A/N: Resident Evil was a huge inspiration for this story. If you've seen it you'll recognize the similarties but the plot will change as it goes on. This is probably going to be one of the shorter chapters. For this one though I'd really appreciate any feedback so that I know whether or not your interested. Thanks!

Her eyes felt heavy and the throbbing in her head did nothing to ease her discomfort. Seconds felt like minutes as she attempted to regain the use of her body. The ground beneath her was cold and she barely registered the trickle of water falling upon her skin. It wasn't until her eyes fully adjusted that she even noticed her position. Her hand was gripping onto a shower curtain, her body bare. She stood up with difficulty and walked through an open door into a bedroom. Her hands ran over the surface of nearly every object she walked by. Everything was meticulous. The organization of clothes, furniture, the very structure of house was flawless yet she had no recollection of who she was or how she got there.

She was able to find a pair of skinny jeans and blouse to dress herself in. She started a search for clues that proved to be futile. There were no pictures in sight and the only object that had provided a semblance of information was the gold band around her ring finger. She was married. Yet even that had been discredited.

During her search she stumbled upon a velvet box that contained a silver band and a ring that could only be described as an engagement ring. She closed it and shoved the box into her pocket. She wandered aimlessly both in and outdoors. The silence that surrounded her shot her frustration to an all time high. A clatter within the home had her run back inside. She called out but got no response. Bright lights shone through the living room windows and the weight of something knocked her to the side. She looked up at the figure. He was looking directly at her, his brown hair in disarray. Before she could make a sound windows were shattering and he was yanking her through an opening. They didn't get very far before his body thudded against the ground, everything, everyone were moving so quick her mind was unable to register any of their words.

A tight grip around her arm knocked her out of her stupor.

"Status?"

Her eyes drifted from the guy on the ground to the person standing above her.

"What?"

"What is the current status of this location soldier?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about"

The figure retreated. The man who had attempted to protect her earlier was being pinned down by someone in a black commando suit. She looked around and noticed that's how all of them were dressed. Their faces were completely covered and they could easily blend in with the shadows casted by the retreating sun. The outline of their equipment was the only thing on their entire outfits that remotely stood out. If it hadn't been for the height difference she wouldn't have been able to distinguish the one who had just spoken to her from any of the others. After a few swift hand motions and quick instructions the team around her scattered to their respective objectives.

"Captain, he's not showing up in the system."

She tried to identify the owner of the voice but it wasn't until the same figure who had questioned her approached, that she realized it was the person holding down the man who had spoken.

The "captain" snatched away a monitor and inspected it closely.

They leaned down and yanked the man up by his arms.

"Who and what are you doing here?"

"I-I'm-"

"You better spit out those nouns before-"

"Before I shoot one into that pretty little head of yours." the soldier who had held him down spoke.

He had a gun pressed up against the man's temple.

"I'm her brother."

"Impossible. We have every known relative in our database."

"We'll give you one more shot before you get shot."

She heard the sound of the gun cocking.

"My name's Sam Evans. You're not going to find me in the system unless you check my actual name. I was deployed on a highly classified mission. The organization couldn't run any risks of being discovered, much less through fingerprints." He turned over his hand and looked down. The intruders followed his gaze.

"Laser removal," he informed them "It distorted the original path of the tissue. While my fingerprints are there the organization didn't update them. They took all necessary precautions and I accepted."

"Run his name in the system."

The soldier tucked the gun back in its place and tapped away at the monitor.

"Evans, Samuel. Former Master Sergeant of the US Air Force. He was a part of Mission T. The notes entered check out."

"So it seems." The captain nodded, "Now go check her out."

The captain pulled Sam away. "We have to take our own precautions."

The soldier approached her and grabbed onto her wrist.

"Let go of me."

She snatched her hand back.
"Listen, I get that you're a woman and sensitive to all this "invasive" touching shit but you have two options. You either let me run your prints or you can kiss your life goodbye."

She flinched her hand away from his grip before complying. The captain came back into view.

"What do you got for me Puckerman?"

"Quinn Fabray. 24. She's gone up in rankings from the minute she was recruited. She's officially a part of the Special Forces but was placed here as a Covert Security Operative."

"Impressive."

The rest of the team appeared their masks no longer in place.

"Lopez, report!"

"We were able to infiltrate the main entrance. Besides these two, there are no signs of survivors."

Quinn looked at everyone standing around her. They were all relatively young. The one referred to as Lopez seemed ruthless. Lopez had seemingly place Sam in handcuffs. Quinn noticed that the person who had gathered her information was no longer near her. Her eyes drifted to a guy with a shaved head if her assumption was correct he was "Puckerman." Beside him was a small brunette. Quinn was distracted observing each person that she hadn't noticed the brunettes knowing gaze on her. It wasn't until the Captain addressed the smaller girl that she noticed.

"Berry! I need you to retrieve any and all surveillance footage. I want to know about every hair, every speck, every skin cell that's been shed in the last 10 hours."

"I've checked. The signals have been scrambled. I was unable to access any footage."

While her response was to her captain her eyes remained locked on Quinn. Quinn's features contorted into one of curiosity.

"I did an aroma sweep of the bedrooms and found traces of Versed, Ketermine and Halcion. They were chemically alternated so that their effects could be just as strong through an airborne release."

"Chang, explain."

Everyone's attention shifted to the Asian woman who was now standing beside Santana.

"Kurt and I found that the house has connections to the organizations underground facilities. When the chemicals released there they found their way up through the vents."

"So then that explains the memory loss."

They looked at Berry and back at Chang who was nodding.

"Exactly. The effects are temporary but the timeframe can vary from hours to months."

"We found a survivor." A tall blonde came up from behind Puckerman, "He was on the train leading into the city. But he says he doesn't remember anything."

"Captain, what are we going to do with them?" Santana motioned from Sam to Quinn.

Everyone looked at their Captain who had now removed her own mask.

"They come with us."