Ok I'm right back on it i wish i could get more feedback on this but maybe if i update it more frequently it will at least show the dedication behind it. I figured if i don't get started on it now and asap it would be that much longer before i could update.

Carlos

He was in the middle of a meeting with some comrades inside one of their hideouts. It was a small apartment but the lady who lived there was a member of the ALF. One of the rebels who was actually born in America, a boy named Miguel Figueroa was explaining who the BSAA was to the comrades and that they were not here to take sides in the war. Carlos was not sure how this bright eyed Puerto Rican boy who looked younger than he had been when he first encountered zombies, new about this but he wondered how he found out.

Miguel said, "Ellos no están afiliados a la CIA tampoco. Ellos trabajan para las Naciones Unidas. Ellos sólo quieren poner fin a estos monstruos que se han publicado aquí. Lo sé porque me encontré con algunos de ellos. Salvaron mi culo y me salvaron ellos."

(They're not affiliated with the CIA either. They work for the United Nations. They just want to stop these monsters that have been released here. I know this because I encountered a few of them. They saved my ass and I saved theirs. )

Pedro did not like this. "Y usted creyó esos cerdos yanquis? Estaban mintiendo! Además todo el mundo sabe que cuando se llega a esto, los Estados Unidos tiene la ONU por los huevos. Por supuesto que te dijeron lo que quería escuchar lo que usted no disparar!"

(And you believed those Yankee pigs? They were just lying to you! Besides everybody knows that when it comes down to it, the United States has the U.N. by the balls. Of course they told you what you wanted to hear so that you would not shoot them! )

Paula tried to calm the rebel down. "Tal vez él está diciendo la verdad? ¿Por qué si no le han ahorrado a todos? Podrían haber dejado morir. Le han disparado," (Maybe he is telling the truth? Why else would they have saved him at all? They could have let him die. He's been shot. )

Carlos was not sure who these BSAA agents were Miguel had run into but he had an idea. He just wondered if he knew that he himself was infiltrating them? Granted, in most ways, Carlos agreed with just about everything the ALF's stance had politically. He knew this was often a crisis many agents faced when infiltrating a group in question.

They often went rogue and identified with the people they were out to stop. This wasn't entirely the case. Long before he had ever been involved in the BSAA or the UBCS he was part of La Causa. He agreed with the ALF's stance that all of the Americas should be liberated from the wealthy, the government, the colonizers, and be returned to every respective Indigenous tribe and people.

The only thing he could not agree with, if indeed they were involved with it, was B.O.W's being used in warfare. He had seen that shit far too long. He had seen many of his friends die when his platoon was deployed to Raccoon.

Pedro reasoned, "Tal vez sólo lo salvó para que puedan bajar la guardia? A quién coño le? Si están con la CIA y eso es lo que quieren, entonces ellos se han ganado su confianza suficiente como para conseguir que baje la guardia! Lo siguiente que sé, que haya fantasmas arrastrándose por nuestros culos!"

(Maybe they only saved him so that they could lower his guard? Who gives a fuck? If they are with the CIA and that is what they want, then they have earned his trust long enough to get him to lower his guard! Next thing you know, we shall have spooks crawling up our asses!)

Pedro continued, "Creo que tal vez, los puertorriqueños de Nueva York no se puede confiar. Tienes demasiado de Tío Sam en sus cabezas. La idea de la liberación debe asco ¿no?" (I think maybe, Puerto Ricans from New York can't be trusted. Got too much of Uncle Sam in their heads. The idea of liberation must disgust you doesn't it?)

This enraged Miguel. He aimed his Assault Rifle at Pedro and shouted, "Tal vez usted es el único que no se puede confiar! Sigues acusando todo el mundo de traición tal vez usted está cubriendo sus propios secretos!" (Maybe you're the one who can't be trusted! You keep accusing everybody else of treason maybe you are covering your own secrets!)

Pedro snickered. "Incluso tiene un arma que los estadounidenses utilizan. ¿Cómo sé que no eres enviado para infiltrarse en nosotros? ¿De dónde sacó un arma, tal amigo?" (You even have a gun that Americans use. How do I know you are not sent in to infiltrate us? Where did you get such a weapon, friend?)

Carlos stepped up and tried to calm down the situation. "Hermanos, por favor, no vamos a pelear entre nosotros, eso es exactamente lo que el enemigo quiere que hagamos. Quieren que nos acusamos mutuamente de ser los lunares y los informantes después tomamos el uno al otro de manera que en el momento en que se envían en un equipo después de nosotros, que ya han causado que ayudemos a destruir a nosotros mismos!"

