After a few tense moments, the heavy metal doors of the barracks swung open. A tall, imposing man with a cold, intimidating aura stepped out. His footsteps echoed ominously across the concrete, and the moment he appeared, every BSAA soldier snapped into a rigid line. His presence alone commanded an almost fearful respect.
Lester watched as the man's sharp, almost predatory gaze scanned the soldiers. His face was a mask of stone, betraying no emotion.
"I'm Commander Graves," the man announced, his deep, gravelly voice cutting through the air like a blade. "I'm in charge of this operation, and I don't tolerate failure. We're facing a threat that is spreading faster than we can contain, and it's not just killing people—it's turning them into something far worse."
Lester felt an involuntary shudder as Commander Graves continued, his words chilling and direct. The weight of the situation became all the more real under the command of a man like Graves, who seemed to embody the ruthlessness required to combat the horrors they were facing.
"We've been tasked with two objectives," Graves continued, his voice unyielding. "First, we stop the outbreak in the United States. Second, we gather every scrap of intelligence we can on this virus—its origins, its mutations, and how to kill it. We need answers, and I expect nothing less."
Graves's boots echoed as he paced in front of the soldiers. His eyes bore into them with a cold, unwavering intensity. "We're dividing into teams. Each team will have a leader and four members. Your mission is to contain this outbreak and report back with any intelligence. This isn't about playing hero—it's about survival. And let me make one thing clear: failure is not an option. Do I make myself clear?"
A collective "Yes, sir!" rang out, though Lester could feel the unease among the soldiers.
Lester's mind spun. He had been chosen to lead one of these teams, and with Commander Graves at the helm, the pressure to succeed felt overwhelming. He had no choice now—he was in this for the long haul, and under Graves's command, there was no room for error.
Commander Graves stopped pacing and turned to his side. "Lieutenant, give out the team assignments," he ordered in his gravelly voice. His assistant, a stern-faced lieutenant, stepped forward with a clipboard in hand.
Lester could feel his pulse quicken as the lieutenant began reading off the names. One by one, soldiers were assigned to different teams, each led by a chosen captain. As the list went on, Lester found himself silently praying that he wouldn't be in charge. He wanted to help—he came here to save people—but the thought of leading a team through this chaos made his stomach churn.
The lieutenant continued calling out names, but when he paused, Lester's heart stopped.
"Lester Redfield," the lieutenant called, his voice clear and firm, "Captain of Team Alpha."
Lester froze, the words hitting him like a shockwave. Captain? He hadn't expected to be in charge, let alone of a team called Alpha. Before he could process it, the lieutenant continued.
"Your team members: Williams, Frederick, Jason, and Ali."
The four names echoed in Lester's ears as he looked around, spotting the men who were now under his command. Williams was tall and muscular, with a no-nonsense look about him. Frederick had a more tactical build, sharp eyes glancing around, as if he were always calculating something. Jason, younger and more energetic, stood with a nervous edge, while Ali, calm and composed, gave a nod of acknowledgment when their eyes met.
Lester swallowed hard. This was it. His worst fear had been realized, and now he had a team—a team that would be looking to him for leadership. He had no choice but to accept it.
Commander Graves stepped forward, his eyes locking onto Lester. "Redfield, you've been chosen for a reason," he said, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "You've got your orders, Captain. Don't make me regret putting you in charge."
Lester stiffened, his mind racing as the weight of responsibility settled heavily on his shoulders. He nodded slowly, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of thoughts swirling inside him. "Understood, sir."
With that, Graves dismissed the groups, and the reality of his new role began to sink in. He was no longer just a soldier—he was Captain Lester Redfield, leader of Team Alpha, and the lives of his team now depended on him.
As soon as the lieutenant finished assigning the teams, the glass devices in each soldier's hands flickered to life. Lester glanced down at his, and a familiar face appeared—Ray, the advisor who had initially briefed him.
Ray's voice came through clearly. "Welcome, Team Alpha, to the BSAA," he said, his tone calm but authoritative. The screen showed Ray's stern expression as he addressed Lester and his newly assigned teammates. "From this point on, you are no longer just soldiers—you are part of the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance. Your mission is clear: stop the outbreak and gather crucial information about the virus. But first, there are some things you'll need."
Ray paused, and the display shifted to a map of the base. "Proceed to the armory to collect your gear. You'll be issued specialized equipment, including your new uniforms, which have been outfitted with the BSAA logo and the Alpha Wolf insignia—symbolizing your team's role in this operation. Once geared up, your glass devices will be fully activated, giving you access to mission updates, communications, and tactical data."
