This is my take on the next chapter in the resident evil story, following five years after Resident Evil Outbreak File 2 with four BSAA agents tracking terrorist Ahmid Rejali finally cornering him in a deserted city. However something much more sinister than hiding a terrorist is going on and the agents must uncover the secret and stop a madman's plot before the world is destroyed.

Chapter One – Welcome to Sozma Qala – Kevin

Early Morning, Just outside the Sozma Qala district

Kevin had thought that renting an open top would make the stifling heat better…but all it did was let in the sand, and remind him how hard he found it breathing out here. The furthest he had ever been from home was Utah on a field trip and that had been a good nine years ago. Raccoon city had, had nice air…it had smelled of pine and grass all year round, even in winter when the snow was up to your shins. Kevin missed Raccoon city, he missed throwing the old pigskin around with the boys from the RCPD, he missed going to J's and drinking too much…and he missed his bed. After they had escaped Raccoon, they couldn't go and collect belongings before the missile came and took out all of those creatures that had seriously screwed all their lives. He had escaped, but so many others hadn't…so many people had died. As a police officer, Kevin found civilian casualties hard to cope with. After getting out, he had undergone some pretty intensive government training and had joined BSAA, helping to stop bio-terrorism from destroying anyone else's lives like it had destroyed his. Kevin Ryman, special agent. He liked the sound of that, quite a lot. He had been surprised when they had enlisted him to join a small team heading to Asia to find a known terrorist, with his fingers in every bio-terrorism plot since the fall of Umbrella. Ahmid Rejali was the kind of scum Kevin loved to take down, and he had said he would be glad to. However he had been even more surprised to find that Cindy Lennox was going to be on the team. Beautiful Cindy had worked at J's bar, and every night Kevin had asked for a date and she'd reject him every time. When he asked why, she had said she didn't date customers. What he hadn't known was that Cindy was working at J's to fund her way through med school, where she was training to be a doctor. In the five years that the eight of them had parted ways after Raccoon city, she had not only become a doctor but had joined the BSAA as a field medic. The only thing that made Kevin happier than having Cindy on the team, was not having to wear a uniform. In this stifling heat, his RCPD uniform would have killed him, and even the lightweight BSAA uniform he sometimes wore on maneuvers was too heavy for this weather. No they were allowed to wear their very own choice of outfit, and Kevin had took that to heart. White t-shirt, faded blue jeans, a nice leather belt with a large buckle, his very own pair of cowboy boots and of course…his cowboy hat. Pushing his hat just a little higher on his head, Kevin used the bottom of his white shirt to wipe the sweat that had accumulated on his forehead, and in the corner of his eye he noticed Cindy look away from his exposed stomach. Ever since Raccoon City he had worked in the gym twice as hard, developing some killer abs, the bottom of which was covered in alight patch of hair that led into his jeans. A small laugh escaped the agent at Cindy's denial of their attraction…how could she deny what he saw so plainly!

Pulling his t-shirt back down, and tilting his cowboy hat back, Kevin leaned back in his seat, the sound of the wheels bumping along the road, and Kendra and Matthew's talking in the front seat lulling him into a sleep. When the young officer once again opened his eyes, the car was stopped and Kendra was turned around in her seat, talking to Cindy about how she had once taken down this crazy guy with a machete, and Matthew was stood about ten feet away from the car, pissing with his head tilted back to catch the sun. "Put it away before a snake gets it!" Kevin shouted at his partner, who quickly retorted in his southern drawl "Gotta be a big snake", the whole car erupted in laughter and Kendra, recovering quickest spoke quietly so Matthew couldn't hear "Or a pretty small appetite…" which caused both girls to laugh once more. Smiling, Kevin sat up in his seat, and could feel cold sweat on his back as it trickled slowly down. Feeling the car dip a little as Matthew climbed back in the car, Kevin smiled at Cindy after catching her staring at him. "Nice dreams?" she inquired quietly, her soft voice carrying over the back seat and making Kevin's heart race. Nodding, he leaned forward and spoke into Matthew's ear, the wheels of the car making it hard for the two in front to hear the two in the back. "Matty, how long till we get to the district? I'm in desperate need of a shower!"

"How longs a piece of string Ryman?" The older man retorted, who was good fun on most occasions…after a sixteen hours driving was not one of those times. Kevin decided at that moment to sit back from Matthew's seat before the soldier stopped the car and gave him s southern style ass kicking. "About ten minutes Kevin…" Kendra quickly answered to dissolve the tension "…Sozma Qala is about ten minutes from here, there was a sign way back when you were asleep" and once again she was right, and in the distance Kevin could see the first block of more than ten houses they had seen in about six hours. The next ten minutes went by slowly, as the tall man yearned to stand and walk about, his legs aching and his hair just a little damp with sweat under his hat. Cindy, in her pale blue shirt, white underpants, with a pair of cool sunglasses hung on her shirt. And being a red blooded male, Kevin couldn't help but let his eyes linger over Cindy's cleavage. He really envied those sunglasses.

