AN: Anyone else care to suggest subplots? I got a few lined up, but I need something to keep you guys interested, otherwise each chapter is going to get pretty boring and repetitive with nothing going on in the sidelines.

If anyone is interested in what's going on in my personal life, I got my IB English exam out of the way! Now I can sit back, write, and relax while everyone else has their panic attacks! I am so glad I decided to get it over with early! ^_^ I think I did well, but I won't find out until much later.

Anyway, enjoy the story!

Previously . . . . .

"What's going on here Leon?" Chris asked, "We want some answers."

Leon looked over at Chris and shrugged. "I'm just here as a judge. You were all invited here to train until Capcom renews your contracts. From the looks of it, everyone accepted, so here we are," Leon replied, "Except, I'm not the only judge."

Rebecca's eyes widened at the news. "Wait, what?" she asked.

"There's always more than one judge for these," a second voice replied before its owner stepped out behind Leon. "It wouldn't be fair if there was only one,"

"Ada?" Claire reacted with a quizzical look, "You're here too?"

"I'm here," the red-clad femme fatale replied as she took her place next to the government agent, "Along with some others."

Wesker raised a blonde eyebrow in curiosity. "Others?" he repeated.

"Of course," Excella's accented voice replied as she emerged from the same doorway Leon had come through, "You can't have two judges for an event like this." She stopped beside the agent. The executive looked around the room as her expression changed from content to slightly annoyed. "Where is Irving? He was supposed to be here," she stated, glaring at everybody but Wesker like they were at fault.

A second later, Irving's gangly figure appeared in the doorway on the opposite side of the room, carrying a sandwich. "I'm over here, Excella," the B.O.W dealer replied, catching the attention of the contestants as he walked out of what was presumably the compound's kitchen, "Just had to get some lunch. I was starving in that booth."

"Let me guess," Krauser said, shooting a dirty look at Irving, "He's one of the judges too?"

Leon nodded. "Exactly," the agent replied, "We're going to be grading your performances."

"It was just going to be these three," Ada explained, "The writer brought me in because it would be fairer if there was an equal amount of men and women, from Resident Evil 4 and 5, a set of 'bad guys', and a set of 'good guys'. "

Rebecca spoke up after a long period of silence. "What are the rules?" the medic asked.

"Good question," Leon replied, "You've already signed the truce. The stage and participants are selected at random by the judges every round. At the end of each round, we grade your performances."

"If your score is the worst," Excella added, sizing up the challengers one by one, "You will be assigned a penalty in the form of janitorial maintenance. We can't have this compound turn into a pigsty while we are here."

"What about the person who scores the highest?" Claire asked, hands on her hips as she glared back at the Gionne; the younger Redfield sibling did not like this woman at all. "Do they get a reward?"

"There ain't a reward, girlie," Irving started, which irritated Claire's nerves even more, "But there's no rule against betting pools in this tournament!" The mercenaries exchanged curious looks between each other in confusion. "Okay!" Irving declared, taking a bite out of his sandwich, "Time for da nickel tour!" The sleazy man turned around and gestured to the tiled room in front of him. "Dis is the kitchen. Yer all gonna be sharing this and a set of bathrooms! If ya want anything from outside, write it on da list! We'll send someone to get it!" Irving turned back to the mercenaries. "Youse already picked out yer dormitories; that's where you'll be sleepin'." Irving leaned to the side to make eye contact with the other judges. "Am I forgetting anything?" he asked.

"All your weapons have been transferred to the armory, which lies beyond this door," Leon added, "You may only enter if you have been selected to fight in one of the rounds. Inside the armory lies the elevator that will transport you to the chosen location of your round."

"Now for legal purposes," Excella added, "we have a recovery wing beyond the kitchen, just in case anyone hurts themselves during a mission." The Tricell executive turned to her fellow judges, "I believe that is everything."

Ada gave the Italian woman a begrudging nod before turning back to the contestants. "You are now welcome to wander around the compound. I recommend using this time to get acclimated to your new surroundings; you will be here for a while," the spy stated, "However, the armory will remain locked until further notice. Don't even try to pick the locks, Valentine. Good night."

The judges retreated into the armory, discouraging the recruits from entering with the telltale click of a door's lock slipping into place. Not feeling up to arguing with each other, the mercenaries separated on to their own paths. Some of them decided to retire early to their dormitories, while others made the choice to explore the complex a little. Let's see what Chris is thinking!

(Interview Session: Chris Redfield)

Chris had decided to retire early, since Wesker had chosen to wander around the complex for a little while. "Something about this place does not sit right, but if Capcom approves of this," Chris stated to the video camera, "I won't pass up training. However, I am concerned with the close proximity of Wesker and his men. Thankfully, the majority of participants are not on his side. These 'games' are going to be very interesting in the near future."

AN: Yeah, I know. Another short chapter. But they will get longer! And the fourth wall is going to be broken quite a bit. Anyway, you all know the drill, Review/Favorite/Alert! Preferably all three!