(Brothers, please let's not fight among ourselves that is exactly what the enemy wants us to do. They want us to accuse each other of being moles and informants then we take each other out so that by the time they send in a crew after us, they've already caused us to help destroy ourselves!)

Armando, the wild one seemed to agree with that. "Sí, estoy de acuerdo con Carlos. Además, Pedro, tomaría más de una infiltración justo para dejar de todos modos! Esto puede haber sido donde nos empezamos el ALF pero es en el sur de y América Central también. Incluso he oído que está en Cuba, la República Dominicana y América del Norte. Tenemos que estar unidos más que nuestros antepasados nunca fueron. Si hubieran sido un frente común por toda la tierra, no podríamos haber perdido a los ingleses, españoles, franceses y los gringos."

(Yes, I agree with Carlos. Besides, Pedro, it would take more than one infiltration just to stop us anyway! This may have been where we started the ALF but it is in South and Central America too. I even hear it is in Cuba, the Dominican Republic and North America. We must be united more than our ancestors ever were. If they had been a united front all over the land, we might not have lost it to the English, Spanish, French, and the gringos.)

The ALF member from Mexico, Paula also said, "No te olvides de los portugueses en Brasil también," (Don't forget the Portuguese in Brazil as well.

Carlos sighed. "Ustedes querían saber quién soy? Para los que no saben, crecí en un lugar llamado Mixcóatl. Era un lugar limítrofe Colombia, Perú y Brasil, pero técnicamente aún estaba en Colombia. Pero volvamos al colonización comenzó, que era una zona gris. Los españoles y portugueses intentaron colonizarla. Los portugueses nunca lo hizo. Fue fuera del país que habían robado .. El español, que lo hizo. Así que por un largo tiempo, nuestro pueblo estaba tratando de sobrevivir y mantener nuestras costumbres, incluso cuando la iglesia católica y los españoles trataron de matar nuestro espíritu".

(You all wanted to know who I am? For those who did not know, I grew up in a place called Mixcoatl. It was a place bordering Columbia , Peru and Brazil but technically was still in Colombia. But back when colonization first started, it was a gray area. The Spanish and Portuguese tried to colonize it. The Portuguese never did. It was just outside the country they had stolen.. The Spanish, they did. So for a long time, our village was trying to survive and keep our customs even when the Catholic church and the Spaniards tried to kill our spirit.)

He continued and the other rebels listened to what he had to say. "En los últimos años, con la modernización del siglo 20, por lo que llamó a la independencia, el gobierno estaba torcida. El hecho de que nos dieron la ilusión de independencia no significaba que era. Columbia estaba en la agitación. Los carteles se hizo cargo y durante mucho tiempo, un hombre despiadado gobernaron el país, pero sobre todo nuestro pueblo. A Criolo nombrado Javiar Hidalgo. Durante años, en los años 90 luchamos contra esa droga tráfico hijo de puta. Tuvimos peleas contra incendios, insurrecciones, pero no fue suficiente. Él controla el gobierno y tenía más dinero de lo que nunca hicimos. Siempre fue capaz de reemplazar a las tropas que matamos. Por lo general, no podía. Cada pérdida es una pérdida grave. Nunca vimos a nuestros guerreros como ampliable ".

(In recent years, with the modernization of the 20th century, and so called independence, the government was crooked. Just because they gave the illusion of independence did not mean it was. Columbia was in turmoil. The cartels took over and for a long time, a ruthless man ruled the country but especially our village. A Criolo named Javiar Hidalgo. For years in the 90's we fought that dope peddling son of a bitch. We had fire fights, insurrections but it wasn't enough. He controlled the government and he had more money than we ever did. He was always able to replace the troops we killed. We usually could not. Every loss was a serious loss. We never saw our warriors as expandable.)

He closed his eyes briefly, remembering the bad things that had happened and said, "Hemos intentado en muchas ocasiones para matarlo. Una vez incluso le dispararon! Pero sobrevivió. Más tarde, se envió en un ataque ofensivo y mató a la mayoría de nuestros compañeros. Pensé que era el único que sobrevivió. Me vi obligado a huir del país, pero más tarde me reclutó a los estadounidenses a unirse a los UBCS. Si yo hubiera sabido que Javier Hidalgo participó con Umbrella, nunca me hubiera unido. Así que fue enviado a Raccoon City y vimos lo peor Umbrella tenía."