As only a cruel God could have planned, the open top four by four that carried for four BSAA agents broken down after about five minutes into Kendra's 'ten minutes' journey plan. Cursing heavily, Matthew jumped out of the car and popped the hood, jumping back as a torrent of black smoke flew from the engine. The remaining three agents sat awkwardly in the car, hoping that Matthew could fix it…he didn't have the best track record at keeping his cool when shit happened. After about five minutes of fumbling, Matthew emerged from his hidden point behind the risen hood, and he said, with a glare on his face that could have stopped a tank, that they would have to walk the rest of the way. Kendra had suggested that they phone the number of the rental car company that was written on the paper receipt the owner had given, only to be shot down by Matthew "But since we're sixteen hours from the rental station, I think we really should walk to Sozma Qala. If that's okay Kendra?" The African-American agent glared at her team mate for his sarcasm, but shut up. Getting out, all four agents shared the same, unifying thought…and those thoughts involved a lot of swearing. But since Kevin had never heard Cindy say anything more provocative than meanie, he couldn't imagine her thinking in swear words. Maybe she was thinking 'Their luck was meanie' or something along those lines. Some people found Cindy' chirpiness annoying but he found it sweet. It was one of the many things that Kevin loved…liked about Cindy. Knowing that they couldn't leave their gear in the jeep, but that they couldn't carry everything, so they had to chose. Of course they had to take their firearms, as well as their medical packs that Cindy had brought, so the sacrifices were really their clothes and food supplies. Kevin changed his white t-shirt for a matching one, after spraying about his own weight in deodorant so he didn't leave as big a sweat patches on this one like he had with the last. Grabbing his empty backpack, he put in two bottles of water as well as a medical spray, and three packs of ammunition for the handgun he slotted into the holster he wore. Cindy traded her blue shirt for a white vest, and her white pants for some black cargos, her backpack having all their medical supplies and only one box of ammo. Cindy after all, was only supposed to shoot in emergency situations. However like all of her team mates, she also wore a knife in a holder on her boots. Cindy was probably the most petite member of the BSAA squad, so her gun seemed a bit big for her hands, but Kevin noticed she wielded it like a pro. Back in Raccoon city, only he and Mark had known how to shoot properly. Glancing up, Kevin watched her transfer her sunglasses from her shirt, to the top of her head, perched on her pale blond hair gently. Even in the crappy weather Cindy looked perfect.

Kendra's outfit almost mirrored Cindy's except she wore a white t-shirt and some three quarter length black cargo pants, and her darker sunglasses covered her eyes, making her dark skin look a few shades lighter compared to the truly black glasses. Kendra carried two handguns, which she could fire with identical accuracy. She had showcased her ambidextrous shooting before the team had headed to Afghanistan. And just the same she had twin blades down both her boots, able to wield them equally well. Matthew who had done most of the ride over topless, catching up on his tan was no wearing a white vest and an olive green light jacket to cover his arms. The pockets of his black cargos were bulging with spare ammunition, and he already had a round in the chamber of his gun. He didn't want to bring Ahmid back alive. Just looking at Matthew, caused a small trickle of sweat to run down Kevin's back, but Matthew was used to wearing heavy duty clothes like this, and was one of the first soldiers to explore this area two years ago. Ahmid's mother lived her and he kept fleeing back to her when the heat got too much, and this time they wouldn't be too late. One of their sources had told them he hadn't yet left his mother's home which was good news. It meant he was still in Sozma Qala, and that they could finally capture him. Though this was Kevin's first out of he country mission for the BSAA, Kendra and Matthew had been partners for six years now and they had both been hunting Ahmid and his associates since they had joined the BSAA. Before that they had both been part of a special ops team that dealt with terrorism. Though neither of them ever spoke of it, Kevin had seen pictures from a village in West Somalia that Ahmid had destroyed to test a new bio-weapon he had acquired. The people had all just dropped dead within minutes, their skin peeling away slowly and their blood protruding from their orifices. Kevin wanted to catch him, but not nearly as much as Kendra and Matthew. The Amazonian beauty who stood at six foot one inch, was the first to set off, followed closely by Matthew. Kevin and Cindy took up the rear, walking quickly to keep up with their team mates who strode across the sand like it was nothing, unfortunately Kevin and Cindy weren't as used to it and walked much slower. It took them about twenty five minutes to walk to the village, the sand slowing down even Kendra and Matthew after a time. And upon arrival, the scantily clad foursome drew attention. The first people they met were a crowd of about sixty, who were in the city market all looked at them distastefully. They knew that soldiers coming into town meant that something was going on. And about half of them would know it was Ahmid they were after. Sticking closely together, Kevin eyed all these people with distrust, Ahmid had a lot of supporters and they wouldn't hesitate to attack foreign soldiers in the hopes Ahmid would give them money. Cindy on the other hand was smiling at the strangers, and even reached down to pat a few children's heads, clearly oblivious to the dangers these people could hold. But that was Cindy Lennox all over!

After about ten minutes of walking, and squeezing through crowds who seemed to think that by milling around they could stop these outsiders from getting to their city member. Reaching Ahmid's mothers house, which was surprisingly spacious given the relative poverty of the surrounding houses. Stopping about ten feet from the house, Matthew ushered his team in for a group talk before they entered the house. They were to split, Kendra and Matthew would go in the house and talk to Ahmid's mother who would most likely cover for her son and not give them shit, and though they were given permission by the US government to do whatever it took to bring down Ahmid, beating on a sixty something year old woman was too un-American for any of them. Kevin and Cindy would wait outside, and make sure that no one came in the front door without clearing it with them. And with that the team split up.

(And there's my pretty long first chapter up about my brave little BSAA agents taking on terrorism, Aww shucks aint they sweet. The story will split now, and Matthew and Kendra's point of view will be told through the eyes of Kendra, and Cindy and Kevin's will be once again told by Kevin. I was going to alternate p.o.v's so everyone got a voice, but I love talking about how much Kevin loves Cindy to voice her just yet. The action will kick off in true resident evil style and the teams will have to do some serious ass kicking to reunite. Please rate and tell me what you think/how to improve. And also tell me if a few chapters set back in Raccoon city through Kevin's eyes would interest y'all. That would also include all Outbreak characters as well as what they are up to now (: )