Disclaimer: As a formality, I don't own any of the Resident Evil characters (if I even mention them) all material is copyrighted to Capcom, etc, etc. The only characters I take credit for are my own which as of now is Owen Kennedy. Any other character mentioned will be noted on this disclaimer to whomever it belongs to. I'm a little rusty in the writing department, well burnt out is more like it, so I openly welcome any criticisms. There, enough of that, time to get on with yonder story.

THE SITUATION

"What's the situational report?" General David Hawthorne, Army Chief of Staff, directed to aid as he entered into the meeting room of the Joint Chiefs of Staff inside The Pentagon.

The frustrated aid who had been on various phone lines through the course of the day responded to his boss, "Things are taking a turn for the worse. There are riots ensuing throughout the city, almost a state of anarchy. The local police force has placed the city under marshal law but it doesn't seem to be quelling the rioters."

The general pondered on his options as he let the words of his right hand man sink in. David Hawthorne was a traditional career soldier like his father before him. He had seen the terror in the jungles of Vietnam and was no stranger to chaotic situations. The events that surrounded this particular incident, however, perplexed him. What could lead an entire city to fall into a state of anarchy? There were so many gaps left in the picture and it would not be easy explaining them to the president who just so happened to enter the briefing room at that time. General Hawthorne immediately rose to a position of attention and rendered a 3-5 salute to the commander-and-chief of the United States military. After being appropriately acknowledged by the president he returned to his seated position and waited to give his assessment of the situation.

"Well, what have we got?" chimed the president as he snatched up a folder containing the basic information of the incident.

"It's hard to say sir, but it looks like massive civil unrest," General Hawthorne thumbed through a few reports and laid them on the desk in front of his commander. "These are messages sent directly to the D.O.D. by the Raccoon City Police Department requesting help in subduing the rioters."

The president reviewed each report carefully, not fully understanding the seriousness of the situation. He glanced up at Hawthorne with a worried look cast upon his face.

"What would you suggest?"

"Well sir, I think it would be in our benefit to send some of our boys in?"

"Who do we have that's close?"

"The 10th Mountain Division could respond the quickest but I would also like to dispatch the 3rd Ranger Battalion from the 75th Regiment. That should be sufficient manpower to bring this bullshit to a close."

"Ok, you have my authorization. Notify the commanders of this decision immediately. I want this situation to end in no less than ten hours."

"Understood, sir. Thank you."

Having wrapped up their brief meeting, the president returned to his routine business and left Hawthorne to his job. He would now make the necessary calls to Fort Carson, Colorado, and Fort Benning, Georgia informing the base commanders of the situation and what was needed. Too bad he wasn't aware of the terror that would soon overwhelm the elite soldiers.

UMBRELLA TAKES ACTION

Far from Washington, D.C. in a towering corporate complex that overlooked the Paris skyline, executives from all four branches of the Umbrella Corporation converged within the global headquarters to assess just how critical the outbreak was.

"This is absolutely not containable!"

"It can be contained, dammit. With the proper amount of force..."

"Force? How the hell can you think we can handle this with force? We just need to wipe this city off the map."

"Oh yes, let's just destroy a section of Colorado, I'm sure we would draw no attention from that."

The chief executive for Umbrella's White Division, charged with the task of biological weapons creation sat back in his plush leather chair, a cigarette in his hand, and his image shrouded in darkness. He brought the cancer stick to his lips, the cherry lit up as he inhaled and blew the smoke out. This was the same bickering "Mr. White" had listened to all morning and it was growing old. They could argue all they wanted but in the end it would be he who made the decision on what action to take regarding the incident in America. Finally, he spoke his part.

"Gentlemen," he began as the other members immediately grew silent and turned their attention towards him, "I've received word the United States government still believes this to be a mere case of disorder. They have decided to handle this from a military approach and will be sending soldiers to the city. I have decided that we will be sending in a U.S.S. unit in order to extract high-level personnel and secure any incriminating information that may have fallen into the wrong hands. We will cooperate with the United States and convince them it is nothing more than a nuclear meltdown and that it needs to be contained. This will keep them out of our business until we have completed our objectives. If any of you have complaints... well you can just forget them because I've made my decision. Notify the commander of Delta and tell him to have his team ready to infill in one hour. This meeting is adjourned."

Having been dismissed, the board of directors took a break from their session to ease their minds of the problems that faced them in the future. The idea of having the most capable and elite U.S.S. unit should have quelled their doubts but it did little to put their minds at ease. The question was, would their fears be justified?