(We tried on many occasions to kill him. I once even shot him! But he survived. Later, he sent in an offensive attack and killed most of our comrades. I thought I was the only one to survive. I was forced to flee the country but later I was recruited by Americans to join the UBCS. If I had known that Javier Hidalgo was involved with Umbrella, I would have never joined up. So I was deployed to Raccoon City and we saw the worst Umbrella had.)

"Más tarde destruyó nuestra aldea. Mató a todo el mundo, debido a que el virus se libera. Él utiliza una de Umbrella del virus tenían. Él estaba tratando de salvar a su hija de la muerte, pero sacrificó la vida de muchas personas para hacerlo. Oigo ese mismo año, una pareja de estadounidenses lo llevó a cabo. Ojalá hubiera sido yo! Le debía una bala por todos los muchos indios que mató a la Amazonía. Formó parte de la deforestación allí también. Yo solo no se enteró hasta años después de que él ya estaba muerto."

(He later destroyed our village. He killed everybody due to the virus he released. He used one of the virus's Umbrella had. He was trying to save his own daughter from dying but he sacrificed the lives of many people in order to do it. I hear that same year, a couple of Americans took him out. I wish it had been me! I owed him a bullet for all of the many natives he killed from the Amazon. He was part of the deforestation there too. iI just didn't find out until years after he was already dead. )

"Debería haber sido el que tiene que matar a ese Supongo que al final, estoy contento de que alguien lo mató. Es muy gracioso, yo no estaba allí cuando él estaba arruinando nuestro pueblo para bien pero sonaba mucho a algo que haría que se sentía como si estuviera allí."

(I should have been the one who got to kill that I guess in the end, I'm glad somebody killed him. It's so funny, I wasn't there when he was ruining our village for good but it sounded so much like something he would do that it felt like i was there. )

Carlos sighed having felt like he had just told his whole life story. In a way he had. First there was the struggle, then the brief amount of time he was a merc, and now BSAA. He was thirty six years old. What a life...he thought as he contemplated the fact that he didn't have any wife, any kids, anything really. He was just like many people from his neck of the woods that had gone to the US. He had worked so hard only to have nothing. The difference was, even if most died broke they at least had a wife and several kids.

Armando spoke up. "Eso es, carnal. Me alegro de haber escuchado su historia. La lucha está en tus venas al igual que la sangre de un guerrero," (Right on, carnal. I am glad to have heard your story. The struggle is in your veins just like the blood of a warrior. )

They further talked about the BSAA presence in Puerto Rico. Finally it was and a few others were out on patrol government soldiers. Armando was on point. As they walked in silence around the perimeter of the place they had met up, Carlos thought of Jill. Sure, he had been friendly to her after seeing her just now but in many ways he somewhat resented her.

In the time that the man she truly did have feelings or, Redfield, had gone off to find his sister in Europe, Carlos had stayed with her. Over time, of course she had called it off as she wanted to date Chris. From what he had heard from other agents was that she was withdrawn now, more reclusive. She had even shut Chris out, apparently This was something he never expected. Back in 99' he would have jumped at the idea of her being estranged from Redfield but now was nother story.

She had basically rejected him for the man she loved and there was nothing wrong with that but then he didn't know what it was at this point he'd had with the Americana woman. If his parents had been alive, they would have flipped out and shat bricks if they'd known he'd ever hooked up with a gabacha, a white woman. He thought to himself as he thought this, They aren't around anymore but deep down he knew this was not true.

After a few times when he had slept with Valentine, the spirits of his parents had appeared to him, possibly in a dream as that was only way they ever could but the dreams always felt too real to be dreams. Maybe they connected with him when he was just outside his conscious mind state? "¿Qué crees que estás haciendo, hijo? A dormir con el enemigo ahora? ¿Te has olvidado de dónde vienes?" His mother had asked him.

(What do you think you are doing, son? You sleep with the enemy now? Have you forgotten where you came from?)

Carlos had just thought at the time that was just mami being mami. He thought the same of his father when he contacted him in dreams. Sometimes it was just one, sometimes it was both. "Ella no es el enemigo, mamá. No todos ellos son la misma. Es complicado, no tengo a nadie más. Era vunerable y yo estaba sola."

(She is not the enemy, mama. Not all of them are the same. It's complicated, I have nobody else. She was vulnerable and I was lonely.)

