Chapter 1

Problems With Solutions

Valentine Redfield Household

Jill Valentine was not happy at this moment to say the least. It started off with something as stupid as her leaving the front door unlocked and the dog escaping then, the blame game started. It went from how Chris forgot to feed the dog before the last mission, to how he always left the toilet seat up, how she never cleans up her lunches until, its rotting away in their room and how she never tells him anything .Then how she doesn't feel like she can trust anyone and how she doesn't think that he understands what she's going through. The same things they fight about all the time but, when she walked away from him to her room, Chris Redfield knew something was different.

He gazed around the medium sized kitchen. The floor was white tile with nicks and scratches because it was old, the walls were painted maroon with white accents on the bottoms and tops. The stove was aside two walnut cabinets leading off to white and walnut cabinets with maroon handles next to a regular white fridge. The sink was made of porcelain that had matching red faucets and handles.

Chris sighs and thinks to himself 'i have to go fix this, its my fault'. So, he quickly picked up the broken shards of Jill's mother's nice china. Then, rushed to her room. He knocked softly on her door, he could hear her quietly sobbing. It broke his heart seeing her like this. The door handle slowly turned in front of him and opened to see her tear-stricken face. Her eyes were bloodshot and her tears were poring down her face.

"I'm sorry, this is my fault. I think we should talk about it." Chris told her. She nodded slightly and opened the door further so he could enter. Her room was simple. Her bed was a double bed and had a simple white comforter, a medium grey blanket folded at the end of the bed and light pink pillows with dark brown vertical and horizontal lines. Her side table had a few magazines aside from a framed photo of her brother. She sits on her bed and invites Chris to sit across from her.

"Um... Chris, I know we have problems but, that fight it was just... it was really intense." Jill starts, he knew this fight was different than the other fights. They've never had a full out screaming match before.

"I think we're getting worse." Chris told her sincerely. He looked into her eyes, they were tearing up. She quickly avoided his gaze and shifted uncomfortably.

"What should we do." She asks making eye contact.

"We could go to couples therapy and try to make it work, we can ignore them until we end up murdering each other ..." She smiled at the joke he made. His face grows serious "or we could end it." She looks at him with big doe eyes and takes his hand and and places her hand over it and smiles at him.

"We'll try couples therapy."

"By the way, you can talk to me about anything, even about the incident." Jill instantly looked down to her lap ashamed of what she had done. Chris noticed and picked up her chin and told her. "Jill, you can trust me." She felt tears splash down her face and took a deep breathe.

"He...um, used to lock me up in this room with no way out when I disobeyed him or tried to escape. He'd sit behind a mirror until I begged him to lead me on a leash like a dog." She began to cry and Chris pulled her up onto his lap and hugged her to his chest and he could feel her teardrops fall onto his shirt. " I never want to be caged again, I hurt so many good people, Chris."

"It okay, he's dead and you're save." Chris reassured her.

"I'm so lucky you and Sheva saved me. If you hadn't I would probably still be enslaved by Wesker." Jill pulled herself off him and brushed the tears off and smiles at him. " Thanks this felt good, having someone there for me."

Chris's cell phone ringed out in the kitchen. He stood and quickly went to pick it up. He held his phone to his ear and said "Hello"

"Chris, we have a request " Chris recognized the voice speaking on the other end of the phone, it was the mission director at the DSO, Mr. John Francis, the government agency that housed the American BSSA.

"What's this about?" Chris asked.

"Agent Kennedy has requested your assistance on a mission involving a tribe in Africa., The Kiunguza. He says they're have been sightings of B.O.W.S. Near that region. But, so far he hasn't gotten enough evidence to prove it."

"Is it Uroborus?" Chris asking, now curious about the mission, remembering the monstrous beings Wesker had created and unleashed in Africa, 7 months. He thinks about the first one he saw, it was just a giant mass of tentacles made from human flesh whirling and striking against him and his partner.

"Kennedy believes its something new, something never seen before by the BSSA in any country." Francis told him.

"So, this could be big." Chris said.

"Kennedy thinks so, and the DSO is requesting you and a group of specially selected agents to investigate the situation in Africa."

"Why was I chosen?"

"Kennedy made the list up of the agents he thought were the best choices for this. But, Chris might I ask if you are interested because if not I have many calls to make this evening."

"I'm interested, I'll come in soon. Bye." Chris said, hanging up and sitting down on his light brown chesterfield. And thinking about Africa and the events that transpired there. 'I will not let another outbreak happen again' Chris thought as he put on his leather jacket and left the house to learn about this mysterious new species of B.O.W's.

DSO

Chris pushes on the DSO entrance doors, peering into the main office. A red-haired woman is siting at a desk. Looking through files and making calls. Chris approaches the desk. Its very late in the evening and the office was not lit well so, it was fairly dark inside the room. The redhead notices Chris and waves him over to a seat on the other side of the room and Chris sits on a guest chair. As the redhead returns to the her phone. After a period of time, she hangs up and motions to Chris telling him to come over. He stands and approaches the desk once more. The woman lays the files down on her desk and smiles warmly.

"I'm here to talk to Mr. Francis." Chris asks her.

"Is he expecting you?" She asked looking up at him. He shakes his head slightly.

"Yes, he called me in about a mission." Chris told her.

"What's your name?" She asks.

"Chris Redfield." He answers. She quickly grabs her telephone and dials a number then waits while it rings, its answered quickly through. "Sir, I have a Chris Redfield. Here for you." She waits a second then smiles widely. "No, why are you jealous?" Chris's eyes widen as she turns herself around a little in her chair and plays with the telephone cord. She giggles then says " Okay hotshot, I'll tell him. Bye" She turns to face Chris. "I'm sorry mister Redfield, that wasn't very appropriate but, Mister Francis wants me to escort you up to the higher levels."

"Its fine..."

"Delilah" She answers telling him, her name.

"So, you know Mr. Francis." Chris asks as she started to walk towards the elevator.

"Yeah, you could say that" She says blushing. She presses the up button on the elevator and it quickly comes down and Chris and her enter. Delilah then presses the floor 16 button and they stand in the elevator. "He's my husband."

Chris thoughts go directly to the conversation on the phone she had with him. "How long have you been married."

"It will be years, next month." Chris and Jill had been together since

Jill had escaped the Raccoon City incident and that was 11 years ago but, they don't seem to have the connection Delilah seems to have with her husband. Chris found this troubling. " How about you Mr. Redfield, do you have a wife and kids at home."

"No kids, but I got a girlfriend, we've been together for 11 years." Chris told her. She smiled.

"She sounds nice." Delilah commented before the elevator doors opened and the two continued down the hall to a meeting room. The door was closed so, the room was most likely in use. "The meeting for the Kiunguza mission is in here. Mr. Redfield." She said before she walked down the hallway back to the elevators.

Chris turned to face the door to see what the mission was about. Little did he know it would change his life forever.