Disclaimer – I do not own Resident Evil. All the characters, locations and storylines belong to Capcom, except the characters I create myself.
Authors Note – Not all of this may be right as to what happens in the game, but this is a fan-fic and stuff that I decide to change is for the reason that it will work better with the story. I will however try my best to be as accurate as possible.
Here is a sort of key.
This is when a character I'm talking is thinking rather than talking.
Resident Evil: S.T.A.R.S
Chapter One – New Beginnings.
The Special Tactics and Rescue Service or The S.T.A.R.S. unit was founded in 1996 in order to combat the increasing rate of city terrorism and other crimes. The team was formed as part of Mayor Michael Warren's "A Bright 21st Century for Raccoon" campaign funded by the Umbrella Corporation. The team consisted of members who specialized in various fields. It was comprised mainly of twelve members with two teams: Alpha Team and Bravo Team.
The alarm clock was blaring as a figure turned over in hid bed and raised his hand. He lowered it with force as the alarm suddenly stooped. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the display of the clock.
7:30, better get up. I'm supposed to be at work at eight.
The man slowly pulled off his plain dark blue covers and got out of the bed. He rubbed his eyes before exiting the room and heading towards his kitchen. His apartment wasn't big, but it did him fine
It was on the tenth floor of flats, placed at the front of the building. His front door opened to an open spaced kitchen, dining and living area. There was a small hall next to the living room which led to two bedrooms and a bathroom. The wallpaper was mostly a boring white coloured and it had light wooden flooring. Being a busy man, he didn't bother to decorate.
Once in the kitchen, he heard his phone ring loudly. He walked over to the kitchen counter where the phone was and picked it up.
"Hello" His voice still sleepy.
"Chris man, you always wake up at the last minute, what is with you and being late?" The other man's voice sounded chirpy, which bugged Chris.
"How can you sound happy in the morning Speyer?" He asked, not wanting to know the answer.
"Because when you have a pregnant girl-friend who feels like chocolate cake at three in the morning you have to be." He replied, almost laughing.
Chris began to laugh before he spoke. "How is Sue anyway?"
"She's great, just not getting used to all the bathroom calls she has to make." He replied, laughing.
"Good, look, I gotta get ready otherwise, I definitely will be late." Chris replied, wanting to get some breakfast before he was too late.
"Fine, try and cut me off, see how I like it. Just make sure you're here on time, we have that new recruit today and you don't want Wesker going mad at you in front of them." He said, trying to sound like he was genuinely hurt.
"I will, now get off the line or I'll never get there." He said. The phone just went dead.
"Fine, don't say bye." He said, putting down the phone and heading to the cupboard.
"Great, nothing to eat. Why is it whenever Claire isn't here, I don't have anything to eat?" He asked himself. He then just went to the bathroom and jumped in the shower.
Soon enough, it was he was dressed in his uniform. It consisted of grey combats, black army boots and a white short-sleeved shirt. On his right arm, he had the logo of his team, while on his left breast, it said his name Christopher Redfield and below, S.T.A.R.S Alpha.
He looked at himself in the mirror and put some gel on his short hair, spiking it up. He looked at his name.
God, why did they have to use Christopher…
He then looked at his watch.
7:48 better get going.
He picked up his keys from the side and walked out his apartment, locking the door behind him. He then proceeded to run down the stairs at a slow pace. He was never one for taking lifts. As he arrived at the bottom floor, he took another look at his watch.
7:52, damn, I'm getting slower.
He then proceeded out the main doors and to the parking lot. He walked to his car. It was a small black sports car. He loved it because it filled that need for speed he had got ever since he joined the Air-Force. He clicked a button on his keys and the sound came that signalled the car had unlocked.
He quickly jumped in and shut the door, belting up. He started the car and put the stereo on to hear Hitchin' a Ride by Green Day. He then started the car a reversed out of the spot. He quickly sped out of the parking lot and sped down a road, minding traffic as he went.
