After the Mansion Incident, the Umbrella executives gathered for an emergency meeting. The atmosphere inside the room was tense, heavy with unspoken fear and urgency. One thing had become painfully clear—the T-Virus outbreak could no longer be contained.
During the discussion, they all reached the same conclusion. Containment was no longer an option. The situation had already gone beyond their control. It was only a matter of time before the infection spread even further… possibly reaching the city itself.
Even so, they weren't ready to give up just yet.
Several countermeasures were proposed. Among them was the plan to detonate multiple facilities in the Arklay Mountains, wiping out all traces of the incident along with anything that could expose them. At the same time, a number of ongoing projects would be forcibly shut down to buy what little time they had left.
Desperate… but necessary.
Meanwhile, Spencer's whereabouts remained unknown. He had gone completely silent, offering no guidance, no orders—nothing. But in truth, it wasn't because he didn't know what to do.
He simply didn't care.
To Spencer, Umbrella was nothing more than a tool. Whether it stood tall or collapsed into ruin made no difference to him. Everything had already been calculated long ago. If Umbrella were to fall… then he would simply build another company from the ground up.
For a man with immense wealth and seemingly limitless resources, such a thing was trivial.
At the same time, far away in Europe, Sergei was already making his move.
He was in the process of relocating one of Umbrella's most critical projects—TALOS.
As long as that project remained under Umbrella's control, it served as a powerful deterrent. Even the United States government would think twice before making any direct move against them.
Back in Raccoon City, however, the situation surrounding S.T.A.R.S. was far from favorable. The official report released by the city and police painted a grim picture—the expedition had failed. Many members of the tactical rescue team were injured, and worse… Captain Albert Wesker was listed among the dead.
Naturally, this immediately drew the attention of the media.
Reporters swarmed, desperate to uncover the truth behind what had really happened in the Arklay Mountains. Too many things didn't add up. Too many questions were left unanswered.
But before anything could surface—
Chief Brian shut it all down.
With a single decision, he buried the entire incident.
S.T.A.R.S. was officially disbanded, its members reassigned as ordinary police officers, stripped of their status and influence. Just like that, the truth was sealed away… hidden beneath layers of lies and authority.
At the same time, access to the Arklay Mountains was placed under strict lockdown. The entire area was completely sealed off by the R.P.D., with no civilians allowed to enter under any circumstances.
Of course… this wasn't truly Brian's decision.
He was merely following orders.
Umbrella's orders.
And so, the truth remained buried in the darkness, just like the horrors that still lurked within the mountains.
Meanwhile—
Allen, who was currently lying peacefully in bed with his girls, didn't seem to care about any of it at all.
Completely relaxed… as if the chaos outside had nothing to do with him.
For now, at least.
...
In the underground laboratory, William was walking toward his lab when his assistant approached him.
"Dr. William, my condolences… I heard the news about your wife and daughter," Daniel said.
William simply nodded, as if it didn't matter. To him, there were far more important things he needed to focus on right now than thinking about his wife and daughter who had died.
Daniel, seeing his reaction, could only shake his head.
"Does this man really not care about his family? Then again… they never seemed that close. He's always buried in his research," he thought silently.
After a brief pause, Daniel walked away to continue his other tasks.
William, on the other hand, pulled out his phone—he was planning to contact the military to arrange when they could extract him.
....
In the morning, Allen was already awake as usual. There, he saw Svetlana cooking for him.
"Well, this is new. Are you the one cooking now?" Allen said as he walked toward her.
"What, do you think I can't cook? You'd better not get too close—be a good boy and wait over there," Svetlana said, telling him to sit at the dining table.
"Tsk, fine," Allen replied, giving up his intention to tease her.
Seeing his reaction, Svetlana almost laughed.
Honestly, she didn't really mind if Allen decided to "eat" her instead—but at least for their first night, she wanted it to happen somewhere special.
And definitely not in the kitchen.
In the afternoon, Allen, Alyssa, Athena, Rebecca, Jill, Karena, and Svetlana went to a bar—it seemed Enrico wanted to hold a farewell gathering since S.T.A.R.S. had officially been disbanded. They were seated in a private room on the second floor, and the place was fairly quiet.