Lester felt a strange mixture of pride and apprehension as he glanced at the emblem Ray mentioned—the image of a wolf howling, with the letters "Alpha" beneath it, stamped alongside the BSAA logo. The responsibility of leading Alpha team weighed heavily on him, but the gear felt like a mark of his new role, whether he was ready for it or not.
Ray continued, "This device will also serve as your lifeline. It will provide real-time updates on the situation as it unfolds, tactical advice, and immediate communication with command. Use it wisely."
Lester nodded, even though Ray couldn't see him. The weight of the device in his hand felt heavier now, knowing it would play a crucial role in the survival of his team—and perhaps in stopping the outbreak.
As Ray's image faded from the screen, Lester turned to the rest of Alpha Team. "Alright, you heard the man. Let's get our gear."
The team made their way to the armory. Inside, they were greeted by other BSAA personnel, who handed out their new uniforms—dark, tactical clothing bearing the BSAA logo on the right shoulder and the Alpha Wolf insignia on the left. The material felt sturdy, designed for both combat and survival in harsh environments.
As Lester pulled on his new uniform, the insignia caught his eye once more. The image of the wolf was striking, a reminder of the strength and unity they would need as a team. Around him, Williams, Frederick, Jason, and Ali were also suiting up, each man falling into the gravity of the situation.
Once they were fully dressed, Ray's voice echoed once more from their glass devices. "Your mission starts now. Be prepared for anything, and trust in each other. Alpha Team, you are the frontline."
Lester took a deep breath, glancing at his team. They were ready, and despite the uncertainty still gnawing at him, he knew there was no turning back.
"Let's move," he said, leading Alpha Team into the unknown.
As Lester finished adjusting his uniform, the glass device in his hand buzzed again, the screen lighting up with Ray's face. His expression was as serious as ever, and the tone in his voice left no room for doubt about the gravity of what was to come.
"Team Leader Lester," Ray began, "your mission has been assigned. You and Alpha Team are being deployed to Raccoon City."
Lester's heart skipped a beat. Raccoon City. The name alone stirred a deep sense of unease—it was the epicenter of the original viral outbreak back in 1998. The city was synonymous with terror, and the mere mention of it sent a chill through him.
Ray continued, "Your objective is to investigate the old police station. There have been reports of a new bioweapon surfacing in the area, something that resembles the Nemesis Project, which was believed to have been neutralized in 1998. Your glasses will guide you—providing a historical overlay of key locations as you move through the city. The target areas will be clearly marked on your map."
Lester felt the weight of this new mission settle heavily on his shoulders. Nemesis—the creature that had terrorized Raccoon City decades ago. If there was another one like it, the situation was far more dire than he'd realized.
Ray's voice was steady as he gave more details. "You'll be fully outfitted with everything you need. Our team at the base will provide you with transport and an arsenal of bioweapons, rifles, sniper rifles, shotguns, grenades—anything you require. This mission will demand nothing less than your full firepower and strategic thinking. You'll need to be prepared for anything."
Lester looked around at his team—Williams, Frederick, Jason, and Ali. Each of them wore the same grim expression, but there was a flicker of resolve in their eyes. They knew what they were getting into, and even though the odds seemed overwhelming, they were ready to follow him.
Ray's image faded for a moment, but before disappearing completely, he left one final warning. "This won't be easy, Lester. Raccoon City is no ordinary place, and the things that happened there in 1998 are not fully buried. You'll need to stay sharp. Trust your team, and trust your instincts. Good luck."
The screen went dark, leaving Lester staring at the empty space where Ray's face had just been. For a moment, there was silence as the weight of the mission settled in.
"Well," Lester said, finally breaking the quiet, "we have our orders. We're heading into Raccoon City. Let's gear up and move out."
With that, the team made their way toward the transport waiting for them outside the base, where their vehicle was stocked with everything Ray had promised. The sight of the advanced weaponry—bioweapon rifles, sniper rifles, shotguns, and a vast array of explosives—reminded them just how dangerous this mission would be.
As they climbed into the vehicle, Lester glanced down at his glass device once more. The map of Raccoon City flickered into view, the police station marked as their destination. His mind raced with memories of everything he'd heard about the city, about the horrors that had unfolded there. But now, he wasn't just hearing about it—he was going there.
He gripped the steering wheel, the engine roaring to life.
"Alpha Team, let's head out," Lester commanded, determination in his voice. They had no choice but to confront the nightmare awaiting them in Raccoon City.