The sky above Raccoon City had begun to darken, but inside the RPD station, Jill 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 and 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 more time," she muttered. "We were wrong and 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 these" He pulled out two stuffed duffle bags and opened them. Inside: ammo magazines, a modified Glock 19, encrypted radio, and a box with two syringes marked with Umbrella sigils—both cracked.
Jill blinked. "That sneaky bastard he was hiding so much from me." 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." 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 inside of 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 but missed. The creature dropped, tongue snapping forward, then a blur of movement.
A woman in grey tactical armor spun past Jill, knives 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 then 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. An 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?" "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 do you mean level this city?" "Nuclear strike. Four hours from now. Orders just came through on private comms. 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 and children, they can't just erase and cover it all up." Carlos was quiet for a second. " It wouldn't be the first time they done something like this but there might be one option. Get a cure and deliver it then make all of this public. Prove that containment isn't necessary."
"And if we can't?" Carlos said coldly. "Then we all fry." The room was silent. Jill turned to Marvin, Leon, and Claire. Her voice was steel.
"We need to get the people out of the city just incase. Find that cure and try to 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."