A/N: Okay guys. Here's my rewritten version of this story, and if you're just tuning in, don't worry about reading the other version cause I will be taking it off and it's crap anyway. This will be an eventual WeskerXOC so if you don't like that stuff, then don't read. I will also try my best to keep each character in character, but that's not always easy so sorry if I fail. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed the original version of this. You guys are amazing and sorry for putting you through a rewrite.

I don't own Resident Evil

Rated T for language and violence. Rating may change, but should stay at T.

Reviews will be greatly appreciated.

Prologue

1996

Enrico Marini was a very busy man. Officers had to hurry to step out of his way as he walked through the halls of the police department, nose stuck in folders containing resumes of potential STARS members. Wesker had called Enrico late the previous night telling him that he would be unable to conduct the interviews the next day and that he would find the information for the applicants at the front desk. What Wesker had not told him was just how many applicants there were. Even though STARS was just in its beginning stages, many people's interest had been caught and therefore there were many applications to sort through. Enrico wasn't quite sure how Wesker had been managing with this all week. Surely the soon-to-be captain's patience was wearing thin, since half the applicants turned out to be ineligible for the job and had severely exaggerated on their resumes.

After a quick lunch break, Enrico was hurriedly making his way back to the STARS office to interview another five applicants. Taking the stairs two at a time, he walked down the hall to see the five people sitting patiently on a bench that had been placed there for that exact reason. Barely glancing at them, he looked to the folder propped open in his hands and called a "Chuck Michaels" to join him in the office. Enrico had to keep from letting loose a string of profanities as a short, portly man stood and followed him into the office. He very much doubted that this man would be able to pass the physical requirements needed, and wondered how his application had even wound up in his hands. At this point he was starting to wonder if Wesker hadn't done this deliberately just to waste Enrico's time. Bastard.

"Danielle Rainford?" Enrico called. After wasting away precious time interviewing Chuck, three other men who actually had potential had been called and now Enrico was on the last interviewee for the next hour. A smartly dressed woman with dirty blonde hair pulled into a bun and a round face stood and walked confidently toward him. They shook hands and entered the office. On closer inspection Enrico noticed that she had grey eyes and that she had a scar that started just above her jaw line and curved down. Enrico sat behind his desk and motioned for Danielle to do the same in the chair across from him.

"I'm Enrico Marini; I'll be acting as captain for the Bravo team. I apologize that Captain Wesker could not be here to meet you; he had business to take care of elsewhere."

"It's nice to meet you Enrico, and the Captain's absence is quite alright." Danielle replied.

"So let's just get to it, your file here says that you served in the Marines?"

"That's right."

"Why did you terminate your service with them?" He asked.

"My mother got sick and I wanted to move back here to help take care of her. There are no Marine bases near Raccoon City so I gave up being a Marine to move here."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Why are you interested in STARS?"

"I'd always planned on becoming a police officer after I was done with my service, and STARS sounds like my kind of job."

"Have you attended police academy?"

"Not yet, I wanted to interview here first because I would have missed the application deadline if I had gone. I hope that does not affect my chances for a position." Danielle replied.

"Not at all, there are a few others who have just gotten out of the military and have not yet attended the academy." Enrico told her.

"I'm glad to hear that."

A few moments were spent in silence as Enrico studied Danielle's application. She glanced about the office nervously, waiting for further questioning. Enrico cleared his throat and Danielle met his eyes.

"Well, your credentials look good for this job. I'd like to invite you to come back tomorrow to join in the physical tryouts."

"That sounds great." Danielle replied smiling.

"We start at five, don't be late."

"I won't be. Thank you very much."

Danielle arrived at the RPD ten minutes before five and made her way to lobby. There were several other people there that she assumed were waiting for the tryouts to begin. She sat down next to a young man with short, brown hair and friendly blue eyes.

"I'm Chris Redfield." He said, holding his hand out to her.

"Danielle Rainford." She replied, shaking his hand.

"You here for the tryouts?" He asked.

"Yep, you?"

"I am. You new to Raccoon?"

"Not exactly. I was born here, but as soon as I was eighteen I joined the Marines."

"No shit? I was in the Air Force."

"Oh really? Why'd you quit?" Danielle asked.

"It's more like I got kicked out. My superior was a real asshole." Chris told her.

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Thanks." There was a moment of silence, before Chris cracked a smile and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "leatherneck" under his breath.

"Did you just say what I thought you said?" Danielle asked raising an eyebrow.

"What was that?" He asked innocently.

"Zoomie." She muttered.

