(Okay, so it seems this fanfic will go on! I got 3 reviews in a few hours time. I am however, waiting for Elle to get back to me. She might have however, before I post correct answer for 'What series does this FF contain was?': Warehouse 13, Resident Evil, The Twilight Zone, and Inception! Brandon was close however. I must thank Sora-kun, BMD-X Buddy, and CobaltGirl for reviewing! Now the show must go on!) (FYI the first chapter was really just an unsure-quickly written-prologue. So this chapter will be much better! At least, I hope you think so. I am also taking requests for scenarios, I need some helpful ideas people! Especially from you! *points through the screen at BMDX, FOXMEWBRITTANY, and WOLFANGEL.* I need to know if you guys have any ideas, even just spitball ones. I can roll off of anything. Please and thank you!)

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'Episode 1 Part 2'

As much as I would have loved giving Wesker a what for, I decided; it was time to run.

Running from Wesker however was not easy. So...we all ended up jumping out of the windows of the cafe. Luckily the skills I had given us, by way of the TZC, were still there.

We barrel rolled the heck out of that place. We got the hell out of Dodge. We jumped the glass fence to freedom and saw that the grass was greener on the other side.

I didn't dare look back behind us, I just kept running.

"Hey! Quick this way!" Elle yelled as she was working point in front of us. The 3 of us followed suit behind her, into an alley way.

When we thought we were finally safe we stopped. The 4 of us took a breather as we all calmed down.

"That was too close." Brandon said as he leaned against the alley way wall.

"Agreed. Another change in scenery then?" I asked as I pulled out the TZC.

"Defiantly." Britt nodded.

I then pulled up the holographic keyboard from the TZC and began typing. But then I stopped, I turned my head to my three comrades. "Any requests?" I asked.

It looked the three of them thought for a second before replying.

"Maybe later." Elle said as she sat indian style on the ground.

"I can't think of anything." Brandon shrugged.

And all Britt did was blush and smile as she shook her head.

"Alright-y then! Leave it to the reality manipulation master!" I smiled as I continued to type on the keyboard. I just typed up the first thing that came to mind. I included some story line, false history, clothing detail, and placement request. After I was finished I pressed enter and once again there was a bright flash, which temporary blinded all of us before we found ourselves in distinct places.

I found myself lounging back in an office chair, with a 1998 desktop computer in front of me. I grinned then pulled the TZC out of the pocket I knew it'd be in. I knew I should have been more worried about going home or side effects of such a powerful machine but I was just too fascinated by the possibilities. We could do anything! So going home could wait till later, we deserved to have a little fun first.

I then put the device back in my pocket and looked around. I was sitting in the RPD STARS Alpha Team office. The office was like it was in RE 2 but with a few tweaks. There were 3 lines of desks and 4 in each row, all 3 rows facing the main office; Wesker's Office. Then to my left there were a few tables with normal office equipment like fax machines and printers. I could imagine Bravo's office was parallel to ours.

I was sitting at my own desk, wearing a blue STARS Alpha team uniform. I had paper work in front of me and a finished report. I was Alpha Teams second rear security guard, I worked directly beside Jill.

I looked in front of me, Brandon was already blending. He was wearing a green STARS Alpha Team uniform and was talking to Chris Redfield by the water cooler. He seemed to already have guessed what was going on. I made Brandon Alpha's second Marksman, right beside Chris. I detailed his history and everything. He seemed to be having fun.

I then looked around to see Britt talking to Barry by the fax machine to my left. She wore a dark purple colored STARS uniform, her specialty being auto-mechanics and weaponry. She worked close beside Brad Vickers and Barry Burton. Barry seemed to have caught her as she was faxing something, he was now giving her one of his long winded speeches about sandwiches and the old days.

I smiled, she looked like she was trying to get away but couldn't. I'd help but if I got up I'd never get any paper work done.

It was Elle who came in next, through the front office door that is. She was Alpha Team's new trainee. She was training to be a combat ready medic, so as you can guess, Rebecca Chambers was following along with her. Elle sighed as she walked in, seeming bored.

We all blended in nicely, if I do say so myself, as I had written detailed history behind us along with fitting positions. 'And to think, the day has only just begun.' I thought as I found a pencil on my desk and started writing up reports.

I found that with whatever situation your in, the TZC gives you the skills and know how to help you blend in perfectly. Meaning I knew exactly how to fill out the report in front of me.

A few members of Alpha Team were missing for the day, but that was most likely because they were on swing shift. Meaning 'us'; Elle, Brandon, Britt, and I, were taking their shifts for the day.

After Barry was finally done torturing Britt and she got her fax, she came and sat at the desk behind me. She was lightly smiling as she sat down. I turned around in my wheelie office chair and grinned at her. "So, am I the master or what?" I asked with a joking nature.

"I admit-this, this is really cool." She said as she sat her fax down. "I feel like I REALLY am a STARS Alpha Team member. I have the memories of working here and my past and everything. I even know what I'm supposed to be doing and how to do it. This is amazing!" Britt said, her tone being overly excited and ecstatic.

I grinned ear to ear now, happy to know she was enjoying herself. "I'm glad your enjoying yourself." As I said that Brandon sat at his desk right in front of mine and turned to me. He had an incredibly proud and happy smile on his face. "So, I'm guessing your enjoying yourself too?" I asked him.

