Tape One Side B: Events of September 25th/26th 1998
0930 Hours
The Special Agent depressed the record button on the cassette player. He then pulled the microphone up to his mouth. "The following interview is of 2nd Lieutenant Russell Davis, this interview today will pick up where we left off yesterday." He then set the microphone in front of the Lieutenant.
At about 0930 hours I had my first talk with Chief Irons. Sergeant Blake guided me up to his office that was on the second floor of the building. Blake stepped inside the office first, and I followed directly behind him.
"Chief Irons, this is Lieutenant Davis my CO." Blake said, and I could see that the Chief's chair was spun around so that he faced the wall.
"Lieutenant Davis . . .." He said as he spun the chair around, so that he was now facing Blake and I. I stepped closer.
"Chief I need to know what's going on in this town." I said.
"It was just a matter of time I suppose." The Chief replied, I looked at Blake, and he just shrugged. I focused back at the Chief.
"Sir what is going on in town?" I asked. "Where is everyone?"
"They're all where they are supposed to be, cheating death everyday." The Chief answered and then the door busted open.
"You going to give me that information now you son of a bitch!" The woman that bursted in yelled.
"Ah Miss Valentine, you shouldn't be so rude when I'm having a meeting." The Chief said and pointed at Blake and myself. I looked at the woman and it hit me like a ton of bricks.
"Jill?" I asked and then woman turned towards me, it was her. How could I forget someone like Jill, although I hadn't seen her in quite sometime, we had kept regular contact through letters and some e-mail. We had both attended the same high school back in the day, and I had even introduced her to Chris Redfield before S.T.A.R.S. was formed in 1996.
"Russ!" She almost yelled happy to finally see a friendly face. I could tell she was thinking something almost instantly. "Come with me you're not going to get anywhere with this prick."
Jill left the office, Blake and I followed behind her, ignoring anything else Irons would have to say. 'I should have done him in right there and then.' As soon as we got down the hall a ways Jill told me everything about the Mansion and Umbrella.
"So you think all of this is caused by Umbrella?" I asked her.
"I don't think, I know." Jill said, I had never seen her so serious in my life.
"Alright I believe you." I said and I did believe her, she wasn't the type to make up stories "Russ . . . there's something else just before you got here they sent out all of the SPF units." Jill said. "That left this place heavily under guarded."
"I think we can handle it Jill." I said. "I recommend that you stay here with us, but I'm not going to stop you from leaving."
"Listen, how about I help you get things settle here, and then maybe you can help me get back to my place later?" She offered.
"Alright, sounds good." I said even though I thought she should just have stayed with us.
We spent most of the day barricading windows and doors. I also decided to close off an entire wing of the building; it was just too much for my small unit and a handful of police officers to handle the entire building. Chief Irons was of no use and just stayed in his office most the time, every now and then I would see him sneaking about, but I paid now mind to it. Throughout the day I would try HQ, but all I would receive was a blank transmission.
At about 1620 I decided that the station had been secured, and that the civilians could move freely through the secured part of the station. I was helping a member of third squad seal off the door that was to the left of the entrance, when I felt a light tug on my shirt. I turned around to see that it was Jeb.
"What's up buddy?" I asked him.
"I'm hungry sir." Jeb said and I almost laughed when he said sir. Just then Jill walked up.
"I helped your sniper get into position on the roof." She said and the noticed Jeb. "Who's this little guy?"
"Jill this is my cousin Jeb." I said ruffling his hair. Jill crouched down to Jeb's level. "Hi Jeb, I'm Jill Valentine, I'm an old friend of your cousin's."
"Hello, it's very nice to meet you." He said, he was definitely one of the most polite nine year olds that I knew.
"I bet the girls are all over you with that charm." Jill said smiling at the boy.
"No they just say I'm weird." Jeb said making Jill laugh a little.
"Well if I was a few years younger I would be all over you." She said, still laughing a bit. "Are you hungry Jeb?" She must of over heard us talking before she walked up.
"Very much." Jeb said holding his stomach as if he was starving.
"Well maybe your cousin will let me take you to my office to look for something to eat?" Jill looked up at me and I nodded.
"I'll be up in a bit." I said and I crouched down to Jeb. "Hold her hand she'll like it." Jill laughed and Jeb reached up for her hand, the two walked off and I continued to seal off the door.
After I had checked over the doors and windows again, which were sealed up as best as possible, I proceeded up to the second floor in order to get to the S.T.A.R.S. office. Jeb was sitting at Jill's desk eating from a small Styrofoam bowl, that was filled with Ravioli. Jill was sitting next to him drinking a Diet Coke. They seemed to be in the middle of a conversation.
