RExP

Viridian City, Kanto Region

Subject is a young male, name Ash Katchum (verified by school id)

Narrative:

So I rolled into town to find a vet. I had broken this hamster thing out of a whacky professor’s lab back home and wanted to take it to a vet. So, I get close to the Nurse Joy Vet Clinic, and these whack jobs attacked me. They tried to get their mutant cat to kill Pikachu… Oh I named the hamster “Pickachu” since it would squeak out “Pika pika” over and over. So anyways, this girl in some sort of supervillain outfit knocked me out with the butt of her gun while her buddy tried to shoot Pickachu. He almost hit their cat multiple times. It was like they were talking to each other, the cat thing and the guy with the blue hair. Eventually I manage to push over the girl with a broken broom stick in the trash and scrambled out of there grabbing Pickachu while the crazy guy with the gun was distracted by his partner falling ontop of him. That’s when I came to see you. The cat? Damnedest thing, it was like it got shocked from jumping on Pickachu’s back, like the little hamster was broken extension cord or something.

What did they look like?

The guy was about five foot ten, wearing some sort of spandex like suit with army pants over them, a vest, boots, gloves, a gasmask and the blue hair. Any emblems? Yeah, a red “R” over an octagon split up with a red cross and a white cross. The Girl was about five, ten as well, but seemed a smidge taller, black boots that went up over her knees, a black body suit like you see in superhero movies, a short skirt that looks like it was made out of army pants… I don’t know girl’s fashions, she had a vest like the guy, gloves that went all the way up her arms, a face mask… like those ones you see on the airplane safety videos, and her long purple hair in a pony tail.

(Officers note: “Pickachu” is a rodent of unknown type, about a foot in length, yellow fur with brown stripes on the back and an odd shaped long tail. The firearms are looking to be Glock type pistols and a Mini-14 like carbine.)

Jill Valentine’s apartment

Jill sat on her couch sipping her coffee while Chris was messing with the TV’s controls to hook it up to the WIFI. IT was one of those smart TVs. Jill didn’t trust it, but it was supposed to let her access those movie streaming services right on her TV.

“What was the password for your WIFI again?” Chris asked.

“Let me see,” Jill said as she put her mug on the coffee table and reached for the tan note book, “It should be…”

Like many former members of the military, both Jill and Chris had gotten in the habit of carrying around a small notebook to keep track of things. It was a habit that was reinforced during her time as a police officer before the Racoon City incidents. Last year, Barry had found a company that made water proof paper notebooks and had gotten some for Chris and Jill for Christmas. Jill had grabbed Chris’ instead of her own and was smirking as she opened it up and found a picture of her in a wetsuit from the time they went SCUBA diving together.

“What’s this? A picture of your girlfriend?” Jill said holding up the Polaroid photo.

Chris’ face was beet red when he turned around.

“Ah…” Chris stammered.

“I got admit, that was a fun trip and worth keeping memories of,” Jill put Chris’ note book down but kept the photo in her hand, “This wetsuit really shows off my figure.”

Jill got up and walked towards Chris.

“You looked great in it,” Chris smiled.

“Funny I seem to remember you being rather impatient to get it off of me,” Jill chuckled.

They both laughed and started to lean into each other for a kiss. The moment was ruined as both their pagers and Jill’s phone started beeping. Instinctually Chris reached for the cordless phone on the coffee table and picked it up. Their beepers all had Barry’s office number on it.

“What’s up Barry?” Chris asked.

“Chris?” Barry started laughing loud enough for Jill to hear over the handset, “Doing some team building with your partner? When should we expect invitations to the wedding?”

“Barry, Jill asked me to help her with her new TV,” Chris put his free hand over his face.

“Is that what you kids are calling it now,” Barry’s laughter only got louder at his own joke.

“Barry, you helped us load the TV onto my truck,” Chris gasped.

“That was two days ago!” Barry spat between laughs, “When you get your clothes on, meet me outside.”

The phone disconnected. Jill walked to her window and looked down at the street outside. Barry was there standing by his SUV. He honked his horn and waved at Jill.

“With Friends like him…” Jill muttered.

“Kind of defeats the purpose of keeping a low profile,” Chris groaned.

*

Operations Briefing room, PABS headquarter

David Trapp and Clive O’Brian stood at the front of the squad room, Rebecca Chambers was sitting on a table to one side, Carlos Olivera and John Andrews sat on another. Jill went to join Rebecca as Barry and Chris went to a free table behind Jill and Rebecca.