His father had appeared to him during that same vision the first night he and Jill had slept together. "Esto es fácil de decir para ti, Carlos, pero usted es un hombre joven. No has aprendido plenamente los caminos del mundo todavía. Si te gusta esta mujer no hay nada que podamos hacer ahora para detenerte, pero ¿de qué va a servir? Nuestros usuarios en el sistema como mixto como es. Incluso aquellos de los nuestros que se mezclan con otras culturas tienen la obligación de mantener a nuestra tribu fuerte. Usted acaba de tirar eso por una mujer? ¿Qué pasa con la lucha? Queríamos descolonizar esta tierra. No puedes decir que eres un guerrero nativo si te acuestas con una mujer como ella."

(This is easy for you to say, Carlos but you are a young man. You haven't fully learned the ways of the world yet. If you like this woman there is nothing we can do now to stop you but what good will it serve? Our people are already as mixed as it is. Even those of our people who are mixed with other cultures have an obligation to keep our tribe strong. You would just throw that away for one woman? What about the struggle? We wanted to decolonize this land. You cannot call yourself a native warrior if you sleep with a woman like her.)

Carlos said to his father in a loud voice, "Papá, no es tan simple. ¿No te importa lo que yo quiero? Tú eres mi padre te debe querer que yo sea feliz," (Dad, it is not that simple. Don't you care what I want? You are my father you should want me to be happy.)

Despite the raising of his voice and harshness of his tone, the fair skinned naked woman who lay next to him did not stir. "Por supuesto. Pero usted piensa que esto es lo que quiere y tal vez no es más que parte de ser un hombre está pensando en lo que necesita y no lo que quieres. Tu madre y yo murieron en la lucha, y para él. Tal vez demasiado temprano, pero por lo menos cuando nosotros morimos que sabíamos dónde nos paramos!" (Of course. But you think this is what you want and maybe it is but part of being a man is thinking about what you need and not what you want. Your mother and I died in the struggle and for it. Perhaps too early but at least when we died we knew where we stood!)

Carlos shook his head at his deceased parents at the time. "¿Cómo puedes hacer suposiciones acerca de Jill cuando ni siquiera la conoces?Estoy siguiendo mi corazón!"

" (How can you make assumptions about Jill when you don't even know her?I am following my heart! )

His mother sternly scolded him, "Cariño, no estás pensando con el corazón o con la cabeza alta. Estás dejando que tu cabeza más baja pensar por usted y esta ha sido la perdición de muchos grandes hombres de la historia. Incluso usted sabe esto."

(Sweetie, you are not thinking with your heart or your upper head. You're letting your lower head think for you and this has been the downfall of many great men in history. Even you know this.)

His father backed her up saying, "Está a una mujer que es corazón pertenece a otra persona. Ella ama a un hombre, pero tú no eres ese hombre. ¿Crees que estamos siendo mayoritaria o intolerantes, pero esto no es cierto. Sólo queremos lo que es mejor para ti, hijo. Si usted camina hacia la puesta de sol con esta mujer, que va a cumplir su espalda en el pasado. ¿Qué podría usted y ella tienen en común? ¿Qué se puede incluso hablar? Debido a que ya no se limitan al mundo físico que conocemos más cosas y podemos ver su corazón. Puede que no sea el mal, pero ella no es la mujer para ti. Yo sólo digo porque me importa. Es mejor si usted escucha para que evitar dolor de corazón. Incluso si se trata de amor y no deseo que sientes por ella, esto no va a ser suficiente para ella. No es sólo la cultura es principal."

(You are after a woman who's heart belongs to somebody else. She loves a man but you are not that man. You think we are being controlling or intolerant but this is not true. We just want what is best for you, son. If you walk out into the sunset with this woman, that will be turning your back on the past. What could you and her have in common? What would you even talk about? Because we are no longer limited to the physical world we know more things and we can see her heart. She may not be evil but she is not the woman for you. I only tell you because i care. It is better if you listen so that you avoid heart ache. Even if it is love and not lust you feel for her, this will not be enough for her. It isn't just culture it is principal. )

Carlos snapped out of his though trying to stay in the moment. That was some creepy shit to see though,. even after all he had already seen in his life growing up in a war zone. Nobody could get used to the sight of their dead parents talking to them about their sexual partners. There had of course been a time he had been in love with Jill even when he knew she loved Chris Redfield but these days, he loved her less and less.

He had been hardened by battle, the loss of fellow BSA members, rejection, other failed relationships, and above all, what he had been through during his time with the ALF. The South American branch had people infiltrating them long before the North American branch had any knowledge of such a group existing. At one time,he considered his parents just being stubborn but now in a way, he could see how they were right. Still,he remembered that first night with her as if it were only yesterday.

