Sonic looked around the room at the emblems on all of their shirts, vests, and equipment. "What's S.T.A.R.S. mean anyways?" Jill held up her shirt, the emblem on the back facing Sonic "Special Tactics And Rescue Service. We replaced SWAT inside Raccoon City and act in lieu of the Secret Service when required" Sonic shook his head "Never heard of it, sorry." Wesker began examining the walls of the room "What happened here Kevin?" After a swig of water from his canteen, he sat down on the couch and said to them "Aside from massive pain in my shoulder, a bit of dehydration and rotting flesh all over my uniform I'm fine." he took another swig of water "We came here to investigate those murders, as you know, but the helicopter started to malfunction, and we had to make an emergency landing. Damn dogs split us up." He tried to reload his gun, but grunted in pain "Dammit, my shoulder wants to pop back out of its socket again" In one swift motion Jill tore he shirt into strips and made a sling out of it "There, try not to move it too much, and stick with your handgun for the time being, okay? I've got some medication that should help with the pain, but it won't give you use of your shoulder back." she slung her medical kit into a position she could get to it and pulled out a syringe. After the usual procedure, she injected it into his arm. "There, try not to make any sharp movements with that side of your body" Ken collapsed, and began writhing in agony. Jill knelt beside him, pulling out another thing from her pouch, this time an aerosol canister "Hold on Kevin." She forced his mouth open and sprayed the contents down his throat. "There, hopefully that stopped the hemorrhaging" As the screaming died down, Ken began to pant "What was that you gave me?" Jill handed the container to him "Universal instant healing chemical spray. You were probably bleeding internally and didn't even notice it with the adrenaline rush. It's fortunate Umbrella supplied us with these, otherwise you'd probably be dead" "You guys work with Umbrella?" Sonic asked, backing up. A look of horror crossed his face. Wesker whirled around to face Sonic "You know about them?!" Sonic eyes began to dart around the room "Yeah, they are, or rather were criminals. Those who didn't leave were killed." Confusion dawned on Jill's face "Whoa whoa whoa, wait a minute. You're saying that on YOUR planet, the people who cured cancer, killed smallpox and saved Ken's life are criminals?! What'd they do?" Sonic tried to find the words to explain "Well... They killed people and stole a bunch of stuff. Nobody's really sure what they stole though. They also did testing on... Children." Wesker crossed his arms, and scoffed, a look of disdain and annoyance on his face "I'm not surprised in the least" Chris's eyes were wide with horror "Wait a minute, YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS?!" Wesker turned to him "You know I used to work for them. You ever wonder why I'd leave that kind of high-paying job? It was because of shit like that" Sonic hung his head, tears forming in his eyes, remembering the stories his uncle told him. Chris knelt down, putting a hand on Sonic's shoulder "Hey buddy, it's alright. Don't cry, everything's gonna be okay." he said as Sonic threw his arms around his neck. Jill looked aghast, then began to stare at her medical kit "What kind of sadistic testing did they have to do to make everything in this kit?" "Y...you don't work with them do you?" Sonic asked, sobbing. A bright light flashed behind Wesker's sunglasses as he turned away and starts searching the room "I USED TO. Long enough to engineer some plants, make myself rich and find out they were behind some dangerous weapons as well as extending the average human lifespan by about ninety years" "So you won't study me?" Sonic asked, looking up from Chris's shoulder. Another burst of light flashed on the wall as Wesker began searching the room and panelings for secret compartments and trapdoors "Not now, not ever, cruelty's not my thing" he said a bit absently as he began to search through a cabinet. Jill pulled the aerosol canister out of Ken's hands and flung it at the wall "They supplied every police force in the country with this shit!" Sonic wiped the tears away from his eyes "Why do the police trust the bad guys?" "Because they have a good PR department" Wesker pulled a painting of the mansion down from the wall. "What's PR?" Chris sighed "Public relations, they promote the image a company wants promoted" "Oh" Sonic said in a little voice. Wesker put the painting back on the wall "By my count there's three members of Bravo left unaccounted for, we need to look for them" Sonic eyes widened "In this place. Are you nuts?!" Wesker nodded "I'm not leaving a single one of them behind. Jill?" he tossed a lock-pick set to her "We might run into some locked doors while we're here, you left these at the station"
Jill nodded warily, pocketed the set, then resealed her medical kit, putting it out-of-the-way.
Chris sighed and swallowed, standing up. Sonic hugged his leg, trembling. Chris picked him up "Hey, don't be scared. You're the fastest thing alive, nothing can stand up to you. You taught me never to give up, and I'm gonna return the favor, okay? Don't give up, just keep on moving" "Uhhh okay" Sonic said, a look of astonishment in his eyes. Chris smiled, and a tear rolled down his face, then set Sonic down. Jill pulled her Kevlar vest back on. "Let's move, we're wasting time"