Author's Notes: Oh wow that was quicker then expected. I did not think I could finish Chapter 2 so quickly. Oh well. Obama won as president and America will have another civil war due to our political differences. Then I will proceed to run for president, make a fourth branch in government, which will expand democracy and create jobs as well. The fourth branch will be in control of budgeting for deficit spending, banking and decision processing for the United States Economy's recovery from harsh days. They will also have control of how much all jobs in the government make. I will fight for equal marriage rights, equal pay for women, contraceptives will be available with or without payment and don't ask don't tell terms for women with their use in contraceptives. I would also like to be a democrat and fight for the middle class and a law that requires income tax. I'd appreciate your support. Vote for ANNIMAYPHREAK!

(I do not mean to offend or upset anyone who supports any other beliefs.)

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF The RESIDENT EVIL CHARACTERS, CAPCOM does. R&R!

Chapter 2

February 4th, 2005.

Chris Redfield.

The BSAA had began training Anni. O'Brian had suggested it since she had the T-Virus flowing through her veins. When we began to train her, we noticed how Anni stands. Her posture was poor and when she stands up her legs are pigeon toed. Our first training began with swimming the best place to start out of concern, to strengthen her legs and her whole body.

I watched as Anni jumped into the pool. I was teaching her how to swim. She finally learned how to float and swim back and forth. But now we were trying to teach her to swim under pressure.

"Move faster!" I shouted to her as she swam as quickly as possible across the BSAA's Solarium. She dipped her head and began to perform the butterfly stroke. The timer was counting down from one minute and thirty seconds, quickly ticking on the screen in the upper left corner of the room. Her sped increased during the last thirty seconds and finally touched the other end of the pool. I stopped the timer. A large air horn rang our ears.

"How was that?" She asked.

I walked over to her and rubbed her wet hair. "Great." Then splashed water in her face.

I feared that she would run into Albert Wesker one day. The worse possible scenario that Anni could ever come across would be Albert taking her from me. I would have nightmares of her screaming. I would jolt out of my bed run across the hallway to find Albert Wesker clutching the teen in his old STARS uniform. He would simply laugh as his eye flash orange and disappear with Anni by jumping off her porch. I have told O'Brian several times this scenario but I feel my fears are slowly being reassured.

Anni Redfield.

May 7th, 2005.

The BSAA operatives gathered into the hallway on the top floor. "I had heard Clive R. O'Brian was a conspirator with Veltro. That's why he's stepping down." Which was not true and I what a silly thought to believe. O'Brian was a good man. Thanks to his actions, had saved my life. The reason how I was able to get this damn job. And now he was quitting. What gives the man the right to leave? The BSAA's success was because of that man, his presence made my co-workers and I unworried, his actions to prevent and act upon the threats to the world. But, now with him gone, who was to take his place? How can anyone replace O'Brian?

As he walked past us all with his box of office supplies and personal belongings and no name tag, we had saluted him until he had walked out of the hallway. Before he could leave, I had followed him by running after him.

"O'Brian!" I called.

He turned to face me with confusion. He looked down to me as I looked up to him, like a young girl to her father. I had learned a lot from O'Brian, he pulled so many strings for Chris and I. For that I couldn't thank him enough. But within the BSAA people would call O'Brian a hero, the reason why they joined the BSAA. Maybe I should run this place. Heh.

"Are you sure about this?" I could only ask, it was the first question that came to mind.

He paused for a moment.

"Yes. I have to take responsibility for hiring a double agent, lying to my colleagues and for putting everyone in danger. The BSAA wouldn't agree with their Chief Director as a half-traitor." He said. "A leader cannot lead if he has lied. He or she cannot be a role model if he is untrusted."

"But the BSAA's success is because of you... how can you just-" I shook my head and changed the subject. His thoughts grew resentful, reluctant to answer any questions. I breathed outward.

"Will you come back to visit?" I asked mostly to drop the whining in my voice, I sound like a begging child.

He smiled. "I'm still a advisor to the BSAA but, I won't have any say in how things are run."

"And me? Will the next Chief still keep me?"

"Of course. We- The BSAA needs you. They'd would be fools to let you go, Anni. You are under the protection of the BSAA. You are going to be fine. You are a great person and you are going to be an excellent agent, I'll see great things from you kiddo. Great things. Although..." He breathed out and reached into his box of office supplies and grabbed a book. "You may be headstrong sometimes. But, you know the rules. So follow them." He handed me his copy of the book of Dante.

I stated in shock by the book and his words. I know this was O'Brian's favorite book so I knew I would have to keep it in mint condition, just in case he would want it back. I never knew O'Brian was this nice. Let alone, his words were true.

"But, O'Brian, this is-"

He put his hand on my head and said, "No no, you keep it. I think you might like it."

I smiled up at him, I had tears in my eyes. "Thank you!" I yelled, giving him a hug out of the friendly transaction.

"Your welcome. Now, I have to get started on that detective novel." He said, turning to leave the headquarters without another word but, his friendly wave to all those who saluted and clapped for him as he exited like a true leader.

