way. He surprised her when he quickly turned and punched, hitting her in the arm. It made her stumble backwards, and she quickly regained her footing as Chris came at her with another swing. She caught his fist and pushed it aside, using his momentum against him and simply placing her elbow into his chest.

She heard Chris lose his breath with an "oof!" and she stepped aside, hoping he would have had enough. Chris rapidly recovered, however, and came at her again. Instead of waiting for him to attack she did, hurling a palm at his handome face. Her Krav Maga training taught her to neutralize her opponent as soon as possible, while taking the least amount of damage. If she were fighting anyone other than a teammate, Chris Redfield no less, she would've already taken him out. She thought being brutal wouldn't earn her much respect among her teammates though. Her palm was caught by Chris, who began to try and twist her arm around her back in a police hold. She quickly decided to change her plan, and swiftly smacked his gut with her other arm.

He let out another "oof!" and he let her arm go, but before she could turn around he had her in a headlock. Deciding against being nice from agitation, she quickly stomped Chris' foot and jammed her elbow into his ribs, and he released her. She quickly turned to face him as he charged at her yet again, and as he threw his punch she caught it, used his momentum against him yet again, and pulled him over her hip where flipped over and fell to the floor with a loud "Twhack!"

Jill stepped back, feeling sweat beads begin to form on her forehead. It was difficult to spar with a teammate, and still be gentle. She stepped away from Chris on the floor, nearly certain he would try and pull her down. He looked up at her from the mat, and laughed.

"You're good." Chris said nearly breathlessly. She returned his smile and walked back over to him, reaching out to help him up. He took her hand almost hesitantly and she helped him up, when their moment was interrupted by clapping.

"Very impressive, Jill." Wesker said, a smile forming on his face. "Perhaps you should give everyone pointers."

Jill smirked, and looked away modestly. "Thanks, Captain."

He continued to walk into the room, looking at each of the members of the team.

"I've got an announcement to make." He said calmly, still the embodiment of stoicism...

Alright everyone!
First chapter of my new story, although short! I thought I'd just hook you with a short first chapter.

Please read and review, especially you Chaed!

Oh, and Krav Maga is an Israeli militant fighting style, and is used by the U.S. Government in teaching self-defense and hand-to-hand combat and such to the military. Just a little fun fact for you.