"I still can't believe that bastard Brian really disbanded our team, and he even forced us to take a vacation, saying the S.T.A.R.S. members are suffering from trauma and hallucinations," said Enrico, already drunk.
"Hahaha, come on, Captain. At least we still get paid well while we're on vacation," said Joseph, clearly enjoying the idea of some time off.
"I told you before, it's pointless reporting anything to that man," said Allen, taking a sip of his beer.
At that moment, Barry arrived with his wife and two daughters. He looked a bit on edge, still traumatized and afraid that his family might be kidnapped again—so now, wherever they went, he kept a close watch on them.
"Hey, sorry for making you all wait?" Barry asked.
"No, come on, join us. Sit and have a drink," said Allen, moving aside to make room for him.
Meanwhile, Barry's wife, Kathy, and their two little girls, Moira and Polly, joined the other women at a separate table.
"Pretty rare to see you bring your wife here—you even brought your two daughters along," Allen said.
"Yeah, well, can't be helped. I still get nightmares lately… I even keep my gun by the bed, though my wife's been complaining about it," Barry said with a sigh.
"It's okay, man. They're safe now," said Chris, understanding Barry's situation well.
"Alright, since everyone's here, I want to give you all something as a farewell gift for our team," said Allen as he pulled a suitcase onto the table.
When he opened it, inside were several bracelets identical to the one he wore.
"What's this, a bracelet?" asked Joseph, touching one before putting it on.
But suddenly, the bracelet activated—and Joseph's clothes instantly transformed into a tight combat suit that covered his entire body.
"Ahhh… WTF!" Joseph yelled in shock.
"Hahahahaha!" Allen burst out laughing at his reaction.
"Allen, what is this thing?" Enrico asked curiously, ignoring Joseph, who was still flailing around while everyone else laughed at him. No matter how hard he tried to pull it off, the suit wouldn't budge—it was incredibly strong.
"Well, this is a combat suit I've been developing. You remember the last mission, right? The girls and I were wearing the same kind of suit. It can withstand blunt force, explosions, even high-caliber gunfire," Allen explained.
Joseph finally stopped struggling and stood up. "Hey, Allen! Why are you only giving us cool stuff like this now?" he said, half-joking, half-serious.
"Come on, Joseph. At least we made it out alive last time," said Edward, still grateful to be alive—and that Allen had managed to save his arm.
"Ah, sorry about that," Allen said with a small smile. "This was just a side project of mine, so I didn't mass-produce it."
He then went on to explain the suit's functions and capabilities in detail.
"Take one each—and if you have family or someone you care about, take an extra for them," Allen added, glancing toward Barry.
"Thank you, Allen," Barry said sincerely. With this, he felt he could finally protect his family better, easing a bit of his paranoia.
Meanwhile, Chris looked down at the bracelet in his hand, thinking he might take two—one for himself, and one for his sister, Claire.
All the S.T.A.R.S. members thanked Allen for the gifts he had given them.
"Thank you, Allen. We owe you a lot. If you ever get into trouble or need anything, don't hesitate to call us," said Enrico.
"Yeah, same here—don't forget to call me too," Barry added, and the others echoed the same sentiment.
"Alright, alright… Oh, by the way, what are your plans from here on out?" Allen asked with a smile.
"We're planning to reach out to the main S.T.A.R.S. branch in New York for help with this case," Enrico replied.
"Yeah, we're hoping that way the whole thing can finally be exposed," Chris added.
Allen then looked at the others. "As for me, I think I'll leave this city and start a new life and career somewhere else," said Edward, apologizing as he still seemed somewhat traumatized by the Mansion Incident—especially after everything that happened to him.
"You should take my advice and get out of this city as soon as possible. Barry, you should also take your family and leave while you can," Enrico said firmly.
"Oh, if any of you are looking for a new job, I can offer positions at my new offices in New York and L.A. Don't worry—the pay's really good," Allen said casually.
"L.A? Well, my wife's always wanted to live there anyway, so I guess I'll take you up on that," Barry said, clearly interested in Allen's offer.
"Of course. Just contact me once you arrive—I'll give you the office address then," Allen replied.
"What kind of office are you planning to build there, anyway?" Chris asked curiously.
