Warning: Contains Extreme Spoilers to the new additions to Resident Evil Remake. So if you haven't played the game yet. You probably shouldn't read yet. But either way it's your loss. Enjoy.
Author's Note: Some of the RPD's settings maybe different but it's all for the sake of the story. And I may prolong the survival of the other Bravos, once again 4 the sake of the fic.
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Resident Evil Rebirth
Chapter 3: The Alpha Team
-Raccoon Police Department
-8:13 PM July 24, 1998
Chris Redfield casually walked into the Police Department dressed in jeans and a brown leather jacket, his hair was spiked up and his was obviously out of uniform, but being he was part of the Special Tactics And Rescue Service it didn't matter. His footsteps echoed threw the main hall which he had gotten used to since the RPD had been transferred to an old art museum. He placed his helmet on the desk which depicted a red and black dragon on it surrounded in fire on the back of the helmet his insignia of "Made in Heaven..." his sister would often say there should be a second part of it that said "Raised in Hell." but he could live without that. After checking in he headed down the halls to the STARS office which was on the second floor.
Jill Valentine had been waiting for him in the receptionist room. She was, like Chris dressed casual. She wore a basic pair of jeans, boots, a black T-shirt and a denim jacket. Jill wore her brown hair cut short at the shoulders and had the most beautiful eyes of anybody else in the RPD. They had been getting closer for the past year since both of them were transfered from Charlotte to Raccoon City. They were close enough to be very good friends and often considered a relationship but both of them believed that it wasn't a wise idea to be in a relationship with a co-worker and teammate. They join each other and both headed to the office.
After being held up constantly by one of the RPD's less popular officers Jill and Chris both entered the Alpha Team's office to find that everybody else was seated. Captain Albert Wesker looked over at them from his desk in the front of the room his perpetual shades not showing his cold blue eyes "Glad you two could make it. Let me guess that ass Stalings slowed you down again." Chris nodded "As always." he said. Wesker really didn't care much for Chris but they did respect one another as teammates.
Wesker shrugged at this "Dumbass always wants to ask personal questions. He'll get hurt someday for it." Jill chuckled at Wesker's remark "And you wouldn't know anything about his fresh black eye would you?" Wesker did nothing more than smile slightly as he sat down. Jill just shook her head "Inhuman. Pure and simple." she muttered as she took her seat at her desk. Wesker looked at her shifting his shades, he was probably the most intimidating person in the whole Department.
Chris groaned as he saw that idiot Chief Brain Irons in the room, he decided to go and try to ignore him. Even though Chris and Wesker didn't care for one another, Chris just wished that the unlikely Chief of police would just get hit by a truck. He simply sat at his desk removing an orange soda from one of the drawers, he had forgotten it for lunch the day before. But as always Irons started up trying to get on Chris's nerves "Well if it isn't our resident ex-fly boy." he said mockingly.
Chris didn't bother to look at him "I really don't wanna deal with you today Irons. Buzz off." Irons turned to Wesker "Yeah well he's come a long way from being a pilot, a long way. Down!" he laughed a stupid laugh but Wesker wasn't amused. He hated he had to be second to this guy, he always lost his temper when things didn't go his way or when somebody didn't find his drunken jokes funny. It made him an idiot, unfortunately he was an idiot with some power, and he was looking to be mayor for God sakes.
Jill could see the frustration in Iron's face as nobody found his pathetic joke funny, she then saw Chris get up raising his fist smiling "Hey fatboy. You wanna know what it's like, well maybe I can put ya up in the air." Irons was then pointing his finger into Chris's chest. "Redfield! If you were half the man I am..." Joseph suddenly interrupted "What the hell you talking about chief, we're all 'half' the man you are." everyone laughed. The miserable Chief stormed out of the room nearly bumping into Barry Burton who had just arrived.
Barry Burton was the most experianced person on the team thirty-eight years old and seventeen of them spent on law enforcement. He was also the best built of all of them, the man was strong as an ox. He seemed to excetuate a rough demenor with a rugged beard on his face and eyes that when slanted in anger basically said 'Your ass is grass.' or so Chris said often. Barry looked to his friends "Must be constipated again. Cubby bastard." he said.
Wesker scoffed slightly looking through his mental list of insults to Irons "What do you mean again, Barry? As fat as he is he must have a continuous case of it." Jill and everyone laughed, Wesker just did his infamous dark chuckle. If Wesker ever made a joke it was always about Irons, one thing they all agreed on was that the police chief was a joke himself. Chris sat back down removing his jacket and throwing it up on a hook where it would unknowing to him remain for several weeks, the words of "Made in Heaven" folding with the leather.