I smiled as I felt a hand on my shoulder then leave a spiritual presence lingering on my skin.

"I don't think I will meet anyone like him ever again." Chris said.

"No one can ever replace him." Jill chimed in that smiling tone she had.

Chris and I turned to see her smiling.

"I'm going to miss him." Jill said, placing her hands together and tipping her toes.

"But isn't anyone nervous to who is going to take over his position?" Chris stated.

"Probably one of those heartless, old BSAA Chairmen." I said, not realizing I had said it out loud. Leading Chris to push my shoulder.

"Oh my god! I was kidding! The people here are nice!" I said in defense.

Jill folded her arms and looked at me. "We know." She said. "I just hope we will have a good as a boss as O'Brian. He held the BSAA well together."

"But Anni has stated the obvious." Chris teased, ruffing my hair.

I half smirked. I had an act for that one.

The day carried about almost like any other. The BSAA was up to our eyeballs in registering and establishing where the ex-F.B.C. (Federal Bioterrorism Commission) members were brought into our organization, most were introduced to BSAA protocols and ever registered. Gratefully, many of them did not need to be retrained for fighting and how to hold a gun.

There still no word with who was the new Chief Executive Director. But it still was nerve racking to many of us BSAA employees, they signed all our checks. I know Jill was most interested in who exactly was running the BSAA. Chris had whispered something to her about background checking whoever was the chief, as I was walking away to go talk to Parker.

After all that, I walked quietly to my desk to go over some more paperwork about my rookies that I was responsible for until their first mission.

I examined each of their permeant records. I sighed. This was going to be a long night.

Chris Redfield.

BSAA HQ. Office Building.

The BSAA was to receive a new Chief Director and I did not agree with O'Brian leaving at all. With the help of Jill and the gathering of the information from the computers and members, we have reason to believe Barry Burton will be the next in command. The only problem was that Barry often travels here during the week to volunteer for the BSAA. The committee sees him as a sole candidate, old but intelligent, experience in bio-terrorism, an ex-STARS member from Raccoon City and experience in the US Marine Corp. Barry would be ideal, if the committee could persuade him that he would not be placing his family in any more danger. Barry moved his family out of the country in Canada after the Raccoon City incident, where he stayed and lived in outside of Toronto. I know Anni will be relaxed to hear that good news. However, there was still work to be done...

Jessica was still on the run after shooting Parker and suspicion of conspiracy with Veltro. A warrant was placed on her arrest. The BSAA has no clue as to where her location was, even after asking Parker if he could remember. Parker says when the ship had finally hit the bottom, he was separated from Raymond due to the pressure of the air being released. He could only remember washing up the shore of the Republic of Malta.

Even more so, Jill and I have been getting leads about the whereabouts of Spencer. None on Albert Wesker. So little information was being pulled in about Albert Wesker. It seems that file has gone cold since I rescued Claire from the Antarctic Umbrella Base.

Hopefully more leads can come in. All we can do is wait and do what we can to live up to the BSAA's expectations.

Anna-Margaret Redfield.

BSAA HQ. Training Facility

The BSAA Training Facility was many floors above ground. It was as actually an old football stadium with a couple underground levels installed. I had only had access to the first three of the underground levels. The first floor, which was where the gun shops, armories shooting range and parking garage was located. The second floor, contained storage equipment for our forensic teams and laboratories for the forensic units. The third floor was where the mission simulators were located. Anything below that, was a mystery to me. I had heard there being some sort of storage or warehouse in there but I was most likely never to know. In the training facility where some of the bleachers and seats used to be was the inner garden that over looked the Atlantic Ocean on one side, the other over looked the BSAA's offices in building and training grounds. The inner garden had trees, bushes, flowers statues and plaques. The garden almost like a tiny park inside the building. The garden was dedicated to those who lost their lives during their service for the BSAA. I thought this was a great way to honor those we had lost. We have not lost anyone so far this year and I hoped it had stayed that way.

I had my platoon of rookies set. My trainees were all in line. Four rows, four columns of rookies. We were out in the sun. It was a bit chilly from the early February weather.

The dome's roof was open, to let in fresh city air for the plants in the inner garden. The training facility was a particle gym due to the equipment in the corner and also, because of the built in track around the turf floor that was gratefully left over from the football stadium. There was a ropes course and team activity courses set up to the left of the area with the gym equipment.

Since most of the rookies have had military training and the use of a gun, I decided to test most of them.

"Today we will be doing a team activity. This is because here at the BSAA we learn how to work as a team. As soldiers and special operation agents learning how to work together as a unit, a team or a duo, which is most often used for missions, we need to learn how to work together. Most of you are military men so I expect nothing less the progress. I'm aware that I am younger than you but I was assigned to be your trainer and your platoon leader. You can refer to me by my first name or by Captain." I said.

I wanted to test there abilities in working together first. Then I wanted to see there strengths and weaknesses to prepare them. Then finally, Give them past missions in the missions simulator.

"Are you ready?" I barked.

"Yes Ma'am." The group of newbies said.

