Author's notes 1: This story is based in the S.D Perry Resident Evil Universe, but also in the game's universe. Also I don't have any right's nor claims to Resident evil, Rebecca, Forrest, Wesker or any other copyrighted character, that hell belongs to Capcom and their buddies.
Resident Evil
"Bravo"
By: NeoMoon
Chapter One:
Rebecca had just come in the door, balancing the bags of groceries between her arms when the phone began to ring. "Shit." She spat out and quickly laid the bags on the floor then ran to the phone grabbing it then falling onto her couch. "This is Rebecca."
"Ms. Chambers." Came a cold voice over the phone. "This is Wesker report into the office." There was a slight pause then he continued. "Now." Then he hung up.
Rebecca sighed and dropped the receiver back down, then looked over at her overly messy coffee table. A chill ran down her back as she picked up the picture of two young girls, lying in a stream. She had over heard one of Alpha team's members, Jill talking when they had first been brought into the case. She didn't want to know what Jill thought now, but she did know that who ever did this had to be stopped.
Some rumors had been spreading about weird occult like rituals taking place up on the mountain a little way off the trails, but like many rumors it wasn't proven.
Rebecca jumped up from the couch and quickly gathered the paperwork on the case into a yellow folder, and after grabbing her jacket headed out the door, completely forgetting about the bags of groceries on the floor.
It was dusk; the city lights were already flickering on. Rebecca looked around the empty streets and sighed. She lived in the cities downtown area, only about half a mile from the police station, but still that wasn't why she chose this area. This was were Raccoon City's nightlife was. There where clubs all up and down this street, that the colleges students always came to during the weekend. But since the curfew was put into effect. She sighed again and slumped her head, the last attack had been in the park, about five miles from were she lived, but just that one event had made Police Chief Irons and the Major put a curfew into effect. Rebecca looked up, seeing the sun slowly setting over the station which now took up most of her view. It was an ominous building really, and maybe, she would wonder, that is why they chose it.
She stepped into the building just as the moon rose into the night. The officer at the front desk greeted her. Rebecca smiled at her and gave away before heading through the old doors and up a flight of stairs. Their office was one of the only one's on this floor, or at least the only one being used, many of the others had been converted into storage space long before she moved here.
Her footfalls were soft against the tiled floors. As she turned to go down the small lone corridor that lead to the STARS office, she caught two people talking quietly by the vending machines that rested at the far end of the corridor. She hung back a second, trying to make out who was talking. One of them was defiantly Wesker, she could tell that by his sun glasses, but the other . . . His back was turned, and she wasn't the type to make guesses, so with a dismissive shrug she started back down the side corridor that led to the STARS office.
Forrest was the only one in the office; he was sitting at one of the Alpha team member's desk, his feet resting on the desktop, as he leaned back, arms crossed behind his head. She let out a small giggle, which more or less gave away her young age.
"What?" He asked, a faint smile on his face as he kicked his feet back so he could sit right in the chair. "I was just relaxing a little." He gave a goofy smile a jumped up out of the chair. "So, what do you thinks up?"
Rebecca shook her head, then looked down at the folder. "This I suppose." She looked back up at him to see an uncharacteristic seriousness masking his normally playful features. "What's wrong? Forrest?"
Forrest shook his head and sighed, he turned and looked back at the map, a giant red circle enclosing the area of the attacks. "I've lived here my entire live." He walked closer to the map, running his fingers around the circle. "And never not even when I was gone did anything like this happen." He turned to face her, his eyes pale. "I mean the worst thing that ever happened in my live time was when some old man jump out in front of a semi."
Rebecca nodded. In a way she could understand him, she could imagine it. To have something happen in the place of your birth, yet that was all she could do imagine. "We'll find who's ever doing this Forrest. I know we will."
The door opened and Rebecca turned to see Wesker, Enrico, and Rich enter the small office. Wesker was wearing a large toothy smile as he crossed the room, and stopped in front of the map next to Forrest.
"Good." He said in his cool chilling voice. "You've all made it, I can now begin the debrief."
He had shown them everything. The mountain area taking by Arial and satellite pictures. Not to mention all the first hand accounts of hikers to pass through there with in the last year. Most telling of a strange pack of large dogs, but that was only in the rest months. Rebecca looked down at her folder as Wesker told them this, and flipped through until she found the first victims police report.
She was found by a small river that was fed into the city by the mountain. As Rebecca read more into this she found herself wondering just what kind of animal would leave the woman in such a state. Not even being in the river would have caused the amount of rot that had consumed the young body. Rebecca sighed and looked back up, noticing that someone had dimmed the lights, and a small projector screen had appeared. Slides. Great!
Wesker slowly went over major landmarks in the mountain area. From the old traveler's rest, to the large rock formation that looked stunningly like an Indian. Rebecca sat and watched, trying to hold back a yawn all through Wesker's debrief until the frame stopped on it. She sat forward; her eyes fixed on the beautiful place that was pictured before her.
"This is the Spencer Estate." Wesker said, pointing at the beautiful mansion. "It was built in the 1950's by the found and CEO of Umbrella Inc." Wesker paused, then gave each of them a look in turn. "As you may very well know Umbrella is the life blood of this city, and there-fore, they have asked us to leave the estate out of the search."
Rebecca jumped up. "All do respect sir, but what the HELL do you mean?"
