-:- Chapter 5 -:-

When I opened my eyes, Julian opened the cash register and took the money that was inside. "What are you doing?" Jorge asked.

"Taking the cash. What does it look like?" Julian said.

"What do you need cash for?" I asked.

"What do you mean, 'what do you need cash for?' simple, when I get out of this fucked up town, I'm going home and I need some cash."

Jorge slammed his hand on the cash register before Julian was able to fully take all of the money. "You know. I'm taking a hint that you really aren't an officer of Umbrella X. Your training is horrible and your conduct is worse. I've seen better rookie umbrella officers better than you."

Julian gave him a stern look. "So what If I'm not a Umbrella X officer."

"So you admit that you're not a Umbrella X officer." Jorge said, closing the register on his hand. Julian gave a little yell and pulled back, dropping all the money that was in his hand. He gave Jorge a hard look and tackled him to the ground. I sat up quickly in my seat, "Julian! Stop!"

He didn't. I watched them fist fight. One punch after another. I didn't know what to do. I stood up and knocked down my handgun. (Should I?) I moved toward behind the counter and held the gun at Julian's head. He stop fighting and laid still on his hands and knees on top of Jorge. "Get off of him, Julian."

He turned a little but i held the gun closer to his head, "Just get off. Don't look at me, just get off." He laughed, "Sugar Fox, Its not like you're going to shoot me. You don't have the heart." he said.

I gulped, pressing the gun toward his neck, letting him feel the cold steal. "You're hurting my friend. I will shoot."

He laughed again, "Zombie's were going to eat his head off. yet, you didn't shoot them." I looked at Jorge, who was looking at me. I gulped again, "So what. They were dead already. You're not. So just get off of him, and everything will be okay."

Sweat was covering his forehead. He's been like that for a while. Even when he was in the car he was sweating. But it wasn't hot enough to make a person sweat. (Is he sick?) I thought. "Look, get off of him already."

"What if I were happy like this. What if me being like this made me day." He said. both me and Jorge put a look of disgust. Jorge lifted his magnum and slammed it against Julian's temple. Julian fell side ways, hitting the side of his head on the back room door. Shaking, I put my gun on the counter. Jorge stood up, gave me a quick hug, whispered "thanks" in my ear. He then looked at Julian with a hard look and grabbed his collar. "Alright, you little shit. Tell us who you are and what do you want?"

Julian laughed, "Just forget it. I'm an Umbrella X officer who got away ok?"

"Really? In truth, tell us who you are."

Julian sighed. I grabbed my handgun again, pointing at him slightly. "Alright... you want to know the truth?" Julian asked, scratching his leg. (Why does he keep doing that?) "Yes." Jorge said.

Julian gave another sigh and continued talking, "Alright. ok, I may not be an officer of Umbrella X inc. But I know everything there is to know about Umbrella. I used to live in Raccoon city, well, before all of the things happened to it. I left because I became a janitor at an Umbrella building here in San city. Then, Umbrella went out of business. But when the new Umbrella opened up, I jumped for a chance to well, I guess, get my old job back. I know, a janitor isn't the best thing, but shit, the pay was awesome." he gave a little laugh when he said that. I laughed to for some reason. He scratched his leg again, continuing to talk, "well, they wouldn't give me my job back. It was a new Umbrella. Umbrella X. I wasn't suppose to be part of it. So i was kicked out of the client office and when I was walking toward the elevator, some guy shot a Umbrella X officer in the head and ran off. Everyone ran after the guy, leaving the dead cop on the floor. I figured, hey, might as well take the uniform. So I did. And I changed on my way down the elevator and out the front door. So that's how I got the uniform and lied about who I was. You happy now?"

Jorge and I looked at Julian with a strange look. (He went through all of that trouble to be a janitor... talk about a joke.) Jorge was still suspicious, "I don't believe you."

Julian looked at him, desperately scratching at his leg, "Fine, don't believe me then. But its the truth."

"Why do you keep scratching your leg?" I asked.