"Are you kidding me! I'm not just enjoying myself! This is a blast!" Brandon yelled but then lightly blushed as he got looks and lowered his voice. "Chris says he thinks I've got a lot of skill and potential. He wants to give me some pointers at the shooting range later! Can you believe that? Me, getting pointers from The Chris Redfield!" Brandon explained as he tried to contain himself. "All of this is just so...so-"

"Amazing?" Britt said trying to help Brandon finish his sentence. She had her head propped on her hand as she slightly leaned over her desk while smiling at Brandon. I could only guess Brandon's sugar rush like happiness was effecting us all.

"Yeah! Exactly!" He exclaimed.

"Do you three not have something more important to be doing then talking amongst yourselves?" The sudden appearance of the purring voice cut all three of us off. We paused and froze, Brandon's face paled, I didn't see Britt's as I looked up to our...Captain.

He stood there, poised with a coffee mug in one hand, a newspaper in the other. He looked at me from over his sunglasses, I could see his ice blue eyes drill into me.

"Sorry Captain, we'll get back to work now." I muttered and quickly Brandon and Britt looked back to the work on their own desks.

"Good." Wesker nodded then was about to walk off before he stopped. I froze. "Another thing Miss Boyd, I'd like to see you in my office before you clock out today." And before I could give any excuse, Wesker was gone.

I sighed and heard Brandon 'Phew'. The three of us relaxed again.

We actually did a little work before it was lunch time. When it was time for our lunch breaks the three of us got up and headed to the RPD cafeteria.

"So what do you think Wesker wants to see you about?" Britt asked as the three of us walked side by side down the hall.

"A promotion?" Brandon piped in, he slightly laughed before he shrugged.

"Uh-hu." I also shrugged. "How am I supposed to know. All I did was write the scenario not the plot." I explained as I kept walking.

"So it's a mystery then?" Britt sighed.

"Yep." I added, nodding.

When we finally reached the cafeteria we saw Elle waiting for us. She waved to us and we all went to sit beside her. I sat directly in front of her and smiled. "Having fun?" I asked.

"Yes...and no." Elle stated as she folded her arms. "The paper work is boring and talking to Rebecca is like talking to brick wall." She explained. "But," She put up a finger. "The fact you made Billy my combat instructor and Leon my range buddy, well... that makes everything all better." She smiled evilly.

"Oh! I think I might be a bit jealous." Britt chuckled. "Both Leon and Billy?"

"Yep! She's an Elle sandwich." I said hoping my pun wasn't too bad.

Brandon laughed, Britt did too, but Elle glared at me while trying to stifle a laugh.

"That was horrible." She said.

"I know." I admitted.

After our lunch break we were all busy. Elle with Billy, Brandon with pointers from Chris, Britt with fixing the choppers with Brad, and me with finishing my report. Elle, Brandon, and Britt would get home before me, as I had to take both of Jill's shifts since she was visiting her father. I remember writing that the 4 of us lived in one huge condo apartment on the east side of Raccoon City. If I remember correctly I wrote it up to be extremely fancy and unbelievably comfortable. Like some 5 star penthouse.

I also remembered it was Britt's night to cook. I smiled, I'd never tasted Britt's cooking before.

The 4 of us also had different vehicles of our choice. I had a black motorcycle, a GR-4 I think. I had no idea what the others had because, as I said, it was of their own choice. TZC would have put it in not me. A fill in the blanks sort of deal.

Elle, Brandon, and Britt said good night to me as they left and I told them I'd be home in an hour or so.

"Good luck with Wesker Jamy." Britt had added as she left behind Brandon and Elle.

I rolled my eyes, as if anything like THAT would happen. I knew without Britt saying exactly what she meant. The two of us had worked together on several occasions.

I finished my paper work earlier and decided it was my time to clock out. I rolled around in my wheelie chair for a few minutes, hoping Wesker would leave earlier. But of course the blond workaholic didn't. So I sighed and put my paper work where it was supposed to go before clocking out and heading towards Wesker's office.

I took a deep breath before I entered. Wesker was there, sitting at his desk calmly, waiting for me. I walked in and shut the door behind me before entering.

"Please have a seat Miss Boyd." Wesker indicated to the chair in front of me and I sat. Wesker watched me from behind his sunglasses carefully. "Now, if I am correct you know Miss Matthews personally." Wesker waited for me to confirm this.

"Yes Captain." I nodded.

"Then, might I ask if you believe Miss Matthews is ready for active duty?" Wesker asked, now tilting back in his chair.

"Yes, yes I do." I nodded, wondering if that was all.

"Well then, if Miss Matthews is ready she will be taking your place on Alpha Team." Wesker informed me.

I was slightly shocked, yet not so much so that I'd gasp or express surprise.

"You will instead be my new trainee." I tilted my head and waited for Wesker to elaborate. "I will not always be around to serve as Alpha Team's Captain, I will need some one who is qualified and who has potential to take my place. I chose you." He answered.

"Oh!" I said as I finally understood. Then it hit me that I might be Alpha Team's new Captain. "OH!" I nearly fell out of my seat. "I-uh...thank you." Was all I could manage to say.

Wesker nodded, "You are dismissed then, Miss Boyd."

I then stood and saluted Wesker, "Thank you Captain! You won't regret this! I promise!" I yelled as I turned to leave, only to smack myself head first on the wall beside the door. I could literally hear Wesker face-palm.

(I know this isn't extremely funny yet but, it only just started! Trust me, the more we use the TZC the more crazy things will get. So as stated early, ideas are nice, cameos can be requested, reviews are a must, and where is Elle?)