Barry made his way over to the weapons locker where they stored some weapons just in case, he had mostly made it a place to keep his impressive gun collection. Which was not limited to included: A .357 Colt Python, a .50 A.E. Desert Eagle, a S&W M629C, a .44 Silver Serpent Revolver Magnum and a heavily modified 1911A1. Barry had been fond of the Colt Python until his wife got him the Silver Serpent for their 15th anniversary. So the others just lay around gathering dust, but Barry made sure to keep them in good condition. Also in the locker was a shotgun and a small grenade launcher.
Brad Vickers called by the others as Chickenheart came in after Barry had closed the locker. Barry looked up "Any luck?" he asked "Sorry. I think Enrico took the map to the Spensor Mansion before they left." Jill looked up as she removed her jacket from her back "The Spensor Mansion? What's that?" she asked intrested.
Joseph spoke from the far corner of the room "This old place that was supposed to be Umbrella's summer vacation spot for the executives. Made by the famous architect George Trevor. Unfortunately he disappeared along with the rest of his family so they had no choice but to board it up." Chris looked up to Jill "Yeah, what a real drag. Millions of dollars right into the shitter." he said sarcastically.
Jill removed her denim jacket which depicted an angel surrounded in fire holding up a spear with the phrase "Let me live" above it. She folded it on her chair as she spoke "Yeah like a couple million would hurt Umbrella even twenty years ago." most of them knew was that they had built most of Raccoon and had just broken ground on their newest research lab, their newest goal: A cure for cancer.
Wesker stood up straightening the STARS team photo that hung behind him "Well as long as we're here lets get down to business. Joseph, I trust you have the papers on the current case." Frost sighed "Yes sir." he put a large folder of papers and newspapers on Wesker's desk. Among the victims had almost been his twelve year old cousin who lost a chunk of his jacket. Frost wanted revenge anyway "If only my promotion could have waited a week or so more." he grumbled.
Wesker suddenly put a hand on his shoulder "You'll get your chance. Believe me, you'll all get your chance." Chris really didn't doubt this. Seeing as how only Forest and Enrico were the only ones with any combat experience, Richard was a decent fighter but still lacked experiance of this level. Sulivan had the worst case, he may have been a great chemist and field scout but couldn't hit the broad side of the RPD without a gun scope. Then there was the newest member an eighteen year old girl named Rebecca, he had only met her once and that was when she was introduced. Aside from basic training her experience was very slim, not to mention she was just a kid! Kevin Dooley and Edward Dewey were both good pilots but to Kevin that was his only experience, Chris hadn't worked with Dooley much so he didn't know his experience.
Brad sat at the communications equipment that was right across the room from Wesker, in the center of the room to the north wall were the twelve desk of the STARS team, not counting Wesker's desk that sat at the front of the room in front of the large RPD STARS seal. There was also a copy machine and a fax machine on a table and a dart board over it which contained the pictures of several historical tyrants (Hitler, Hussain, Castro, Arafat, ect).
Jill hung her jacket up next to Chris's noticing the almost identical designs on them. Each of the STARS members had some sort of catch phrase, on their uniforms or otherwise. Chris took a sip of the soda that was on his desk as Joseph came up to him "Hey Chris, I know what your wishing. Your wishing you were on Bravo Team right now, eh?" Chris looked up "Not really. Then I'd get even more from that loser Irons for being on a lower level." Frost nodded when suddenly there was a loud ringing from Brad's direction.
Vickers worked with the equipment eventually getting the right channel "Homebase...Homebase do you read?" Enrico's voice crackled over the static as it the signal was extreamly weak. Enrico was losing the signal as he gave out a message which was sliced and diced by the barrage of static "Bravo Team...finished...this...tain Marini...send back up at once." the signal was then cut short completely and all went dead. It was obvious that the main radio had been destroyed in the chopper or Kevin would have called in earlier.
"Damn." Chris muttered as the radio shorted out. Wesker took charge "Alright people! I want everybody suited up and ready to go in five minutes. Chris, Jill after suit up I want you to gather the ammunition and communications equipment. Barry go down to the armory and gather the standard weaponry. Vickers! What the hell are you biting your nails for? Get your ass over to the helipad and warm up the chopper. Joseph you try to recontact Marini, if there is no response. Meet us at the helipad. Now let's move!" Wesker finished and everybody rushed out of the office and downstairs to the locker rooms.