He looked at me, "It itches... Uhh... This uniform has a weird material. I think I'm allergic."

"Idiot." Jorge said. I laughed. But then, the "allergic" could be believed... I think. I moved away from them and sat back down in my stool. Julian stood up, "I'm ok now? No one's going to kill me?"

I laughed, "You know, you sound a lot different now that we know who you are... supposedly."

Jorge laughed too, "She does have a point."

We continued to laugh, "Alright. Okay. Just stop." he whined. He went into the back room and closed the door. (Probably tired...again!) I thought. I looked at Jorge as moved around he counter to sit beside me in a stool. I smiled, "You know. You sound a bit different too."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well, all the time I knew you, you were a bit shy and you sounded like... well... like a teenage boy, "He gave me a weird look and I laughed, "you did, you sounded like a teenage boy, although you're 20. You're 20 right?" He nodded, "Well, then yeah. You did. And when all of this happened, and you admitted you were once a soldier or something like that, I guess, you sound more manly. You look more manly too. You look and sound like... well... a soldier. Well, you do in my eyes."

He smiled. "Thanks Fox."

I smiled too. I opened a jar on the counter and grabbed a wrapped candy bar, taking a bite. "Oh. Are you hungry?" he asked me.

I nodded with a smile, " Yeah I am."

He smiled and went to grab one of the book bags. He pulled out a bottle of water and a can of soup, "There's a microwave in the back room. I'll go heat it up." I smiled as he walked into the back room. - I don't know now. I keep staring at him. I mean, when I first met him, I thought he was annoying, then nice. But now, I don't know. Its not like I ever felt anything for him. Or did I? Why am I so confused?

Jorge came out with a large bowl of soup and to plastic spoons and a smile. I smiled too. He placed the bowl of soup between us and sat down in the stool next to me. I grabbed one of the spoons in his hands and took a spoonful out of the soup. It felt good to finally eat something. He smiled at me, "So Fox. I never asked but, why do they call you fox?"

I put my head down, "Chief gave me that name when I was small. Maybe I was 9, but it was when my mom was arrested for possession and I was with her. Except, I was the one who ratted her out. So he called me a fox, because foxes are clever and I was clever enough to rat out my own mother. But now, Chief's dead. You told me he was. So I guess living up to the name he gave me is enough for now."

"Oh, I'm sorry for bringing it up then."

I wiped a tear from my eye, "No. Its ok. I knew someone would ask sooner or later. Never thought it would take that long for someone to ask."

I gave Jorge a small smile and he smiled back. He took a drink from the bottle of water and handed it to me. I took a drink and saw that he was eyeing me. " Fox?"

"Yeah?"

"can I tell you something?"

I laughed, "You sound like that teenage boy image you had. But, go ahead, tell away."

"I love you."

I stared at him as I swallowed a harsh gulp of water. "You what?" I said, gasping.

"I love you, Fox. I loved you since i booked you up for harassment when you were 17. I always thought you were cute. But that day, you were crying. And I swear, Foxy, I saw into your soul in a way. You weren't so different from me. I mean, sure, I've seen bloodshed. But... you have too in your own way. You lost your mom, you have an abusive father. Yet, you're still strong. And that day, when you cried and I held you for the first time, I just felt, I was never going to let anything happen to you. ever."

I felt blush rise up to my cheeks. That day that I first cried in front of him, was the day our friendship really started. I looked at him, he was waiting for me to say something. But I didn't know what to say. He put his hand on my hand, and I felt myself blush even more. "Fox," he said, "You don't have to love me back. But I figured, if i didn't tell you, and I died or something, you would never know."

I blushed even more. Before I could even think. I jumped into his arms and gave him a hug. "Jorge. I've always thought you were cute. Always. I steadily grew to like you a little, but every time I thought i did, I had a boyfriend. But even though i did, every time the guy would hurt me. it would be you defending me. And even after this, I was confused. But, because of you admitting your love...Jorge... I love you too."