Resident Evil S.T.A.R.S Case Files #1. The Mansion Incident

The RPD. Three hours before takeoff

I remember the first conversation we had right before our shift was over.
"So you're telling me that bravo team gets to go have some fun out there and I'm stuck here doing paperwork?" I said jokingly with my other teammates.
There were seven of us including me, that number being narrowed down before dawn had broke the next day. Brad Vickers was our pilot, he was the average height at about 5'10 with brown hair and a chickenheart attitude. However he cared about us, more than I can say for one of us.

Chris Redfield and Barry Burton were both in the U.S. air force together they served in the same platoon before joining S.T.A.R.S. Jill Valentine was the only female member of our Alpha team. Joseph Frost, rest his soul, was our vehicle specialist. If we needed a place to go he would get us there somehow. And captain Albert Wesker.

"Oh please like you'd want to be out there?" Barry chuckled at me with his signature smile he would always give.
"Yeah I've heard it's been getting pretty bad out there," Brad chipped in while packing up his desk.
"Yeah well paperwork sucks," I said as my only defense.
If I had known what was going to happen I would have just stayed back and done the paperwork.

It was September, 1998 and I was 24. I had graduated from Westpoint academy when I was 20 and was offered a job at the RPD. That faithful day it had been 5:00 PM when I received the radio call.

"Well I hope your guy's day goes well after here," Chris said with a smile.
"Yeah my day has been shit not gonna lie," Jill said.
"It'll get better I'm sure," Chris said back.

Jill just shrugged and waved and said goodbye and left the office we had been cramped in for 8 hours up to that point. Eventually the rest of the group had left and it was just Barry and I. We said our goodbyes and I got to work on the paperwork I needed to finish. At around 4 PM I heard a knock at the door.

I opened it up to see a familiar face, Claire Redfield, Chris' younger sister.
"Oh hey Claire," I said. "What's brings you here?"
"Well I was looking for my brother, thought maybe he'd be here."
"Oh I'm sorry sweetie he left about an hour ago. He should've returned home by now shouldn't he have?"
"Yeah that's the reason why, I don't know where he is."
"Well he was in the military. I'm sure he's fine. And besides he forgot his watch, so I'm sure you can wait here until he comes back for it since it's so precious to him."
"Yeah, thanks."

So we waited for about an hour in silence until she broke it.
"Hey I've been meaning to ask you a question," she said looking up to me.
"Of course, what's up?"
"Would you, uh, like to go to dinner with me sometime?"

I was confused, I mean I had known Claire for awhile but I never thought of this.
"I mean I'd love you but I'd have to ask Chris about it, he's a good friend of mine after all,"
"I understand that, it's just that-

I heard my radio speaker begin to beep uncontrollably.
"Jeremy here, hello?"
"Grab your gear and get the helipad in 5 minutes," said Wesker on the other line.
"Copy that, be there soon," I said back and began to follow orders.
I grabbed my vest, cigarettes, my baseball cap, and my samurai edge that Robert Kendo made specifically for my liking.

"Who was that?" Claire asked me.
"Wesker. Duty calls, and I get the feeling I know where your brother is," I said back. "I have to go, get home and stay inside for me okay?"
She nodded and left. I grabbed Chris' watch before I left the office and I used to elevator to reach the helipad.