The six members of Alpha team soon got there and rushed to their individual lockers which were identified by bronze name plates. Chris quickly opened the lock and removed his uniform from the locker, which was a green STARS combat vest, light gray combat pants and the combat boots from the air force. On the back of his vest just above the standard logo of: STARS Special Tactics And Rescue Service. Was his personal slogan of "Made in Heaven" which was custom sewn in black writing. It was a little tradition they had started and everybody in Alpha team had one, except the local chickenheart. He quickly changed his pants and threw them in the locker, he also changed his shirt for a white one with the STARS emblem on the left sleeve.
Jill peaked over at Chris while he was changing admiring just how fit he was, strength seemed to be a major factor in their unit, but as far as that goes she could most likely beat up half of the RPD before getting tired. She could see his locker which was like his desk, disorganized and untidy. There were all sorts of stuff in his locker: Old pictures of the Air Force and the STARS Team, crumpled daily cloths, sticky notes, a magnetic marker board, another pair of boots and other random stuff. Then again she hadn't been very organized herself. Her locker had just as much junk: A pile of trashy crime novels, the Alien series by S.D. Perry, a toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, a mirror, a few hair brushes. Looking threw her locker you'd think she wasn't a morning person which was completely true.
She decided to quit daydreaming and get suited up, she quickly striped down to her underwear and undershirt. Ignoring the stares from Joseph and Brad she pulled on a pair of blue pants that hugged her frame slightly. She covered her undershirt with a STARS operations T-shirt which had the STARS logo on the back and the emblem on the left sleeve. She also removed some shoulder and back protectors from the locker that would protect her shoulders and upperback. Written artistically in reddish-orange on the back of her armor was her personal logo of "Let Me Live!" that she had taken under Chris's suggestion. She topped her head off with her STARS graduation hat which also had the logo on it, as childish as it seemed she found it lucky.
Barry was suited up before anybody else and it was an intimidating sight. Barry Burton was already built like a tank and with a STARS uniform on and carrying a large .44 Silver Serpent Revolver Magnum, any criminal would wet their pants. His uniform was pretty much like Chris's, he wore a burgundy red STARS vest, dark gray cargo pants and combat boots with the RPD logo on them. Over the STARS logo he had the words "Make My Day!" in heavy black writing, inspired by Chris Redfield. He also had a mid-section holster strapped over his muscular abdomen that was used to hold his beloved revolver.
He also had a hip holster for the Beretta 9mm that was given to all members of STARS all over the United States. Beretta, Remington and Benelli had long been allys of STARS and would often give them weapons for a cheap price. All the Berettas, Beretta M92FS to be exact had the STARS emblem in a crystal like disk embedded in the handle. Same with his revolver.
Joseph Frost wore pretty much the same thing as Barry and Chris only different colors. A navy blue STARS combat vest with the words "Bring It On!" in deep blue. He also wore combat boots and dark blue cargo pants, he also had a shoulder strap that would allow easy shotgun acsess. He was glad to finally be on the Alpha Team but hopped the others were alright. Brad Vickers had nothing special about his uniform. The deep yellow vest and camaflouge pants weren't exactly modern day intimidating.
Captain Albert Wesker meanwhile wore a completely black special operations uniform that was suitable for a man of his authority. He had a headset attactched to his left ear and some of the most expensive combat boots out there. He also had a long survival knife much like Chris's and still wore those perpetual shades with the mirror lenses. Nobody seemed to care because the glare he could give with those cold blue eyes of his was just plain creepy. He also had a catch phrase that was different from Enrico's "Expect Anything." in light blue above the STARS logo he had the words "Expect Nothing." which was assurance that nothing would ever surprise Albert Wesker. (Thank you S.D. Perry)
As soon and Jill and Chris were dressed they rushed down to the armory located on the basement level near the K-9's kennel. Chris quickly used his STARS card on the door and pushed it open. He immediately opened the ammo storage box and began removing handgun magazines and shotgun shells. Shoveling them into a duffel bag at his feet. He also dropped boxes of 9mm Parabellum for which to load the magazines later on. Jill meanwhile removed a few radios from the lockers throwing them in another duffel bag, she also removed leg holsters, fingerless gloves, flashlights and a tool kit that was carried by Barry. Who entered the room just seconds later.