"So you want to be a soldier huh?" Jill asked Jeb as she set down her drink.
"Yep just like Russ." Jeb answered her. I smiled when I heard him say that. I walked around the office and ended up at the Captain's desk. There was a picture of the entire S.T.A.R.S. team. I only recognized Chris and Jill, but I knew that most of the people were dead in that photo.
"Hey Shadow . . ." Jill called as she stood up from her desk.
"Oh my God I can't believe you just called me that." I said to her, I couldn't believe she remembered my nickname from high school. She giggled a little bit.
"I have to get going." She walked over to a gun cabinet that was in the corner of the room. When she opened it, I noticed that there were several weapons inside; I didn't think much of it since my team was already well armed. Jill produced an M4 carbine and web belt with several ammo pouches attached to it.
"You going to need an escort?" I asked her.
"No I'll be alright, . . . hey Jeb take care of your cousin for me." She said.
"Yes ma'am." He answered her and then she was gone.
At around 2200 hours most of the civilians were asleep in the operations room. The police officers had secured a number of casualty blankets and distributed them amongst the people.
I kept a majority of my men on guard duty while the others rested, either in the photo development room or the STARS office. Jeb stayed in the STARS office, because he told me he didn't feel safe with the other civilians. I didn't blame him, after my meeting with Chief Irons.
I was making my rounds around the station, and then at about 0100 hours I received a transmission from O'Shall. "Sir, this is O'Shall, we have speeding Police Van, heading straight for the police station."
I jumped to my feet quickly and headed out to the entrance. "Copy that . . . all men close to the main entrance move to the doors now."
Sergeant Daniels was standing by the door with three other men when I got there. I grabbed the handle to the main doors and radioed O'Shall. "What's it look like out there O'Shall?"
"The van is backing up to the entrance sir." I then heard the backup beeper, getting closer to the door and then it stooped. I decided to open the door. It creaked open and then it stopped. I decided to open the door, it creaked a little and I could see the flashing lights of the vehicle. I stepped outside, and the back doors of the van flew open. A police officer jumped out. "Soldier help get these people out!" He yelled at me, and I realized that the back of the van was was full of injured civilians.
"Sergeant Daniels, get some men out here now!" I ordered.
Several of my men helped unload the vehicle, and transported the injured people to the operations room. I looked back to the van, only to be greeted by closed doors and exhaust fumes.
The platoons medic was working quickly, to patch up the civilians up. I walked over to him, to see if I could do anything to help.
"Specialist Andrews, is there anything I can do to help?" I asked and watched as he tied a tourniquet on a woman's leg.
"Can you spare your aid kit sir?' He asked and I quickly handed it to him. "Other than that sir, just stay out of the way, with all respect sir." I understand and nodded to him as I backed away.
"Lieutenant Davis?" One of the police officer asked me quietly and I turned to see the shocked man peering out of the cracked door of the operations room. I walked over to the man to see what he was looking at. Focusing through the crack, I spotted what the officer had saw, and my heart jumped into my throat.
"Jesus . . ." I let out, it was like nothing I had ever seen before. It looked like one of those mannequins you would see in an anatomy class, except it was stretched out a little and had the stance of a bullfrog. It just sat up on the ceiling like it had no problems at all.
"Blake, this is Davis we have a situation in front of the operations room." I called to the young sergeant over the radio.
"What is it sir?"
"I don't know it's some type of creature."
"Do you want me to take it out sir."
"Yes, I can't open the door with out exposing the civilians, use your M203, this thing doesn't look like something we should fuck around with."
A few seconds later I heard the door down the hall open and close. Unfortunately so did the creature, and it jetted off towards the sounds. Then I heard the most inhuman sound ever. It was Blake screaming at the top of his lungs. I busted through the door and saw the creature sitting on top of Blake's body. The creature flicked out its abnormally long tongue and impaled it through Blake's chest. I flicked my M16 to burst, and I aimed at the creature, I began pulling the trigger as fast as I could sending three rounds at a time down range. The creature turned towards me, and I could feel my eyes grow wide, but I continued to pull the trigger. Then there was the metallic click of an empty chamber, I looked up at the creature, and it just stared back at me, with what eyes I didn't know. I began to change out the mag as fast as possible. I pushed the bolt release and I looked back to see that the creature was now in mid-air. I closed my eyes, then I heard a fairly loud blast and then I felt the weight of the creature crash into me, then I blacked out.
"Alright, we can stop there, Lieutenant." The special agent said, and he pressed stop on the recorder.