"Melissa" my boss and Head of the B.S.A.A. of the North American Branch came out of his office and handed me a file, "What's this?" I opened the file to see a big 'Operation: Caribbean' written in a big font and in red. "Isn't this the mission Gold Team was sent on?" I looked at the documents inside filled with pictured of Gold Team venturing to the Caribbean, "That's right" my boss, Richard Thompson spoke with his deep voice. He was very tall, dark-skinned and well muscled; not only that, he was drenched in a long, buttoned black cloak. "Gold Team was sent on Operation Caribbean two weeks ago to Jamaica and we haven't heard from them since two days after they arrived on the island when we lost contact with their radio and yesterday we received a distress call from their location" Richard pulled out a recorder and handed it to me. As I pressed the play button the recorder began with much static.

Ksssshhhh! Kssshhh! "This is!" Ksssh! "To Base!" Kssssh! "We have located Wesker but" Kssssh! "He got away and I don't know where everybody else is" Kssssh! "I have no ammo and I need" Ksssssh! "I'm in" Kssssh! "Please, help!" Kssssssssssh! "Wait, stop! Aaah!" Kssssh!

And the recorder finished. "That voice… That sounds like-"

"Rebecca Chambers yes" Richard finished the sentence for me.

"Which island in the Caribbean were they sent to exactly?" I questioned as I placed the file on the desk in front of me as I worked around a cubicle with a monitor around the Caribbean. "Jamaica" Richard responded, "Jamaica!?" My face lit up as I remembered my family being in Jamaica, "What's he doing in Jamaica?" I looked at Kai for an answer.

"Wesker's plan have gone all around the major places of the world, I'm guessing he thought that no one would figure out that he would launch a plan in a minor country such as Jamaica" Richard explained his theory. "When do Alpha Team and I leave?" I looked at Richard while awaiting an answer.

"You all leave at dawn tomorrow, notify the rest of Alpha Team" Richard commanded before going back in his office.

"Listen up everybody" I had gathered the rest of Alpha Team in the Kitchen Area of the base, "We're being sent on a mission to Jamaica tomorrow at dawn to track down Albert Wesker and put a stop to his plan as well as to find the locations of the members of Gold Team" I reported.

"Jamaica? Isn't that where you come from?" Erica Montoya asked to which I nodded, "What's Wesker doing there?" she asked again.

"I'm unsure, the file doesn't say" I responded.

Alpha Team consisted of: My best friend Erica Montoya, Stephan Dahl, Lisa Hinds, Yoko Takanashi, Nash Livingness, Joshua Mahon, Seth Cunningham and myself. "Where's our first stop?" Seth asked since he was always the pilot of the helicopter, "Unity Estates" I responded and to which he tipped his hat.

"Ready for liftoff?" Seth looked around from the pilot's seat as we all boarded the helicopter.

"Get this baby in the air" Nash pointed skywards. Nash was a tall, muscular dark-skinned man with knack for partying. We were all equipped with bulletproof vests and knives in holsters strapped around our ankles. We were all fully equipped with three sets of guns, it was going to be two sets but we had decided to bring another set if guns to give to Gold Team as Rebecca on the recorder said she had no ammo left. Along with the knives, we all carried two Samurai Edges in holsters around our waists; I carried two MP5s in my hand along with an M3 Shotgun strapped to my back. Erica carried two Uzis in her hand along with a Dragunov SVD strapped to her back; Stephan carried an M4-Carbine in his hand along with an UMP45 strapped to his back. Lisa carried an AK-47 in her hand along with a Pump Action Shotgun strapped to her back; Yoko carried an AK-74 in her hand along with two swords strapped to her back. Nash carried a Gatling gun beside him on the helicopter along with a Dragunov SVD on his back, Joshua carried two MP-AFs along with an M4-Carbine, and Seth carried an Ithaca M37 on the co-pilot's seat beside him along with a Rocket Launcher.

"I'm still confused as to how Gold Team was captured by Wesker or whatever predicament they're in…" Nash began, "They're Gold Team because they're the best of the best" Nash finished shaking his head along with Joshua nodding his head. Joshua was a light-skinned man with an average body and always wore sunglasses; Joshua according to Yoko has never talked in his life since he was seven years old. Even though he doesn't talk we could always know what he wanted to say. "How long before we're in Jamaica Seth?" Stephan asked. He was a light skinned Norwegian who could speak many different languages: Norwegian, English, Spanish, French, Dutch and Portuguese. "In about an hour" Seth shouted back. "Do we have a plan once we land in Jamaica? When we land in that community where your family is?" Yoko stepped up. Yoko was a Japanese woman with short, black hair that stopped at her chin and she wore a long, red dress that had a split at her left leg from her waist. Along with the dress, she wore a bulletproof vest. Like Stephan, she too knew several languages: Japanese, Chinese, Korean, English, French and Spanish. "We'll search the community, it's kinda big but I know where to start" I responded, "Didn't you have some guys sent there to keep it safe? Y'know as a shelter against the biohazard for Jamaicans to stay?" Lisa asked. Lisa was a light-skinned girl with shoulder-length straight, blonde hair and she had a similar party personality to Nash. "Yes I did but I'm not so sure anymore…" I looked out the window of the helicopter as I recalled the first time the T-Virus was released globally.

It first started in Raccoon City and Raccoon City was blown to bits so everybody thought it was over… But it wasn't. Two years ago the infected shown up across the world and threw the world into a zombie apocalypse. I was in Jamaica at the time so I called in reinforcements and broadcasted a shelter in my family's community of Unity Estates through a radio frequency and across the television and I later left my brother and my mother a year ago and came back to the B.S.A.A. headquarters. My younger brother was now seventeen and I'm now twenty-one.

"We're here" Seth notified us as we flew over Jamaica. "I'll land us here…" Seth parked the helicopter on the roof of an apartment. "These buildings are pretty safe…" Nash said as he first came out of the helicopter. He was right though; there was no way to get on the roof except by going out of the top-most window and finding a way to climb up and the edges of the roofs were barricaded with railings. Also, the apartments had security gates, the only way you can get inside an apartment through the gate is by having a person living on the inside buzzing you in or having the key to open it, I myself doubt that the gate can be busted down. "It's kinda foggy out here…" Lisa notified us as she came out of the helicopter second and looked over the roof to see an eerie fog.

"Home…" I remarked as I came out of the helicopter and looked over the roof, gazing at the several townhouses and apartments.