Wesker's Residence

Raccoon City, Colorado

11 August, 1998

1937hours

I pull up to a curb across the street from Wesker's house in my Chevrolet 2500 Heavy Duty and look at Wesker's house through the driver's door window. It seemed like a nice home. The lawn was well kept, there was a regular steel mail box, and a small pathway leading up to the front door. Killing the engine, I pull the keys out of the ignition before getting out of my truck. I start my way up to Wesker's house, the feeling of someone watching me intruding on my semi-peaceful thoughts during the casual stroll to the Captain's front door.

There was only one organization that I could think of that would be watching us and that unsettled me a little bit. Of course Umbrella would be watching us, we happened across their secret labs that they used to create Bio-Weaponry. Not exactly the thing the government would approve of. Something nagged at me about that thought. It felt like a sixth sense, one that couldn't have been good since it was telling me the government already knew.

If they know, why haven't they stopped Umbrella's activities?

Several government officials could, hypothetically, be on Umbrella's payroll.

I stop shocked that the feeling answered an unspoken question. "What the" I start but am cut off as Wesker opens his front door.

"Ah, Bruhn. I thought I heard someone on the pathway. Come in since this parties for you." He says.

"Captain" I start but once again am cut off by Wesker.

"Outside of the office it's Albert or Al, you know that Scott." He says with a hinting at act like we've done this a couple times. Something's not right.

"Sorry Al, it's just been a long ass day. You know, with me gettin' outta the hospital and whatnot. Please accept my apologies for the formalities of work." I respond.

"Don't worry bout it, shit happens. Just glad that you're back among the living." He stops as if remembering a nightmare before continuing, "but please come in. You arrived before everyone else."

He steps aside and I enter his home. Instantly I stop, amazed at his home. It has a rather large atrium, which is surprising since the house doesn't look large enough from the outside. I unconsciously kneel down and untie my boots before noticing what I was doing.

"So Al, just making sure, I do have to take my boots off right?" I ask.

"Indeed." He responds as he looks toward my direction.

"What time is the rest of the squad gonna be here?" I ask as I gingerly set my boots off to the side.

"They should be here within the hour, unless Chris and Jill want to pull another fashionably late arrival." Wesker says while slightly chuckling.

"I wonder how long they've been dating."

"Who knows, Scott, who knows" Was all he said before there was a knock on the door.

The knock resounds through the hall, intensifying dramatically. It was almost like someone was banging on a giant drum in the atrium. Wesker opens the door and Brad quickly steps in.

"Hello Brad," Wesker says as the Alpha Pilot starts taking his shoes off.

"Heya Albert, how's the missus?" Brad asks.

"Never married." He says.

"That's right, you never tried to get one." Brad says as he stands back up, "hey Scott."

"How are ya Brad?" I ask.

"Pretty good considering. Remember that woman I was dating?" Brad asks.

"How could I forget, you were constantly asking me questions on what to say and do," The answer came quick.

"Right, well she introduced me to her family the other night. We all hit it off rather well." He seems excited about telling me this.

"Congratulations Brad," Wesker says from the door.

Brad, Wesker, and myself chat amongst ourselves in the atrium while waiting for Rebecca, Chris, Jill, and Richard. I was surprised at what had happened in the two weeks I was in a coma. Richard got engaged, Rebecca found someone else to stalk (Thank the Lord), Chris and Jill finally openly announced their relationship, Irons suspended the S.T.A.R.S. pending further investigation on what went on in Raccoon Forest, anyone working for Umbrella seemed to be more nervous than usual. That was all just the tip of the iceberg. However the news was slowly getting grimmer and grimmer.

The "cannibal" murders had started again, this time it wasn't restrained to the forest. The murders were working their way into the city at a steadily growing rate. The R.P.D. was, and currently still is, "doing everything in their power to bring the cannibal cult to justice". Meanwhile the media was dragging the names of the surviving members of S.T.A.R.S. through the mud. The mission was a gross mishandling of police protocol that resulted in the deaths of several members of the elite police unit from what the news papers and the television were saying.

Of course this didn't come as a surprise. In fact deep down I somehow knew this was going to happen. Thinking about it, a feeling of Deja Vu washed over me.

"Seems like everyone is buying Umbrella's bullshit. I mutter.

"Yeah what do you expect? Umbrella put this city on the map. They fund almost everything here." Brad answers.

"Exactly Brad. No one wants to bite the hand that feeds," Wesker chirps in.

