Disclaimer: I do not own the Resident Evil series or the characters, I am just a fan who likes to write the kind of stories I like to read. I know it's a bit derivative, but any constructive comments appreciated!!!

Chapter 1 Surrender

She held up her arms, bent at the elbows, her hands resting uncomfortably on the back of her head. Her innate calmness belied the commotion all around her. She kneeled down, slowly. The hard concrete surface of the atrium floor hurt her knees.

''Do not move or we will shoot you. I repeat, do not move or we will shoot you'' a voice bellowed.

She had no intention of moving. She was hoping that this humiliating scenario would play itself out to the end as soon as possible. Time was running out. Every moment she spent out in the open, she was at risk.

The woman stared at the numerous figures dressed in black military fatigues, all wielding automatic weapons. They had appeared within moments of her arrival in the building, almost as though they possessed some kind of precognitive ability. Their uniforms bore no sign of name or rank, only the word S.T.A.R.Swas visible as small stitched text on the shoulders. ''My name is Elisabeth Badley.'' She shouted, not knowing which of the black figures to address. They wore balaclavas and eye masks, so she couldn't see into their eyes.

''We know who you are Dr Badley. Lie on your front with your arms behind your back. Failure to comply will result in a lethal response. No warnings.''

She did as told. A tall, athletic figure, obviously male, moved slowly forward, his weapon trained at the woman lying face down on the floor. He bound her hands behind her back with plastic ties that cut into her wrists, and ungraciously dragged her up from her position on the floor.

''Please let me walk, I will put up no resistance.'' She said calmly.

The black figure ignored her request and dragged her unceremoniously through the atrium. She was momentarily disorientated, and suddenly gripped by nausea as she was surrounded by the black figures within the claustrophobic confines of an elevator situated on the far side of the atrium. The elevator went down.

When the doors opened, all was white. The walls, floors, ceiling, and lights - everything was clean, pristine. They moved swiftly and silently along the featureless corridor. A door suddenly opened to the left. They proceeded through the door and into a small room. All of the black figures but one left the room, and the door closed quietly behind them. The remaining black figure removed the plastic ties that bound her hands behind her back. She rubbed her wrists, but the respite was temporary. Before she could become comfortable again, the figure placed her wrists in pair of manacles but this time in a more comfortable position to her front.

''Sit down.'' The black figure spoke with authority.

''I prefer to stand.''

''Fine.''

There was a long silence.

''I will only talk to Chris Redfield.''

The black figure turned to leave the room, and with a nonchalant flick of the hand he responded ''Fine. Any other requests while I'm up?''

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The black figure removed his mask and balaclava as the door to the room housing Elisabeth closed behind him. His sandy blond hair was messy, his cheeks flushed.

''Well, I didn't see this one coming. Why does she want to speak to you?'' he questioned an authoritative looking man who was propped against the wall of the corridor, his arms crossed, his brow furrowed.

''I have never met her before. I have no idea why she want's to talk to me.'' He rubbed his chin unconsciously. ''Leon'' he asked ''Why has one of Umbrella's top geneticists just walked into S.T.A.R.S headquarters?''

''I can't answer that Chris. But I'm sure this isn't going to end well.''