Barry walked into the room seeing the younger generation had gotten there before him. Keeping silent he made his way over to the lockers opening one of the three Alpha team's lockers. There were six of them three to Alpha and three to Bravo so they all held the same weaponry. Barry quickly started removeing the weaponry. Chris tossed him a spare bag and dropped two boxes of shotgun shells, each holding twenty-five shells in the bag. Barry carefully placed the six Beretta 9mm in the bag making sure not to drop them, he had a hell of a respect for guns. He followed up with Joseph's shotgun, Wesker's .45 Handgun as well as another shotgun. Suddenly he noticed something, the MAC11 was still in the locker. He picked it up wanting to take it but a feeling hit him very strong, something telling him to leave it behind. He did so. Only Wesker used the MAC11 and heavy firepower didn't seem needed for a rescue mission. Chris turned to Barry as he zipped up the heavy bag "Okay guys we have two minutes as of now lets go." he said aloud.
Barry picked up his bag and headed for the door as Chris stopped him "Hold it Barry." he said and handed Barry a small bag "I think you and Wesker would feel pretty stupid if you forgot the powerful stuff." Barry smiled and took the bag knowing it contained the ammo to his revolver. Barry left the room heaving the like it was nothing. Jill however had problems with the heavy equipment. On the way out she nearly tripped but was caught by Chris who grabbed her by the waist as she fell. They somehow ended up face to face "Ugh. Jill. We'd better move." Chris said mentally kicking himself for spoiling this. But duty calls. After getting better leverage on the bag Jill and Chris both left.
Meanwhile up on the helipad Wesker waited for the others to show up, the chopper was ready to go. Wesker chuckled as he could see Brad praying on a rabbits foot for good luck "Childish." Wesker muttered "The only luck I need is a weapon and good help." the thought that Brian Irons hadn't been told they were leaving made him laugh. If there was one thing Wesker loved, it was to see Irons pissed off, the man hated all of the STARS team and hated the fact he had no jurisdiction over them because they were an anti-terrorist and special opperations group that was only in cooperation with the police. Joseph suddenly came threw the door way a bandanna around his head "Captain. Sorry I couldn't get a reply from them. Looks like they've gone out of radio range." Wesker just motioned for him to get in the chopper, which he did. Joseph took his seat and started to relace his boots.
Wesker was beginning to get impatient as Redfield, Valentine and Burton all burst threw the doorway carrying the bags of ammo and equipment. Wesker helped Jill with her bag placing it up in the chopper. Chris and Barry both placed their bags in the chopper saluting Wesker. The Captain saluted them back and motioned for them to get in the chopper, they did so. "Brad get ready for take off." Wesker yelled as he was about to get in. The door was suddenly opened and Wesker looked back to see an exhausted Marvin Branagh. Wesker hopped down from the chopper "What is it?" he asked in an annoyed tone.
Officer Branagh handed Wesker a map of the forest area that had been printed off via satellite just recently. It gave the latest radio frequency. Wesker took the report from Branagh and motioned for him to step back. If there was any officer that deserved to be a member of the STARS team it was him, but he had no experience in such operations and they needed him on the streets anyway. Wesker jumped into the chopper as Branagh got back to his job.
Wesker closed and locked the hatch as soon as he was in the chopper. He shifted his shades as he took his seat behind Vickers who had his rabbit's foot wedged between his belt. Wesker had considered leaving him behind but then again the worst he could do is shit himself if it was a wreak. Wesker could live with that. Brad started it up and the chopper began to get off the ground and in the next minute was over the city heading northwest.
Everybody went into the bag Jill had brought up and collected their equipment. Each member got a flashlight, a pair of fingerless gloves, a side pack and a leg pack. Wesker however wore full hand gloves. Each member got a radio as well, unfortunately Richard was the only one with a radio back to the police department. But these would at least allow them to communicate back and forth among each other. Chris reluctantly took the radio making sure it worked and placed it on his belt, he had a very bad feeling about this. Jill handed Barry his tool kit which he took and placed on his belt. Joseph took the stuff and waited for Barry to distribute the weapons. All of them were ready for anything and full of adrenaline. But something kept telling Chris to be worried. He removed his wallet which contained a few pictures. One of him, Jill and a few others of the old North Carolina STARS based in Charlotte, one of the STARS team at a party even Wesker was in it, and one of him and his sister taken recently. Suddenly he saw a shadow come over him.
It was Wesker who seemed to be interested "Is she a relative of yours Redfield?" he asked as he looked at the picture of him and his sister. Chris didn't know why Wesker of all people would give a rat's ass about a picture but he spoke anyway. "Yeah my younger sister. Claire." he said. Jill looked over "Oh, the girl you had at the RPD two months ago was your sister." Wesker remembered the girl vaguely. He remembered how Claire seemed to try to start a conversation that was shuned upon several times as Wesker was very behind on paper work. Chris closed his wallet as Wesker returned to his seat. He didn't know why, but Wesker decided to remember the girl's face.