"Platoon. On the command on fallout, assemble at the agility course. Put on a harness and wait for further instruction." I breathed. I hated being a leader especially for rookies. I was not one to lead. I enjoyed following in the hopes of accomplishing others dreams. Then maybe I would have or find my own dreams. The only really goal I had was to figure out what had happened to me. How I ended up under the facility for Wilpharama other than that I had nothing. How I was born and why... Maybe from there, I would know or have an idea on where I would like my life to go.

"Fallout." I stated.

The group of rookies had taken a step back look left then right then took off towards the agility course. I followed them to the agility course to the first team activities.

After setting up the ropes on the agility course and the safety devices, I began to speak again.

"Okay so here we are. Our first activity is the rock wall. At least all of you will belay and climb up the rock wall. Then unhook your harness then slide down into the tires by stepping into each of them. Then, crawling under the barbwires, WITHOUT hurting yourselves and running around the track twice and finally, waiting for ALL of your teammates to push that big tire in the middle of the turf field." I said. "This will test your abilities to work together and how well you can move in a dangerous situation."

They all nodded like obedient dogs.

"Captain? Is this really necessary?" One of the rookies asked.

"Yes. This is important because if you ever need to climb a ladder while running away from a monster or someone, you need to be physically in shape and prepared to do what is necessary to survive." I stated.

Each of the rookies had made it threw the team activities quickly, swiftly and safely. I watched each one climb, slide, crawl and some even trip or stumble along the way. Most were impressive some were not.

After gaining control of the Platoon again. I realized it was getting late and I had to get everyone off and ready for the next day and I still had homework to do.

"Attention." I barked. "Alright so today I witnessed you all have some potential and physical strength. However there are some of you who need to understand the difference between being in shape and what you are able to do. For that we are going to do some push-ups. We are also going to do push-ups for those who stumbled and tripped. This shows if one of us fails we all fail! " I yelled. "Therefore I will join you. Platoon. Half right phase."

The rookies turned half way to their right as did I.

"Forward leading rest position... MOVE!"

We all were in position to do a push up.

"Down." I paused. "Up." I shouted.

"1." The rookies stated.

"Down." Another pause. "Up."

"2."

"Down." Another pause. "Up."

"3."

"Down." Another pause. "Up."

"4."

"Down." Another pause. "Up."

"5."

"Down." Another pause. "Up."

"6."

"Down." Pause. "Up."

"7."

"Down." Pause. "Up." I stated.

"8." They stated in a whining voice.

"Down." Pause. "Up."

"9."

"Down." I paused and some moved upward. I heard a quiet moan. "Wait! Hold it! Hold it! Up."

"10." Some said in relieve, others looked at each other, Was that all?

"Position of attention. MOVE!" I yelled.

We all were back on our feet.

"Half left phase." I stated. My platoon faced me and I faced them. "Good work today. This day may be the easiest you will ever have at the BSAA for physical training. Make sure you sleep well and stay safe. On the command of fallout you will do whatever you need to do and go home." I breathed watching them all. "Fallout." I said smiling.

The rookies took a step back looked to there left and right and disbursed into different directions. I squinted in frustration at the disorder the platoon took.

"Looks like you do your job quite well there, sis." Chris smirked from behind me.

I turned towards him. "Just like you would big brother. Although unlike you, I hate leading."

"But, you are so good at it. Why waste the talent?"

"Because I want to figure out what happened to me then lead a group of people or sell my soul to working in the BSAA, Chris." I stated bitterly. This was true, I just wanted to know so I could figure out something for my future, it was time I started doing things for me, take back control of my own life. This could only start if I could just put this virus to rest.

"Anni, one day you will. But now you are free from that tube and you can go on with your own life. Make the decisions you want. Nobody forced you to join the BSAA."

"I will. When I feel free of my past. When this treacherous virus is disposed of." I stated looking him in the face. I let the frustration leave my face. "Anyway. Have you found out who is the new Chief Director of the BSAA?"

"Yeah. We did. Barry Burton is going to be the new director. He's the sole candidate."

"Really? Oh what a relieve. We are in good hands."

He only nodded.

I looked at Chris. Then towards the empty track. No one was around so this would be a perfect time to ask Chris one last thing before we went home.

"Hey Chris?" I asked. He looked down at me while scratching his head.

"Want to spar a little before we go?"

He looked at me for a minute. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."

"Chris please. I will be just fine. Besides I am a Redfield. I'm tough enough to take you on. Besides, I think I would be the one to hurt you." I smirked devilishly.

He chuckled. "Fine. You are on."

Author's Notes: Oh my god writing this chapter made me feel like I was in military academy. I had to do one over the summer to give myself social studies credit, it was worth it, if you're willing to give up your summer. In any event! What did you think? The two Redfield going head to head in a little spar! Who do you think will win Chris or Anni? What about the rookies? Do you feel bad for them? And Barry is now the director of the BSAA! Congrats Barry! But wait what about what Anni had said? Will she make a plan for her future before she finds out what has happened to her? Keep reading and find out! R&R! :)