Jill isn't surprised to learn that practically over night Raccoon City has been turned upside down. Between arrests, allegations, and even suicides from higher ups afraid of being incriminated, the world is basically on fire. All of that is miniscule compared to the chaos inside of the RPD, the STARS unit is its own little spot of anarchy. The cat is officially out of the bag, images and video of the horror show available to every member of the team.

In the middle of it all, a lull in the madness of paperwork, they all stall as Forest grumbles.

"World War Three here we fucking come."

"Be a little optimistic." Edward attempts to tease.

"He's right, this shit… it's fucked up." Richard sighs throwing the file he'd been holding down on his desk.

"Hey, it's not all bad." Jill tries to smile, "Could be worse, the war could be on our front door step."

"How are you not a nervous wreck?" Kenneth asks, "I'd be straight pissing myself still if I were you."

She shakes her head, "Time and one fierce stubborn gene."

"Yeah, if we keep shitting our pants, Umbrella wins." Chris says.

"Joseph is dead!" Rebecca says frantically, "Like actually dead… like… God."

Richard walks to her desk and puts a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"We're still shocked too." He assures her.

"How are you okay after seeing that?" Rebecca asks, eyes directly on Jill.

"Because World War Three isn't happening. Not on my watch at least." She says, "I'm not about to fight another war."

"Then what do you call two nights ago?" Edward asks.

"A battle. Battles aren't wars." She says confidently.

"You know… Enrico told us we could leave, no questions asked." Forest says, "Because this is most definitely not in our contracts, he said he wouldn't blame us either."

"Are you quitting on us?" Chris asks harshly, Jill reaches over her desk to smack his shoulder.

"I don't know…" Forest shakes his head, "I don't know if this is something I can handle."

"Me either." Richard admits.

"It's your choice." Jill says, "But whatever you choose, we're behind you."

There's half a second of silence before Enrico comes out of Wesker's old office. "Hey, Jill. A minute?"

Jill wordlessly follows after him, bringing with her the folders of her two recruits. One Billy Coen and Leon Kennedy, the kid has no experience but top marks in his training. Hopefully STARS doesn't lose too many members, if the guys on the inside can't face this shit how are they supposed to recruit?

"What's up?" She asks.

"I found this… Did you know he had these?" Enrico presents her a file folder full of photos of herself.

"What the actual fuck?" She gasps, ripping the file from Enrico's hand.

"You didn't know then." He shakes his head, "Fuckin stalker ass, sex offending bastard."

"This was just here?" She asks incredulously.

"Yeah… Along with… others."

"What do you mean, others?" She asks.

"He uh… had some photos of Chambers too." He says it like the words are bile, burning and disgusting enough to prompt his shivering.

"Fuck. Wesker." She groans.

"I didn't tell her, but I figured you might have known… I don't know why."

She shakes her head, "Here are my picks for new recruits."

"I'll look them over." Enrico takes them, "And I'll dispose of these."

"Light them on fire, please." She says.

"Noted."

"I need a minute."

"Take your time." Enrico allows her to leave.

She walks out of the STARS office and the RPD altogether, taking a seat on one of the benches in front of the building she stares up at the stormy sky. God, the world really fucking exploded…

"Hey… You busy?" It's Marvin and she nearly says yes.

"I'm pretending I don't exist, but I guess I can make an exception." She scoots over to let him and Kevin sit beside her.

"So, you know Allen too?" He asks. She isn't surprised by the question, part of her thinks she should; but it's going to take a lot to surprise her now.

"Yeah… This whole mission was his brain child." She says, "How do you know him?"

"We were investigating all those kidnappings." Marvin says, voice soft and empty.

"Turns out Irons has a thing for blondes; a kidnapping, raping, killing fetish." Kevin says bitterly.

"And he was getting paid off by Umbrella to keep quiet about some underground shit they're doing. Guess the favor went both ways. Scum bags. All of them." Marvin shakes his head.

She puts her head in her hands, "What the fuck kind of world is this?"

Marvin laughs, "I don't know, and I don't know why I'm surprised you were in on this shit too."

Jill chuckles, "So, Irons wasn't turning people into zombies, right?"

"That would be William Birkin and his wife, who are currently in custody." Kevin says.

"Is this whole damn town in on this?" Jill asks.

Marvin shrugs, "This is what happens when big corporations build cities for themselves; a lot of dirt to burry all of those sins."

"It's still so unreal." Jill shakes her head.

"I know." Kevin sighs, Marvin slaps a hand on his shoulder and the two have a moment of mutual understanding.

"Did you guys have some kind of buddy-cop team building exercise when no one was looking?" Jill asks affectionately.

"You bet your pretty little ass, Valentine." Kevin snorts.

"Sounds more fun than what I'm doing." She says bitterly.

"Doing what's right isn't fun. If the right thing was fun it wouldn't be right, it'd be what you do." Marvin says.

"And we're back to our regularly scheduled programming of Marvin being a goody-two shoes." Kevin teases. Looking at him, Jill comes to a slow realization before speaking.

"Hey, just so you know, STARS is hiring, and you may or may not be a solid candidate, Ryman. I know you've been trying for a while." Jill says, startled by the softness in his gaze.

"That… means a lot to me… But I've already accepted another position."

"Oh?"

"He's my second in command." Marvin smiles softly.

"No shit." She chuckles, "You're going to kick ass as Chief of Police. Clean up this city and all that."

"Thanks." Marvin smiles.

"Does that mean our very own, Jill Valentine is a STARS Captain?" Kevin asks.

"It does." She nods.

"So, happy endings all around?" Marvin smirks.

"Not even close, Umbrella has more operations to take out and this city is kind of a shit hole." Jill chuckles.

"Hey, that's my shithole you're talking about." Marvin nudges her with his shoulder.

"My apologies." She chuckles, "I should probably head back in, lots of crap to do."

"Us too." Kevin says, holding out a hand for her to shake. "Good work Captain."

"You too, Chief." She takes his hand to pull him in for a hug. Marvin doesn't need such convincing before they part ways.