A/N: Last chapter! Woot! Took me long enough... anyways. Thanks to you people who have kept reading this far, I hope that is because you liked it. Also review! Haha! Some thanks should probably go to Boss-Awesome for the somewhat consistent reviews, Special Agent FUNK for giving me something to read when I just needed a laugh, and Lord Leachim for continuing the massive Legends series. Seriously, check it out some time. And I know I forgot a lot of you, but I thank you too. Enjoy!


Jill's mind swam with facts as her eyes passed over letters that were all starting to look like gibberish. Three straight days, all research papers and reports. She desperately needed strong coffee.

Joseph burst into the office, making Brad jump and causing the other three members to look up.

"New recruit, comes in tomorrow," he huffed. Jill guessed he must have run all the way here from some distant part of the building.

"And this made you try to kill yourself to get here why?"

Captain Wesker walked in calmly behind him. "Frost, you're a lunatic. We have a new recruit, Rebecca Chambers. She will be joining Bravo Team as their medic starting tomorrow."

Ah, a girl. That explained Joseph's sprint. He had been the first to start hitting on Jill, starting the day she joined, and the new recruit would undoubtedly receive the same greeting. Wesker headed for his desk, then paused and turned to Joseph. "And Frost, don't even think about it. She's eighteen."

Jill cocked an eyebrow. Two birds with one stone; now Jill was neither the youngest S.T.A.R.S. member to join, nor the only girl. Deciding that was a good thing, she attempted to continue with her research.


Chris was about to grab the door knob and enter the office when the door opened seemingly by its own will, startling him as he came face-to-face (more like forehead to chin) with a young woman. A very young woman, with rather short, reddish-blonde hair. "Uh… sorry." Chris backed away to let her out.

"It's okay," she replied shyly.

"I'm Chris Redfield." He held out his hand. She grasped it with surprising strength.

"Rebecca Chambers. I'm new here." Definitely looked younger than eighteen.

"Nice to meet you. You're a bit early."

Her eyes widened in terror. "Oh, I didn't mean to-"

Chris chuckled light heartedly. "Nothing to worry about, it just might be a bit before some of the rest of the team gets here."

She calmed down. Wow, she was nervous.

Jill arrived seconds later, and Chris introduced the two of them. Chris' partner seemed to be a little uncertain about the recruit, but warmed up to the girl pretty fast. Soon Bravo arrived, and Rebecca was off to help them examine the latest crime scene.

"So what do you think of her?" Jill asked.

"A little jumpy, but I think she'll do fine once she gets into the swing of things. How 'bout you?"

"Same. Glad to finally begin breaking up the testosterone-fest here." She gave him a playful smirk. "I think she'll be able to handle herself well enough."


Later that week there was another attack, but the young boy got away with only a couple scratches from when he fell off his bike. His attacker had been tall, over six foot, and appeared to be drunk from the way he had been staggering and falling while trying to follow the kid. Also, the worn out clothing the assailant had reportedly been wearing indicated that he was possibly a transient or something of that sort. It had been the first attack in a while.

The S.T.A.R.S. office was still without air conditioning, and the lack of windows didn't help. Irons had finally set a date, the twenty-eighth, for when the S.T.A.R.S. would be able to join the ground operation. The team, Jill and Chris especially, believed that they should have been put there from the beginning.

The day had finally come, and the Bravos were loading up one of the RPD's Bell UH-1 helicopters for a reconnaissance mission into the Arklay Forest. Chris bent over and grabbed his can of 7up from the vending machine as Kenneth rushed past with a duffel bag containing supplies. "Hey Chris."

"Hey Ken. Whatcha got there?"

"Couple shotguns, a hunting rifle, and some ammo. Ain't no one gonna mess with us," he concluded with a grin, his teeth gleaming white against his dark skin.

"I certainly hope not, for their sake."

The two men laughed, and went on their way. Chris double checked his watch, seeing he had a couple minutes before the Alpha's meeting. Wesker wanted them to be ready in case something went wrong. The Bravos could handle themselves, but no one was completely sure what they would find, not to mention the fact that the rookie had no combat experience whatsoever. She was nice enough, polite, but was only nineteen and had yet to have gone on an actual mission.

The floorboards under the lavish red carpet squeaked as Chris walked along. Really, there was a lot about the police station that was simply unnecessary. It seemed more like an old mansion or aging library than what it was, with elaborate woodwork, peeling wallpaper, the stained glass ceiling in the lobby, and numerous of Iron's art purchases scattered around. Chris had even heard rumors that it contained secret passageways and such inspired by old spy movies from the fifties, though he had seen little to no evidence to indicate it.

Taking a few more corners, he arrived at the office. Jill showed up not long after, and the team performed the usual procedure of covering any new ideas, Wesker looking at Chris and stressing the word "new."

But before they could finish, Brad, who sat at the radio, began talking quickly. "Wait, what? You're breaking up!"

Wesker stood up. "Put it on 'com."

There was a burst of static before Kevin Dooley's voice made it through. "Mayday… we have… function. Everyone… requesting backup… twenty-two C…"

The rest was lost to static. Despite the heat, the realization of what 22C was made chills run down Chris' spine. The coordinates of the grid including the Spencer Estate. Jill looked at him worriedly; she knew it too.

Wesker began barking orders. "I want everyone to get everything to the chopper, and I want it done yesterday. Move!"

The shit had just hit the fan.


A/N: So, this is the end of Prelude to Horror, now for the sequel, taking place after the mansion incident. Please read it, hopefully I'll be able to update more often! Again, thanks!

-half-brain