"Very true Captain. It's rather sad. By the time they realize what Umbrella does, it'll be too late." I say crestfallen.

Most of the people in Raccoon City are kind hearted, good natured men and women. I had practically grown up here. A cold shiver ran down my spine as I thought of the beautiful city being overrun by the infected, buildings set ablaze by fear filled survivors, and screams of agony resounding in a cold crisp night sky. The images was far too vivid for comfort and it felt like I could feel the same cold, crisp breeze on my face.

Quickly I shook my head to clear the images. There was a nagging voice in the back of my mind telling me to grab Claire and and run. To just get out of the city and never come back. Looking around the room, I could tell that we all had the same ominous feeling and knowledge of events to come. We knew the city was doomed and thousands of people would perish all due to Umbrella's mishaps. There was a vague thought of trying to warn people to get out, get out while they could. Yet that thought was short lived. We had already discussed that. There would be no way that anybody would leave due to some crazy rantings of the survivors of a former special tactics police force.

It was kind of ironic when I thought about it. When it all began a few months ago, the city practically pleaded Mayor Warren to bring us in. Then after the Mansion and the "gross mishandling of the case" the city was in an uproar to have our badges revoked and ran out of the city.

Ah how fickle people can be.

"Nobody believed our story" Rebecca says semi-angry as she enters the Atrium.

"Of course they didn't. I barely believe it myself and I saw it with my own eyes," Barry adds as he enters behind Rebecca, "we just tried the police station and the hospital staff. They all laughed at us. I think we should cut our losses and get out before we mysteriously disappear."

"Umbrella isn't stupid Barry. Granted they created a virus that could wipe out the human race, turning them into mindless flesh craving corpses, and they managed to let said virus and their creations run amok in a secret lab for who knows how long. BUT they are probably smart enou-" Chris was interrupted by the power cutting out.

"Please tell me at least one of you brought a weapon," Wesker whispers in disappointment.

Slowly all but Chris and myself shake our heads or whisper no. Instead Chris draws a boot knife and I pull out my folding pocket knife.

A soft creak from the second floor causes most of us to stiffen.

"What wa-" Rebecca starts but was cut off by Barry's hand covering her mouth.

"Everyone but Redfield and Bruhn follow me to the kitchen." Wesker whispers.

Everyone but Chris and myself slowly and clumsily work their way to the kitchen as our eyes adjusted to the darkness that enveloped us a mere several seconds ago. An eery silence befell the house reminded me of the night at the mansion. Except this time our lives weren't in as great of a danger since we were dealing with normal people. Or at least I hoped so. Chris took up a position in the living room behind a wall while I hid in a cupboard under the stairs.

The plan would be simple. Chris would take out the lead man while I took out the last man in the hostile group. We both would use their weapons to dispatch of the rest of the group.

Of course that would be if Wesker and the others didn't think of a way to get all of us out of the building before shit hit the fan.

"Redfield, Bruhn. Regroup in the kitchen." Wesker's barely audible voice drifted over to me.

Slowly, I creep out of the cupboard and hustle over to Chris before we head to the kitchen.

"This is the plan. We get my pickup and my car ready. We pile in. We get the fuck outta here." Wesker simply states, "Brad. Go start them. Jill, Rebecca, and I will go with them."

We all nod as Wesker hands over a full magazine for a Samurai Edge. "Since the mansion, I've kept these placed conveniently around my home."

I nod as I take it. "You got 40 seconds before I create a distraction with this. Chris, Barry go with them."

They nod and follow the others out to the back door and into the woods by Wesker's home. Several more soft creaks from the floor above me hasten my search for a frying pan and some oil. Luckily, Wesker keeps his hanging above an island counter.

How he could afford that type of home never crossed my mind. But one day it would be revealed.

I grab a frying pan and place it on the convection stove top before pouring some cooking oil that I found on the island counter. Then I added the 9mm rounds into the oil as I turned on the burner. I silently run out the back door and into the woods as the oil heated. Ahead I heard a dull hum and voices.

"Thought you could get away huh? Our employers have. . . other plans for the likes of you." A masked Umbrella agent says to Wesker and the others.

They were on their knees, heads bowed down with their hand behind their backs. I notice the absence of Chris and Barry.

In the distance the sound of gunfire resounds from the direction of Wesker's house followed by several automatic weapons firing. The sudden noise caused most of the Umbrella agents to stare in the direction of the gunfire.