Wesker lowered his face as to see her through the top of the glasses, and for the first time, she could see the deadly pale blue that rested behind them.
"What I mean Ms. Chambers, is that Umbrella shall be sending in their own people to search the mansion. Understood?"
"Sir, no. We are better trained then a private group could ever be, and . . ."
"And Ms. Chambers you forget that we too are a private group that is heavily found by above said organization. Now sit down!"
Rebecca started at him a moment, determined not to give in, but then she saw those eyes, and found that she was already sitting.
Wesker sighed, annoyed then went back to the slid of the mansion that then switched over to a typical overlay map of the area. "Here is were you will be conducting the reconcocence. If anything happens return to HQ at once. I don't want anything to go wrong."
All there nodded, and Wesker walked away, back toward the office door, and soon disappeared.
Rebecca stood, and walked over to the screen, which still held the image of the last side. There area of search. Forrest came up behind her, his eyebrows oddly narrowed.
"It isn't right." He said at last, and pointed to were the mansion would have been. "These creeps could be hiding in that old place, not everywhere around there, but there."
Rebecca turned her head, and stared at the large man for a second before nodding her agreement. "I know, but who are we in the face of those who make or pain killers." She smiled. "I mean I owe them."
Forrest looked down at her, a perplexed look in his eyes. "Huh? What do you mean?"
Rebecca's smile grew a little. "Well, how else would I put up with you."
Forrest gave a short laugh then hit her softy in the arm. " 'Becca, you need mental help."
She followed behind him, both going into the STARS weapon room. "What, gonna hook me up with your Shrink?"
He gave her a quick gaze that told her that it might be time to stop. *Stupid, 'Becca!* She yelled at herself. Why had she forgotten? Stupid, stupid!
After the Gulf, Forrest had been one of the soldiers to be infected by what was now known as Gulf War Syndrome. Rebecca had forgotten that he was in fact seeing a therapist.
She looked over at him for another second, before turning her attention to what she needed. It was all laid out for them, in simple stacks. Frag vest, berreta, and two magazines of fifteen rounds each. She looked over at Forrest who gazed down at his own .9mm, before shoving it in his holster, and grabbing a shotgun, as well as a round belt for that.
"You okay?" She asked as they left the arms room, and quickly wrote down the items they had "sprung".
"Yeah." His voice was soft and withdrawn. Rebecca really hoped she hadn't hurt him. "Come on, rich will be down checking the 'copter by now." He gave a quick glance around. "Enrico, when you're down lock up. The police here are under funded as it is."
Enrico turned the .45 Colt he had recently bought off of another STARS member, Barry, held out before him. "Will Do, Chief."
Forrest sighed and headed for the door Rebecca close behind him, struggling to put the frag vest on.
The 'copter's blades were slowly starting to rotate, Rich was seated in the cockpit, stripped in and read to go. Forrest smiled and slightly shook his head. "I guess he's ready!" He said, yelling back to Rebecca who didn't answer him.
There was a weird silence that fell over them as the Helicopter slow lifted off the pad on the roof of the police station. Rebecca looked over the side as the city slowly did what Forrest would have called "Zoom out". Soon though the lights of the small city were gone, slowly being replaced by the thinning strands of the suburbs, and finally disappearing into nothing. They were now over the darkened sea of the Raccoon Forest, which made it's home in the ancient Appellations. Rebecca shivered, and pulled on the sweater she had brought with. It was unseasonable cold, and as she looked around the 'copter she knew she wasn't the only one feeling it.
She slid over toward Forrest, and smiled, pulling out a small necklace, with a silver cross out of her pants pocket. "This is for you!" She screamed over the sound of the 'copters propellers. "To say I'm sorry!"
He smiled, and put out his hand, curling it up as she dropped the small gift into his hand. "Thank you!" He yelled as he unclipped the brace and slung it around his neck, carefully tucking it under his shirt when it was done.
Rebecca smiled at him and was about to say something when Rich yelled from the front. Quickly Forrest jumped up and hurried forward. He pounded his fist against the metal wall, and almost pushing Rich out of the way took a look at the instruments. "Do your best!" She heard him yell, then he came back, a somber look on his face. "Brace yourselves!" He yelled, and walked over to his seat and clamped in. "We're in for a bumpy landing."
"What happened?" Rebecca asked after she buckled herself in next to him.
Forrest shook his head. "We're leaking fuel, Rich is gonna try and set us down before it becomes worse but . . ."
CREAK, THUMP!
Forrest and Rebecca looked up toward the ceiling, just as the craft nosed dived forward, spinning out of control. Rebecca forced herself to bend forward, to fight the gravity that wanted to push her against the cold metal wall.
They were dead. That was all that came to mind, as they neared the ground ever faster. Rebecca's body flew backwards, hitting the steel frame hard, and leaving her dazed, so in reality when it happened she thought she was dreaming.
As the helicopter neared the ground, Rich nearly breaking the controls forced the craft into an arc, which set it down without to much damage, hell with only minor damage. He smiled to himself as they all shakily jumped out of the wreaked craft, and looked about them.
"Were are we?" Rebecca said. Making her way back to the 'copter to grab her Med. case and berreta.
HOWL!
She stopped dead in her tracks, barely noticing Forrest run by her and quickly grabbing his own weapon.
"Stay close!" He yelled. And that was when the shit hit the fan.
End Chapter One.