Monterey Mexico-
Ada pulled into the parking lot of a small, rundown hotel in Monterrey just as the sun was sinking behind the Sierra Madre mountains and parked under the sign. She looked around for somewhere to get a bite to eat then headed into the office. A short balding man was sitting behind the counter reading a magazine when she walked up.
"Necesito un cuarto por la noche." Ada said.
I need a room for the night.
The man looked up from the magazine and gave her a polite smile.
¿ "Permanece usted sólo?"
Are you staying alone?
"Sí"
Yes.
"Treinta dólares"
Thirty dollars.
Ada pulled out the money and handed it to the man and waited for her key.
"Gracias y tiene un buenas noches."
Thank you and have a good night
Ada smiled politely and headed out to her car and around to the trunk. She grabbed the duffle bag and closed the trunk and headed for room 309. As she walked to her room she could hear moans from some of the rooms she passed by. At a hotel like this they were probably hookers and not a loving couple on their honeymoon. She continued to her room and found that the door wasn't closed. She put the duffle down and pushed the door open with one hand as she unbuttoned her jacket and reached in for the .357. As soon as she entered the room her nose was assaulted by the smell of rotting meat. She took the safety off of her weapon with a twitch of the thumb and reached for the light switch. Flies were all over the room and from the look of it they had been there for a while. The trashcan was filled with rotten meat and Corona bottles.
'Doesn't this guy clean out his rooms?' She thought as she put the handgun back into the holster and went for her bag.
'This place sucks.' She thought as she started opening windows to clear out the smell.
She grabbed the trashcan and simply tossed the whole damn thing out of the window. The can was quickly followed by the torn cloth that was acting as the table cloth along with everything that was on it. The room was already starting to smell better but then a thought hit her and it sent a shutter down her spine.
'The bathroom.' She thought and looked at the closed door.
She walked to the door and slowly opened it and flipped on the light. Aside for a few empty beer bottles there was nothing else in the room except for the usual. And unlike the rest of the room the bathroom was clean. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the shower.
"I'll be seeing you in a few minutes." She said before heading back into the main room.
She was soon finished with throwing out all of the trash and had worked up a rather good sweat doing so. She had taken off her jacket set it on the back of a chair. Only one person walked past her open door during whole cleaning process and she was obviously a hooker judging from the clothes she was wearing. She looked in for another customer but seeing only a tall oriental woman with a handgun she moved on unconcerned with her. Ada walked to the door and looked out seeing that the hooker did find an new customer and was already heading into his room. She didn't want to listen to the commotion so she grabbed her jacket and headed for the small bar an grill that was across the street. Not too surprisingly the bar was filled with hookers and drunks. Some of witch looked at her when she walked in and some didn't care. She walked up to an empty bar stool and sat down.
"¿Hola lo que puedo obtener por usted?" A young woman asked.
Hello what can I get for you?
"Una cerveza y una hamburguesa si usted lo obtuvo." Ada said.
A beer and a burger if you got it.
"La espalda correcta con eso."
Right back with that.
The woman walked away and into the back room and came back a minute later with a beer and handed it to Ada and walked off again. Ada popped off the cap and sipped at the beer and looked around the place. There were a few guys that looked like they could cause trouble an any moment and from the looks of it each of them had a handgun in their jacket.
'Just what I need.' Ada thought. 'To get caught in a shoot out in a damn sleazy bar.'
She had just finished her beer when the woman came back with the burger and another beer. She set them both down and walked off without a word and started helping another customer. Ada looked down at the burger and it looked like a normal burger so she picked it up and started eating. It was a little dry but that was what the beer was for and soon she had finished and flagged down the woman and handed her a twenty and waited for her change before leaving the bar just as one of the guys in the back started yelling something about a double cross. She crossed the street and went up the stairs to her room and unlocked the door just as shots rang out from the bar. She looked back and saw several people run out of the bar including the waitress and run down the street.
Ada walked into the hotel room and closed the door making sure that the dead bolt was locked before heading towards the bathroom pulling of her shoulder harness and tank top as she went. She left her tank top laying on the carpet next to the shoulder harness and .357.She walked into the bathroom and closed the door. She sat on the edge of the tub and turned on the water and ran her hand under it until it was good and hot. Even though it was still hot outside the hot shower would be relaxing. Finally she turned on the shower and stood up and started sliding out of her pants and black panties and bra.
She may be a mercenary and cold at times but there was something about a hot shower that brought out the woman in her and she always liked that. She let the water fall on her back for several minutes just relaxing before grabbing the bar of sop that luckily was new and began washing the sweat an dirt of the day away. The only downside to taking a shower was when she ran her hand across the large jagged scar on her side that she got the first time she met Leon. It was a painful reminder of the events in Raccoon City eight years ago. She ran her index finger along the scar several times remembering the pain she went though when she learned that her boyfriend had died in the first incident and then the pain she felt when she left Leon to fight William Birkin alone and not knowing if he lived or not.
She hated thinking like that because it always made her cry, and this time was no different. She felt that familiar lump in her throat that no matter how hard she tried she couldn't swallow. And she felt the stinging in her eyes telling her that tears were on their way. She leaned her back against the wall and slowly slid down into a sitting position bringing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs. She looked straight up at the ceiling as the water continued to fall on her face hiding the tears in her eyes. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out before lowering her head and laying it in her arms and started to cry.