"I'm planning to open a food supply warehouse. Well, later on, I might also develop new business ideas—like online shops and such," Allen said, remembering his past life working as an online delivery courier.
"So, Allen, what about you? What are your plans from here on out—are you leaving the city too?" Chris asked.
"For now, no. I still need to investigate a few things here," Allen replied while glancing toward Jill, Athena, and Rebecca, who were playfully spending time with Moira and Polly. The sight made him smile.
"Well, it looks like for now, I'll focus on getting them out of the city first. I don't want them anywhere near danger," Allen said.
Chris followed Allen's gaze and just smiled, shaking his head. He couldn't help but think how different Allen's love life was compared to his own.
"Well, I really admire you, Allen," said Joseph, giving him a thumbs-up.
Enrico, hearing Allen's words, suddenly got an idea to divide the tasks.
"In that case, how about we split up our duties? It'll be difficult for us to sneak around and investigate Umbrella since we're probably being watched right now. I have a plan to investigate one of Umbrella's other branches," said Enrico.
"In that case, I'll try to look into one of Umbrella's branches in Europe," said Chris while glancing at Joseph.
"Hey, don't worry, I'm not leaving my partner behind—I'm going with Chris," said Joseph.
"Yeah, let's use our so-called 'vacation' as a cover to investigate Umbrella. That way, they won't get suspicious," added Kenneth.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Enrico decided to stay in the city for a while to wait for a response from headquarters, while the others planned to go to Europe. The remaining members, those who were still injured or had families, decided to leave the city to find a safer place for their loved ones.
.....
After leaving the bar, Allen escorted Athena and Jill to the helicopter pad, accompanied by Alyssa, Rebecca, and Svetlana. Lupo was already there waiting for them.
"Be careful on your trip," Allen said, kissing Athena, Lupo, and Jill before they boarded.
Not long after, the helicopter took off, leaving the city behind.
As for Rebecca, she still refused to leave. She wanted to stay by Allen's side, no matter what. Even though Allen tried to persuade her to go, it seemed her decision was final—and there was nothing Allen could do about it.
And as for Alyssa, she said she was still busy here and felt safer staying by Allen's side—so Allen had no choice but to give up on that as well.
And when he watched the helicopter disappear into the distance, Allen finally turned and headed back to his apartment.
.....
Meanwhile, in L.A., Excella had just arrived and was now driving a luxury car toward a seaside mansion—the place where Raviel and the other girls lived.
After her identity was verified, the mansion gates opened, and she was allowed to enter by Bertha, who was currently on guard duty.
"You can wait here," Bertha said, motioning for her to sit in the living room. She didn't seem too fond of the girl, finding her rather arrogant.
Bertha then went inside to inform Raviel about Excella's arrival.
"Thank you, Michaela," Raviel said as she stood up. "Hey, Aphrodite, Hera—want to come along?"
"Of course," they both replied in unison.
After that, they walked together toward the living room to meet the guest.
Excella, who was sitting comfortably on the sofa, couldn't help but feel amazed when she saw the three stunningly beautiful women approach her. They took seats on the sofa across from her, and Excella quickly stood up to introduce herself.
"So, what's your purpose in coming here, Excella?" Raviel asked, her voice graceful and melodic.
"I want to discuss a business plan with Allen, so I'd like to meet him in private," Excella said, trying to leave a good impression on the women—after all, she knew they were Allen's wives.
"So you're planning to go to Raccoon City? Are you sure? You know things there are a bit chaotic right now," Raviel said.
"Yes, I don't mind. As long as I can continue my business with him, I'll do whatever it takes," Excella replied. In truth, she had been under pressure from the Travis family lately.
"Whatever it takes?" Aphrodite asked, clearly intrigued by her response.
Excella nodded. "Yes, whatever it takes."
"Good. In that case, why don't you come with me?" Aphrodite said with a mischievous smile—clearly planning something.
Thirty minutes later, Excella was already starting to regret that decision.
She was now acting as a masseuse for the women, kneading Aphrodite's back while wondering how she had ended up like this. But she had no choice—if she wanted to meet Allen, she had to accept whatever tasks his wives gave her first.
"Ahhh, yes… right there. Your hands feel really good," Aphrodite sighed, clearly enjoying the massage as Excella continued working on her back.