“You cannot simultaneously prevent and prepare for war.” - Albert Einstein
The constant buzz of a busy office filled the ears of B.S.A.A. member, Chris Redfield. People were squawking about as they rushed through a crowded office. Reports were piling in of latest B.O.W attacks and extremists causing outbreaks within the city walls. It was no different back home in the states as it was here in Italy. Although Rome had been one of the first places to lockdown, there were still leaks into the city streets that were dealt with quickly. Chris sighed as he grabbed a piece of paper, adjusting the light so he could read the contents. It was information on a potential candidate for a covert mission. The subject in question was a man by the name of Ezrael Hawke.
He specialized in sniping and had a few years’ worth of marine experience, something that could come in handy for this particular mission. His sniping skills at least. There was another: Dmitri Yanukovich. Another B.S.A.A. member stationed nearby. He wasn’t anything special, but his KGB training and VDV training might prove useful. Farah, his daughter, would also be attending this group. She specialized in discreet kills, much like Ezrael’s sniping skills, but her talent was nothing compared to the older man’s training. Liam, his nephew, would also be a part of the group. The boy just didn’t know when to give up, but he had potential. A particular file in hand brought a slight wave of relief over Chris.
It was the file of Jason Greaves. The man had experience and would make a great leader for the squad. In a way, Jason reminded Chris of himself back when he was younger. Chris knew should something happen, the group would be in capable hands if Jason was leading them. Then, there was Sarah Reich. A woman capable of being calm and direct. Although she had little years in the B.S.A.A., she came to Chris highly recommended. He knew she would be an addition to the team that would prove to be valuable should something happen to Jason.
He would assemble the team he thought would do the job right the first time. And with the people in mind, he reached for his phone and dialed a number. His secretary would take care of all the remaining details as he glanced over a particular file: Aaron Muller, son of deceased operative Jake Muller and Sherry Birkin. He was the only lead that they had at finding the subject, but something didn’t seem right to Chris. Then again, at sixty-seven years old, not much would seem right with him after the years of Bioterrorism. He sighed, running a hand through his grayed hair and sat back, hands folded beneath his chin as he stared at his lamp.
Farah Redfield
The cool breeze felt nice against the hot skin of Farah Redfield. The humidity was driving her crazy as she stepped lightly through the foliage. She didn’t want to draw noise to her group as various B.O.W.s roamed the streets that was once Guangxi. Mainly, it was its previous inhabitants that roamed around, moaning a serenade into the night as they sauntered for flesh. Her current mission was to eliminate the cause of the organic weapons manufacturer. It would be nice for the small city to be sterilized again and create homes, safe homes for its inhabitants that were still alive.
Before she knew it, the mission had been a complete failure and she was on a plane to Rome. Chris Redfield requested the presence of six people, including herself and her cousin, for a covert mission. She sighed, running a hand across the newly acquired scar as she thought of her mission. Her entire group failed to kill one man, and since he escaped, she lost two of her teammates: Jakob Newman and Zhou Wei. The two were still grunts, new to the B.S.A.A., and she failed to keep them safe. She promised them that the mission would be easy, that their target was small and insignificant. She was wrong.
Liam Redfield
A smirk adorned the face of Liam Redfield. He was in the midst of a gun fight with the J’avo, his favorite as he’d called them. He pulled his pistol close to his chest before blind firing above him, catching a few on the shoulder and caused one to spark into flames before becoming encased in a cocoon like substance. He cursed to himself before throwing a hand grenade over his shoulder. It was a smoke grenade, allowing himself the camouflage he needed to escape. He jolted down the hill slope and cursed as his foot got caught in a crate. He tried to shake it loose before he dodged the oncoming knife attack from a J’avo. He twisted the holder’s arm and brought his gun up to the J’avo’s head before releasing a few rounds into its thick skull.
“Sorry guy’s, as much as I’d like to stay and chat,” Liam began as his phone vibrated. He glanced at the message and smiled. “But apparently duty calls me elsewhere,” he finished as he released a few rounds before tossing another grenade into the midst. With the distraction, Liam managed to withdraw from Thüringen and was now on a flight to Rome. It wasn’t long before his flight landed and he made his way towards the B.S.A.A. headquarters, searching for his uncle as he did so, however; a flesh of golden brown hair captured his attention.
“Anyword from your old man Farah?” he stated as he patted his cousin on the shoulder, only to have his arm twisted behind his back in a painful manner. “Ow, what was that for?!” he nearly shouted as he rubbed his shoulder. Farah merely shrugged.
“Don’t you read your messages,” she retorted as she made her way through the building, trying to find her father’s office. It wasn’t long before she did and the secretary (she couldn’t remember her name) ushered Liam and Farah, along with five other people, into the small office.
“Sir,” a voice snapped Chris out of his stupor as he turned his attention to the source. The woman stood at his door, papers in hand as she pushed up her glasses. “They’re here,” were the only words Chris needed to hear as he stood, nodding his head as he acknowledged her declaration. He motioned for her to send the group in. As soon as he did the briefing, the sooner the mission could begin. What exactly it was that made the subject they were after so special to Umbrella, remains a mystery. It couldn’t be because of her relation to Albert Wesker, or her father, Jake Muller. Or could it? So many questions were racking his brain that he failed to notice his group appear inside his office.