Heres the second chap! Just like I promised!

Disclaimer - I DO NOT OWN RESIDENT EVIL, THE CHARACTERS OR THE PLACES IN THE STORY (Most of them) But I DO own The Story and ideas! -This story was an inspiration by ClaireFan82.

Chris had a bored expression on his face. He watched the ceiling fan twirl into oblivion. His eyes traveled to Jill, then Brad, where he snickered a bit, then Joseph, Barry and finally to his Captain. 'Man, what a slow -fucking- day. Shame it hasn't ended.' Chris thought completely distracted from his Captain's speech.

"Redfield! Pay attention, so you don't embarrass yourself, again." Wesker scolded.

"Oh! Uhh, s-sorry sir. It won't happen again." Chris reassured.

"It won't if you pay attention." Wesker said.

"Since when do you pay for attention?" Joseph asked trying to be funny.

"Since the day you were born, Frost." Wesker insulted, causing everyone in the room to laugh.

"Yeah, well at least I'm not old." Joseph mumbled in a whisper sliding a a little down from his seat with folded arms.

"What was that Frost?" Wesker questioned angrily.

"N-nothing Sir." Joseph stuttered.

"Good. Now you all must prepare for this mission." Wesker said.

"What mission?" Brad asked.

"Dammit Vickers! The one that I just explained!" Wesker yelled.

"And that is…?" Chris questioned.

Wesker gave in a sigh. "The Survival Camp mission. Our original mission dealing with the robbery in the Raccoon City Central Mall will be taken care of by Bravo Team. Or as Chief Irons requested in this -Wesker held up a paper- file."

"Wait so why do we have to do this Survival stuff? I mean doesn't Bravo Team have to do it first then Alpha?" Jill curiously explained.

"Well, yes, but Chief Irons wants the more experienced team to go first this year, to push our skills further." Wesker explained.

"Oh, now I get it." Jill said.

Chris started to get excited about this 'Survival Camp Mission'. "So, what day is it on?"

Chris asked, with pure excitement in his voice.

"In 1 week. So prepare yourselves to wake up at 5am and get here by 6:30am next week on Monday. Make sure you pack up essentials such as clothes, snacks and drinks, one handgun fully loaded with 5 clips along, dental needs and whatever else you need to keep yourself occupied like a book or a sketch book maybe a cell phone or cd player if needed." Wesker told them.

"Sounds cool. So are we going to do those fire pits to keep ourselves warm or make food over the campfire like in movies?" Barry asked.

"Yes we will." Wesker answered.

"Do we get tents and set up or are there cabins to sleep in?" Brad asked.

"Tents." Wesker blankly replied.

"We're doomed." Chris said out of the blue.

Wesker whipped his head towards Chris. "Why?"

"Because…I don't know HOW to put up a tent." Chris answered shyly.

"Y-you d-don't….heheh, pffff-HAHAHAHAHA!" Joseph laughed at him.

"SHUT UP!" Chris yelled.

"You shouldn't be laughing Frost. I do recall one time when you told me you didn't know how to open your locker. And I told you, you just have to twist the knob to 0 and pull the lock down." Wesker reminded him.

"HA!" Brad came out of nowhere.

Joseph turned to him. "Shut the fuck up, Courage the -fucking- Cowardly Dog." Joseph answered bluntly.

Brad crossed his arms and pouted a bit. "You don't have to be mean about it."

"Okay, for now just resume to desks upstairs and continue your filing and research." Wesker told them.

Chris and everyone else including Wesker, got up from their seats and left the meeting room. They all went down the hallway outside the meeting room to a door with a sign next to it. Leading them to an even smaller hallway with two doors, one leading to file room and the other to a film maker room. They went up the stairs, going down the hallway, passing another door and a huge god like statue with two busts on the side. They got to a strangely shaped hall. The hallway to the actual S.T.A.R.S. Office was always desolate looking and creepy. The door to the Office was in the middle of the entire wall on their left. Wesker quickly opened the door and walked back to his private desk. Wesker's desk was at the very front of the room. His desk was neatly done. Behind him, was a giant poster of the S.T.A.R.S. Logo. Next to it was pictures of Alpha and Bravo team. Then, went the shelf that held the Trophies of Alpha and Bravo. On one of the Trophies read, "Marksman Contest Winner: CHRIS REDFIELD".

Chris's desk was in front of Barry's and behind Jill's. In front Jill's desk was a rookie's desk from Bravo. Her name was Rebecca Chambers. A student of the medical field. As for Joseph and Brad. They sadly, have to share a Desk. Or as Brad liked to call it, Computer Console Monitor or Desk Communication System. Joseph called it a C.C.M. or D.C.S. He loved to bother Brad on free times, but they were still friends. Brad would tease Joseph back for fun or revenge.

Everyone was working peacefully until Wesker broke the silence. "Frost, I want you to find the old records of the past Missions for both Alpha and Bravo."

"Aye-aye Captain." Joseph answer with a pirate like accent. Wesker's response to that was a 'Hmph'.

Joseph got up to go through the file cabinets looking for the records. Brad was watching and listening on Bravo team and their mission. Apparently that was today. Brad looked bored as hell.

Barry on the other hand finished his research, printed it out and handed it to Wesker. He turned around to go join Joseph's 'quest'. "Any Luck?"

Joseph looked up from the cabinet and smirked. "You kiddin'. It's like someone hid the damn thing on purpose."

Brad turned around in his chair to join their conversation. "Sucks to be you, Joseph."

"Yeah well, it's worse being you, Brad." Joseph countered.

"Hey Joe, is that the file?" Barry asked pointing to a record folder.

Joseph took it out and read the front. "Barry, it's a health record. Apparently, Ol' Barry's gone senile on us."

"Ol' Barry could easily kick your ass into next week, Frosted-Flakes." Barry scowled playfully, using Joseph's other nick-name.

"Yeah, but would you remember it afterwards?" Joseph teased.

Barry gave in a chuckle, shaking his head at Joseph. "You know, whenever I look at you, I shake my head."

"Whenever I look at you I ask 'Are you my Grandpa?' Hahaa!" Joseph laughed out.

Chris listened in on their conversation. He couldn't help but laugh at Joseph's counters. Joseph was the Master of Comedy after all. And everyone else was the butt of Joseph's jokes.

TEAM JOSEPH! This chap was funny and fun to make~! ^^ I hope you enjoyed! Chap 3 coming soon!

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