"Jar head."

"Chair force reject."

"…Touché." Chris replied.

Just then a tall man with slicked back blond hair walked into the lobby and commanded everyone's attention. Oddly enough he was wearing a pair of sunglasses, even though it was starting to get dark and they were inside. Danielle assumed this must be the captain because he had an air about him that commanded respect. He told them all to follow him to the gym where the tryouts would commence. They would start with endurance and agility then hand to hand combat, and then they would finish at the shooting range.

"You ready for this?" Chris asked.

"Of course." Danielle replied with a smirk.

"May the best man win." He told her.

"Ooh-rah."

The endurance and agility tests were easy enough to pass for Danielle. The same could not be said for some of the other applicants. Captain Wesker was quick to kick out anyone he decided was not acting up to snuff. By the time they made it to hand to hand combat there were only sixteen applicants left out of the thirty they had started with. Only nine positions were open on the team, so everyone's competitive spirits were starting to show.

For hand to hand combat Wesker had decided to hold a sort of tournament. Winners would face off against other winners, the same going for those who lost their matches. Danielle had always prided herself on her combative skills and was eager to start. She was paired with a man who introduced himself as Forest Speyer and dispatched him fifteen minutes into their match. She was next paired with the only other woman there whose name was Jill Valentine. Eventually Jill was defeated, but she had not gone down without quite a fight.

After a ten minute break Danielle found herself facing off against Chris, who was the only one she had yet to fight.

"This will be too easy." He said, smirking.

"For me." Danielle replied grinning.

"Start." Wesker commanded.

Chris ran to tackle her and Danielle danced out of his way at the last moment. He fell on his face since his balance had been thrown off and Danielle jumped on top of him. She tried to pin him, but he was too strong and managed to push her off of him. Chris tried a right hook, but Danielle ducked and responded with an uppercut. Chris stepped back and rushed at her. She moved out of the way at the last second again, and stuck out her foot. Chris tripped and after much wrestling around, Danielle finally managed to pin him. She stood up, smiling merrily at him and held out her hand to pull him up. Chris grinned and took it, allowing Danielle to pull him up.

"Great job Miss Rainford." Wesker praised.

"Thank you Captain." Dani replied and started walking towards the edge of the sparring mat.

"Where do you think you're going?" The Captain asked.

"We're not done?" She asked in return.

"Not quite, let's see how you fair against me."

"Do I at least get a small break?" She asked.

"Five minutes."

Five minutes later Danielle found herself facing off against Captain Wesker. She had no idea what to expect. Wesker had not been participating in the matches and was better rested. He looked strong, but also agile. Enrico called for the match to start, but neither moved. Danielle did not want to be the first to attack, she wanted to gauge what kind of fighter the Captain was. Wesker stepped to the left and Danielle responded by stepping to her right. Even though he had taken his sunglasses off to reveal ice blue eyes, she still had no idea what it was he was thinking. Suddenly he moved toward her and struck out his fist. Danielle parried and aimed a hit at his stomach which he dodged. Wesker bent and swept his legs under hers and she hit the ground hard. She barely managed to roll out of the way as he tried pinning her. The fight continued like this for another ten minutes. There were many close calls, but none that resulted in a win. Wesker had once again managed to knock Danielle down. Hurriedly she stood and kicked at his side, but he caught her foot and pushed her backwards before she could pull it free. This time Wesker managed to get on top of her and pin her legs and arms.

"I win." He stated and stood offering her his hand. Danielle took it and was pulled upwards. She muttered her thanks and wandered to the edge of the mat where her water bottle was. She was unaware of the Captain's eyes studying her retreating form.

"Alright, all of you follow me to the shooting range." Wesker called. He had already dismissed those who had failed at combat and so the remaining twelve applicants followed him to the shooting range.

It didn't take long to figure out who the best marksman was. Chris managed to perform every hit that Wesker commanded with excellent accuracy. Danielle was not nearly as skilled, but was still doing better than others and was not terribly worried about her standings with Wesker's expectations. There was an order for a cease fire and everyone put their weapons down.

"You're all here because you're performances have proven to be exceptional. Alas there are only nine spots open and obviously all of you can not be hired. Reed, Tyler, Cox, Tracy, unfortunately I do not feel that you are suited for this job."

The four mentioned nodded and shuffled out of the room. This left only Chris, Jill, Forest and a few others who's names she could not recall. Danielle tried to keep from smiling too brightly in her excitement of having made the cuts.

"As for the rest of you, welcome to the Special Tactics and Rescue Squad."