| "The name is Rebecca Chambers, but that's Officer Chambers to you!" |

Raccoon City, nighttime.

To say that one dreaded the assignment to Raccoon City - or as the International Investigations Agency called it, the Raccoon City Federal Containment Zone - was the understatement of a lifetime. Even years after the ebbing of the worst waves of the T-Virus pandemic, the area was still a chaotic mess; rife with zombies, zombie corpses, fire and rubble, wild animals, corpses, traces of the virus, and the overall sense of terror and despair that came with watching over such a sundered region.

Many of your colleagues - and you as well - would prefer presiding over the likes of the Moonlight Acres Federal Containment Zone (at least the nature was enough to distract you from the Woodcrawlers and Skinwalkers) or even the SCP Site-17 Federal Containment Zone (where there was a balance of anomalies one could play with and dangerous anomalies) than something as messy as this.

Unfortunately for you, you had drawn the short stick - and so you went to Raccoon City.

You were a member of the International Investigations Agency, the world’s foremost international intelligence agency. Established to deal with the growing issues stemming from the Umbrella Corporation’s various incidents, the Agency soon became a force to be reckoned with, stirring fear amongst the corrupt and the criminals of the world - as much as it stirred admiration in the rest of the world. Like many others, you joined for pure prestige - and the years had straightened you out, transforming you from a vain, power-seeking casanova wannabe to a sharp and knowledgeable, yet friendly agent.

And now here you were, at Raccoon City - the very place where Umbrella Corporation was birthed, and the very place Umbrella destroyed first in their mad pursuits of “science”.

As you disembarked your convoy, you were immediately welcomed by the IIA’s liaison on Raccoon City - Rebecca Chambers.

Rebecca Chambers was a name many IIA men were familiar with - albeit not as much as, say, Jill Valentine. Still, she was renowned - brave, intelligent, and beautiful, with a history of successful missions to boot - so her joining you was like a dream come true.

She looks at you, and smiles.

“So you must be the man from the IIA,” she says warmly, extending her hand. “Rebecca Chambers, Special Advisor to the BSAA. Nice to meet you.”