"Where the hell is Redfield, is he late again?" Joseph Frost spoke up from his desk in the S.T.A.R.S Office.
"Of course he's late Frost; he's always at least five minutes late. Don't matter though cause Wesker is always ten minutes late, everyone knows that." Richard Aiken said laughing.
"He'll be even later today; he's collecting that new recruit from his house." Joseph replied back.
"Why do we all have to be here anyway? I was supposed to have the next two days off, I booked them ages ago." Kenneth Sullivan said as both he and Barry Burton walked into the office with a coffee in hand.
"I know what you mean; I promised the wife I would take the kids out today." Barry replied, a slight hint of anger in his voice. Both of them sat at their desk.
The S.T.A.R.S Office was on the forth floor of a renovated building that once took form of a museum. It was a large rectangle room with some rooms breaking off at the top of the room. These two offices belonged to Wesker (right office) and Marini (left office). To the right of the room a medical room and some toilets.
It looked like any typical Police office. Although they had a light blue paint on the walls, you couldn't see it through the amount of paperwork stuck to the walls. Desks were lined up in three rows. In the top two rows closest to the offices, there were 4 desks. 2 were placed next to each other and then there was a gap in the middle followed by another two placed next to each other. In the last row, there were just two single desks, one either side the gap in the middle. The left desks that were in front of Marini's office belonged to Bravo team, while the right, in front of Wesker's office belonged to Alpha team.
Most of the desks were cluttered with paperwork, a computer and personal items that belonged to ach member except for two. One that was placed at the front of the room and one in the middle.
The top four belonged to, from left to right; Richard Aiken, Forest Speyer, Chris Redfield and the remaining desk was empty for the new recruit.
The middle four belonged to, from left to right: an empty desk (as they were still trying to recruit a new member to replace Joseph being placed in Alpha), Kenneth Sullivan, Barry Burton and Joseph Frost.
The back two desks belong to, from left to right: Edward Dewey and Brad Vickers.
"So when's the party starting?" Chris asked as he walked into the room.
He looked around to see all the members in the office. Most of them were sitting down while Forest, Richard and Edward were all around Joseph's desk. The group turned to look at him.
"Good job Wesker's not here yet." Brad spoke up from his back desk.
"Indeed it is, but Wesker is always later than me." Chris replied laughing and making his way over to Joseph's desk.
"That may be so Redfield, but one day, Wesker will be here before you and you'll feel the wrath of him" Marini said, walking in and going towards his office.
He was right, Wesker was best known in that building for having a shirt temper and a hard discipline routine. You did anything to upset him and he would have you in the training room running and doing circuits while carrying weights. Chris was lucky enough to have done this twice, both times nearly fainting through exhaustion.
The room was quiet until Marini walked into his office. Then the noise soon started up again, with the group at Joseph's table being the loudest. They were laughing and joking about a trip they spent at the bar the other night where Brad had apparently got so drunk, he started dancing with a woman only to vomit al over her and collapse on the floor. They certainly had fun getting him home. He woke up the next morning with permanent marker on his face which he couldn't get off for at least a week.
"Right, that's enough you guys, knock it off." Barry shouted, his headache growing worse.
"What's up with Big Fox this morning? Momma Fox not giving him any love?" Richard said, teasing in his voice.
"Go get a life Aiken." Barry replied, rubbing his head.
The whole group except Chris preceded in a large and girly sound 'ooooooo' at Barry's comment which he just ignored and sipped his coffee.
"He's right, knock it off and sit down" A voice came in the room.
Everyone quickly sat down in their desks as soon as they realised the voce belonged to Wesker. He walked through the middle of the desk to the front of the office. He knocked Marini's door and Marini exited. He took a place next to Wesker.
"Right, down to business. As you all know, we have a new recruit today. Treat her in a pleasant way." A few wolf whistles and howls came from Joseph and Richard. "If there is any trouble, you'll be doing circuits for two days straight. Am I clear?" This soon stopped the jokers. "Let me introduce you to Jill Valentine."