"Well?" Ada asked, obviously interested in Helena's story and not quite ready for her to stop telling it.
"Well, we're stopping because we need gas and the only thing in my stomach is that drink from the bar." Helena replied, pulling into a gas station. "Anyways, you would not believe how shocked I was when Leon said that. I thought he'd take me in, but fight for me through the legal system. I never thought he would take me on the run."
"I'm surprised that Leon said that too…I always though he was too much of a boy scout to think of doing something like that." Ada said, climbing out of the car to stretch her legs.
Helena quickly filled the car up, not exactly sure what she was putting in the car. Ada, on the other hand, went to go look around the gas station. When Helen joined her, they found themselves staring at a pitiful assortment of food.
"I…guess I could just grab some chips or something?" Helena said, turning away from the decrepit sandwiches, but Ada shook her head.
"In that car? No…There is a small place I saw over there though." Ada pointed through the window to a café.
"But will it be safe?" Helena asked, a little nervous. Being out in the gas station was worrying enough, she didn't want to go and sit down and have someone recognize her face.
"Oh, it will be fine. Look at this place; do you really think they pay much attention to American news?" Ada brushed off Helena's worries, before getting into the car to move it into a parking space. "Now come on, I'm hungry for some more of your story. You can talk and eat, right?"
Helena snorted. "Yes, but if I'm eating in a little place like that, I'm taking my time, savoring the food. I haven't had anything god to eat since…well, since before Tall Oaks and China." Helena paused.
"Deborah had taken me out for dinner…. Just a little thing we did every once in a while. Italian, I think."
Ada didn't say anything as they headed over to the café, and as they entered, everyone turned to look…at Ada. They were quickly ushered to a table, and Helena let Ada order something for her.
"Uhm…What's with all the staring?" She asked, once the waiter had gone.
"Well," Ada started, "You know how I…ran into Leon here?"
"Ran into? He told me that you put a gun to his back…a few hours after saving his life." Helena retorted, raising an eyebrow.
"So he told you everything, then?" Ada sighed, before continuing. "Anyway, after I left Leon to get Miss. Graham back home safely, I stopped in this little town for a spell. I…well, I won't go into detail, but I caused a bit of a stir. They know my face."
The waiter quickly returned with two glasses of fizzy water and a small basket of bread rolls, which Ada gratefully accepted.
As Helena reached for one of the rolls, Ada took a quick sip of her water. "That's not to say what I did was illegal…just big and showy. So don't worry, we're not going to get arrested or anything."
"Which is a relief, because these rolls are the best thing I've eaten in weeks." Helena said, finishing on and reaching for her glass. "So, Leon only told me a little bit about Spain. He glossed over a bunch of areas, excluding when he was talking about you. So I don't actually know a lot about why you were there."
As the food arrived, and was consumed, Ada told Helena some about her reasons for being in Spain.
"Wesker…Wesker…I know that name but I'm not sure why…Well, it's Jake's last name, but I doubt you were working for him." Helena said, polishing off her plate. Somehow, Ada had done all the talking while they ate.
"Albert Wesker…A moron, really. He was responsible for Redfield and Valentine taking up arms against Umbrella, and got himself killed in Africa." Ada too was finished her meal, and waved the waiter over. "And I wasn't truly working for him….he was merely the means to an end, but that's not important." She said as she pulled out a credit card from her coat.
"Of course…that couldn't have made Chris like you any more if he knew, huh?" Helena said, watching Ada convers with the waiter in Spanish, before standing. "I guess we'd better keep going then?"
For the first time in a long while, Helena felt good. She had good food in her stomach, she had company who wasn't going to turn her in, or at least she hoped Ada wasn't going to turn her in, and she didn't feel like crawling under a rock and crying until everyone went away. But as soon as they stepped out of the comfort of the café, the worried feelings returned.
"Agreed. But now it's your turn to talk again," As they exited the café, Helena cast a worried eye around her, waiting for someone to pop up and haul her away.
"They are not going to find you here, Harper. Listen, the first rule is to act like you belong. If you act all skittish and scared like you are now, then you're going to attract more attention to yourself." Ada finally said, before making her way to the car.
Helena shook her head a little, before following after. It was hard to act like she belonged when she had spent most of her time hiding since China. With a sigh, she slid into the car with Ada, and prepared to continue her story.
"Anyways, so we're all standing there, and I'm gaping at Leon…"
A/N: I'm sorry. This is a horrible chapter. Absolutely horrible. But I didn't want to look at it anymore, s it's getting posted, sorry. The next one should be better, and I'll probably come back and update this…later :I