“Where are the rest of the Teams?” Trapp called.

“On their way Captain,” John smiled as he looked up from his cellphone.

John Andrews had been under David Trapp when he was the captain of the Caliban Cove Police STARS detachment. The British ex-patriot had never been one for formality with his closest people, but John liked to get away with calling him Captain while all of the new people called him ‘Director Trapp.’ It was no secret that Trapp was looking to retire soon and with the Umbrella Labs in the Caucus Mountains shut down, and the impeding judgements against Umbrella by the US Courts over Racoon City, not to mention every other country sanctioning them as well, it was going to happen sooner rather than later. Clive O’Brian was the unofficial heir and was already working to organize the replacement agency for this one. One with more international cooperation and support. The sound of people from the hallway got Jill’s attention. The twenty troopers from the Squads marched in and took places behind the tables around the sides of the room.

“Reporting as ordered Director,” Mavis, the senior of the two squad sergeants saluted.

“Alright, relax lads,” Trapp said with his British accent, “We have an incident that came to our attention in the Kanto Special Economic Region. It is a series of islands between Japan, Korea and the Russian Siberian Coast. This thing seems to be at the heart of the trouble.”

An overhead projector came to life and an image of a yellow sort of hamster, rat thing with brown markings and a tail that looked like a cartoon lightning bolt was projected behind the director.

“Now reports from people on scene indicate that the boy was attacked by another unidentified animal and two operatives wearing NBC combat gear and Umbrella patches,” Trapp said, “We will be sending two groups, a small investigation element and a support team if things get… interesting.”

Trapp looked around the room, but everyone stayed quiet and still. He could see some of the squad members wanted to be in the investigation element, but it was already clear to everyone who would be the detectives and who would be in the Paddy Wagons.

“This is an all volunteer operation, I won’t send anyone against their will,” Trapp said, “So speak up now.”

There was a heavy pause and then Carlos Spoke up.

“Ah… I am up for a fight, but I am pretty sure there are warrants out for me from my last visit to Kanto,” Carlos ran his hand throw his hair, “So, I am going to make this easy for everyone and just step back.”

People looked at him as he got off the table and walked to the back of the room.

“I know you folks have forgiven me for a lot of my past, but I wasn’t exactly a saint even before I joined Umbrella,” Carlos said, “But if it goes Racoon City all over again, I will be ready with my rifle!”

“Hopefully it doesn’t get to that point,” Trapp said while nodding, “No shame in admitting your failings. Anyone else?”

Rebecca raised her hand.

“What is my priority?” The Biology specialist asked.

“I need you with me,” O’Brian said, “The FBC has developed a new MO of having their eggheads speak techno-babble until I just give in and tell them to do what ever they want. So, I need someone smart enough to call them out.”

“I still want your opinion on the biological data that has been sent over,” Trapp said.

“Sure thing,” Rebecca smiled.

“Anyone else?” Trapp asked.

A hand was raised in the back, Xavier, a recent recruit.

“Ah sir, my wife wants me to visit her parents this weekend, so how soon can we get going to the other side of the world?” Xavier spoke up.

There was a round of chuckles.

“What? They are pretty clear that they hate me when I am visiting them with my wive, can you imagine going out there on my own? I will take the monsters thank you very much,” Xavier said.

“They wanted their daughter to marry a Doctor, not a door knocker,” one of the other squad members said aloud.

“Speaking of which,” Trapp interjected, “Your head maybe full of stoned, but next time use the battering ram we bought, not your head, those helmets are expensive.”

That got another round of chuckles.

“Did everyone see that picture?” Xavier asked aloud.

Jill snorted.

“Your wife sent me a copy of that picture,” Jill said, “And commented about how you call her thick headed.”

That got a round of laughs from everyone. Trapp let them chuckle for a bit before waving for everyone to settle down.

“Alright, Valentine and Redfield will be the investigation element,” Trapp started giving instructions, “Burton and Andrews will each be leading a squad for the Calvary detachment, Burton will take the direct-action squad and Andrews will have his people establish security. You will be staging from a Japanese Coast Guard Station about an hour by Helicopter from the islands.”

“I’ll take the Rhinos,” Berry said looking at the back.

“Alright Wolves, we will be the blockers,” John said.

“One thing,” O’Brian said, “Valentine and Redfield, we got some forty cal Two-Twenty-Nine DAK pistols for you. The rest of you draw the 74s and forty cal pistols. The local authorities are prohibiting us from using the same ammo as they issue in the event they have to do after action investigations.”