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Rebecca, Cindy, and Kristen emerged from the darkness of a manhole into the middle of a random road. Rebecca had lost her sense of direction as they made their way through the labyrinth that was the city's sewer, but she was relieved to see the street again. She looked around, trying to adapt to the darkness of the night. Her orbs shot down to her wrist, noting that it was almost two.

"We need to keep moving. It's dangerous to stay in one place too long," Rebecca commented, trying to think of her next location.

"Carlos did say something about the clock tower," Cindy reminded her, suggesting they go there next.

"I have a bad feeling about that, though. That team works for Umbrella, and anything Umbrella planned can't be safe," Rebecca told them her suspicions.

"Umbrella? What do they have anything to do with this?" Kristen said softly, her curiosity recovering.

"They're the reason behind this mess. I was at that mansion incident. You have to believe me," Rebecca desperately tried to convince them.

"Now I know S.T.A.R.S had a little conflict with them, but you shouldn't rush to blame them. Umbrella's the only reason this city is here," Cindy told her in disbelief.

"But look at it now!" Rebecca began, motioning towards the mess around them, "They're only out to test their weaponry!"

"Look, Rebecca, I think we should trust Carlos. He kept me safe, and I know he'll do the same at the clock tower," Cindy tried to reason.

"Carlos could be dead! I've protected you more than he has," Rebecca tried to make them realize.

"Yeah, but we think you and your teammates are all crazy," Kristen said, now tired of the arguing. She folded her arms.

"What?" Rebecca said weakly, "Fine, then, go to Carlos. Be careful," Rebecca finally gave in, turning away and walking for the shopping district alleyway in the distance. They had ended up right outside of the gates to City Hall. Down the road was the newspaper headquarters, now being the main source of light as it was mostly up in flames. Rebecca crossed the road, entering the shopping alley and wiping away a tear. No one would ever believe her about the events at the mansion. All of those people had died…for nothing. It was Umbrella's ruthless, but successful mess.

Just when she began to think about Billy, she reached the fork in the path. Then, she heard the door at the entrance behind her open. Rebecca jolted around in curiosity, only to be struck by pure horror. Just down the path was some sort of humanoid, towering over Rebecca's rather small figure by at least three feet. Only its head, right shoulder, and fingers were exposed, the rest of its body wrapped in a suit of black leather. Strange, disgusting, purple tentacles ran around his neck and down into his suit, clearly from an unknown origin. Its eye was nothing more than a slit of white, completely contrasting its badly treated scar tissue. The other eye seemed to be sealed with stitches. The creature was grasping a horrifying missile launcher in its hand. One hand…

"STARSSS," It muttered, as if craving Rebecca's death.

"No!" Rebecca shouted in horror, lifting her handgun and immediately firing off a few rounds at the creature. Although she was positive the bullets made contact, the creature was absolutely unaffected. It raised its missile launcher, and Rebecca's eyes widened. Just as she heard the blast from the powerful weapon, she dived off into the split in the path. She struck the ground as the missile passed the fork in the road and continued down the other path. Rebecca knew it would be another hopeless battle, so she quickly picked herself up. She took off down the hallway, needing more than anything to escape such a horrible death. The explosion she had just avoided was catastrophic. For a portable weapon, it had a powerful strike. She knew the creature would follow her, and as she reached the door, she heard the blast once more. Rebecca swore she could feel the missile getting closer as she ran through the door and threw herself to the street.

The glass from the measly door shattered into pieces, soaring and spreading over the road. Rebecca reacted, getting up once more and taking off.

As she raced down a labyrinth of roads and alleys, she could feel the tyrant behind her. It reminded Rebecca of the one from the mansion, and that only terrified her even more. The monster stomped violently as it chased her. It was gaining! She found herself exactly where she wanted to be. The towering police station ahead had never brought Rebecca so much comfort and relief. Her legs were already burning from the non-stop chase, but she had to keep going. She burst through the iron gates, not stopping to try and block it. Rebecca caught image of a body on the ground, but that didn't stop her from entering. She locked the doors behind her, backing away slowly as the creature pounded on them furiously. Who was that person?

Suddenly, Rebecca gasped. The man who had saved them all from the impending explosion at the mansion…the pilot. "Brad…" she said beneath her breath, shaking her head in depression. It was just too terrible. Now, she had to search for Leon…