The Beginning

Kevin Ryman was getting used to the tropical climate of Miami. He was finally settling in to his new job in the Miami police department, and he finally paid off his overdue credit card bills. And with the money he had left from his settlement after the Raccoon incident, he put a down payment on a new home just a few blocks from the shore, which could be seen from the master bedroom on the second floor. It was modest, but it was nice for someone on a police officer's salary. He had sworn to be more responsible after Raccoon City, which he was, at least from a financial standpoint anyway. However, he still had a knack for being late, and he still had his carefree, not-a-worry-in-the-world personality that had kept him from making STARS. Likewise, it prevented him from making detective two months into his employment. In spite of that, he was still the best shot on the force, and he still carried his personal .45 auto around on the job. Yeah, life was unusually good for Kevin. But unfortunately, some things are just not meant to last.

Brrring! Brrring!

"Hello?" Kevin rolled over on his bed and answered the phone on his endtable. Who the hell is calling me at eight in the morning on my day off? He thought to himself, as he picked up the reciever.

"Officer Ryman?" asked the unkonwn female voice on the other end of the line.

"Speaking. Who is this?" he asked, sounding more irritable than he'd meant to.

"FBI agent Jennifer Billings. Mr. Ryman, I need some information from you concerning an old acquaintance of yours by the name of David King."

"Dave? What about him?" Kevin responded.

"Sir, he has apparently disappeared. His family is worried about him, and we had been informed that you and he had both survived the Raccoon incident together six months ago. Is that correct?"

"David never mentioned anything about a family. I mean we weren't very close."

"But you did help each other survive the incident, correct?"

"Well, yeah, but so did several others. He was closest with Alyssa Ashcroft, maybe she can help you better than I can."

"We tried sir. But the fact is, she has disappeared as well."

"You're kidding right?"

"No sir, in fact, Miss Ashcroft apparently vanished the night before Mr. King. Also missing are Mr. Mark Wilkins, and Mr. Jim Chapman."

"What the hell is going on?"

"We have our suspicions sir, but I can't tell you over the line. Meet me on the docks, southwest of your home in say two hours."

Kevin was suspicious. Every instinct told him not to trust this woman. But he had to know what was going on.

"Alright. I'll be there."

Two hours later...

Kevin arrived on the docks, and hopped off his motorcycle. He looked around, hoping to see this mysterious FBI agent, but he saw no one. He wasn't sure what to make of it, but before he could turn around to go home, a mysterious figure approached him.

"Officer Ryman?" asked a female voice. It was her.

"Agent Billings, I presume? I was starting to think I was being set up. So tell me, what's going on?"

"Mr. Ryman, we have reason to believe that rogue agents from Umbrella are tracking down civilian survivors of the Raccoon City incident. There are only seven survivors on record that fit that description: the four missing people, and Dr. George Hamilton, Yoko Suzuki, and ..."

"Cindy..." Kevin interrupted.

"Yes, sir, Cindy Lennox."

"But why would they want them?"

"Well you see, Mr. Ryman, they don't want just them. They want you as well. That's why we came to warn you. While you are an officer of the law, and as such are not considered a civilian, we think they want all the survivors that had been infected with the T-Virus, yet survived, and somehow resisted the effects for the better part of at least twelve hours."

"I thought we were done. I thought it was over. How could this happen? Umbrella went under shortly after Yoko testified in the trial."

"We know this. But we think the remainder of Umbrella's agents are looking for revenge on all those that helped bring them down. We need to contact the remaining three targets, but we need your help in doing so."

"Okay. But I need to go back and get their numbers from my house."

Suddenly, a shot rang out from the rooftop of a warehouse nearby. Kevin pulled his forty-five from it's holster, which was covered by his brown leather jacket. That's when he noticed the blood pouring from Agent Billings chest, as she fell next to him.

"SHIT!" he muttered under his breath, and as he looked for the location of the shooter, he felt a twinge of pain on the back of his neck. He instinctively reached behind him, and pulled the tranquelizer dart from his neck, just before he passed out.

A/N

Well, there's the official first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. I realize it's short, but I hope to make the future chapters longer. As always, please review.