The sky above Raccoon City had begun to darken, but inside the RPD station, Jill Valentine stood firm, briefing Leon and Claire as best she could. The makeshift situation room in the east wing was buzzing with chatter, gun checks, and first aid patch-ups. The pressure in the air was palpable.
Jill sat across from Leon and Claire, her sidearm resting on the table as she leaned forward.
"Here's everything I know so far."
She started with the Spencer Mansion. The horrors they faced there. The betrayal by Wesker. How Chris and Barry went dark during government-backed operations in Europe. And how everything traced back to Umbrella.
"We thought we had time," she muttered. "We were wrong. The outbreak came too fast."
Claire listened quietly, her hands folded, absorbing every word. Leon, meanwhile, opened his duffle bag and pulled out a few pieces of gear.
"I made it to Jasen's apartment after I arrived," he said. "It was trashed—walls cracked, furniture scorched. Looked like a war zone. But I found this."
He pulled out a small black case and opened it.
Inside: ammo magazines, a modified Glock 19, encrypted radio, and two syringes marked with Umbrella sigils—both cracked.
Jill blinked. "That sneaky bastard."
Leon chuckled. "Had a whole stash hidden behind a false wall."
Claire smirked. "Guy sure knew how to keep secrets."
Jill took the spare Glock, checking the weight. "Well, I can't say I'm mad. But he better explain everything when I see him."
Marvin entered the room then, his uniform stained, expression tired but determined.
"We've got groups moving through the west corridors. Officers are holding off the infected but... we've got leaks."
Jill stood immediately. "Let's go."
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Within minutes, Jill, Leon, and Claire were moving in formation down the south wing. Civilians huddled behind makeshift barricades. Screams echoed from the floors above. Blood smeared the walls.
The outbreak had breached the station.
Jill shot an infected officer square in the head just as it lunged from a broken window.
Leon moved fast, clearing hallways and barking commands. Claire followed closely, clearing stairwells with steady, well-placed shots.
They reached the main atrium when a shriek pierced the air.
Jill turned just as a licker crawled across the ceiling.
She fired. Missed.
The creature dropped, tongue snapping forward—
Then a blur of movement.
A woman in grey tactical armor spun past Jill, twin blades gleaming.
She cut the licker cleanly in mid-air. The creature hit the ground, twitching in a pool of its own blood.
Behind her, another soldier appeared, hurling a small charge that vaporized a second licker clinging to the wall.
The room went silent.
"Who the hell—?" Jill began.
The lead woman turned, flipping her blades effortlessly before sheathing them.
"Echo Six. We're Spec Ops—D.C. Division. You're welcome."
The man next to her gave a slight nod. "Orders said to find high-value survivors and special targets."
Jill frowned. "Special targets?"
Before they could respond, Jill's radio crackled.
"Valentine? You read me?"
She froze. The voice was unfamiliar, but the tone was urgent.
"Who is this?"
"Carlos Oliveira. Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service."
"An Umbrella mercenary is calling me right now?"
"Look, I'm not your enemy. But you need to listen. The government... they're gonna level this city."
Jill's stomach dropped. "What?"
"Nuclear strike. Four hours from now. Orders just came through. No one on the ground was supposed to know until twenty minutes before it hits."
Jill looked at the Echo Six members. Their silence told her everything.
"They're confirming it, aren't they?"
Carlos answered grimly. "Yeah. I'm sure they are. They're gonna frame it as an accident or containment measure."
Jill clenched her fists. "There are still hundreds of civilians here. Families. Children."
Carlos was quiet for a second. Then: "There might be one option. Get a cure. Deliver it. Make it public. Prove that containment isn't necessary."
"And if we can't?"
"Then we all fry."
The room was silent.
Jill turned to Marvin, Leon, and Claire. Her voice was steel.
"We get the people out. We find that cure. We stop this."
Leon nodded. "Let's do it."
Claire whispered, "Four hours... that's not much time."
Jill narrowed her eyes, already planning.
"It'll have to be enough."