1998

They had been holed up at the same Hotel in New York City for a few weeks now. They had kept in touch, and had been around each had agreed they were just friends and it was to be a platonic friendship. After those weeks had been up and months went by, Carlos had spent all that time cramming away researching as much as he could on the company he had worked for. He was pissed that he had been used. At least back home where he came from, though a life there seemed impossible and likely was, at least he had known where he stood.

He had known what he was fighting for. Here, in America, it was confusing. She was meeting up with this guy she was supposed to be having dinner with. From what he had gathered from phone conversations the two were more than friends. He didn't want to get in the way. So now, he was at a public library in downtown Manhattan. He knew they would be closing up in fifteen minutes.

He read the computer's findings on Umbrella and a lot about what they were about as far as what their goal was. He also read all the bullshit they were spewing as far as a cover up for the explosion of the city, ultimately the destruction of the mid western town. "Accident at a nuclear plant my ass, cabron," He hissed.

He knew the truth. Him and Jill had narrowly survived it. He did not want to think about the brunette woman right now so he tried to focus on when and how he was going to get revenge. He also wanted to eventually, return home to Columbia, start a new, get the struggle going strong again. It wasn't the first time government forces had crushed uprisings by Indian peasants and wouldn't be the last but still he knew they had to push toward the end. For a revolutionary, this was either victory or death.

He gritted his teeth at the thought of the president even being in on it. Then again, maybe that dumb bastard had no idea about the truth himself. There was know way to know everything behind it all. He thought of Mikhail. Man he was going to miss that guy. He was a good guy, a good leader. When they were losing a lot of good men when they tried to stabilize the city, at one point, him and several other UBCS soldiers, seeked shelter in an abandoned warehouse to rest up briefly before carrying on. They were greatly overwhelmed even for a 120 man platoon.

So when his Captain actually happened to have contraband, some booze courtesy of that asshole Nicholai, and Mikhail actually had a bag of marijuana. "Was saving this for a rainy day," He had said and Carlos was surprised that the Russian smoked. "But it's pissing cats and dogs out there as they say in this country. A couple of you rookies look too shook up."

One grunt, a man named Randy, who Carlos had become friends with, asked, "Won't that shit make us pacifist, Captain?" The man shook his head. "You are a soldier, yes? A medicinal pant will not kill your survival instinct. Besides, I do not think our friend in uniform has much to say on the matter."

They had laughed as Mikhail was referring to a dead officer on the ground who died of a self inflicted gunshot wound after being bitten himself. As Carlos thought of his dead comrade he hoped that if there was a heaven, and God he hoped there was, that he was up there drunk as a fucking monkey and smoking shit.

His parents too. Especially his parents. They had been martyrs in the struggle. Sure, they had killed people but that was the nature of war. People always died.

Just then, he got a page. It was Jill. With that, he got off and went outside. He found a payphone nearby and fished in his pocket for some quarters. He gave her a call. "Hola, mija? What's up? You rang?" Jill told him, "Yeah, um listen so you know I'm busy tonight and I've gotta head out the door in twenty minutes as soon as Chris calls but...would you mind bringing me that file we were looking at earlier? There's some stuff I need to go over in the morning."

Carlos's heart sank. It was like insult to injury to ask him to come over to her place when she was about to have dinner with her boyfriend or whatever the hell this Chris asshole was to her. They were supposed to be meeting up after the time they'd been apart when he went to Paris and she had went to Raccoon City. Still, he wanted to be a good enough friend.

"Sure. I'll be over as soon as I can get there," He walked a block back to his car, got in and began to drive there back to the Hotel. It was a bit of a drive due to the traffic but he made it there in fifteen minutes. He walked up, nodding at the desk clerk, giving her a smile and walked up to the elevator. He carried the folder full of information and he walked up to her room. He saw that her door was slightly ajar. He peeked in and heard her screaming and she slammed the receiver down.

She seemed to have tears rolling down her cheek. He quickly tried to move in, to set it on the counter. He started to creep back out of the door not wanting to disturb her. What had happened? He felt as though he should say something but she had made it clear that she wanted to be left alone tonight. Still, at the same time, by her calling him, she was violating that herself.

"Carlos?" She called. He cursed to himself in his head and came back. "Damn, I was trying to be sneaky. I thought you wanted to be left alone. Are you okay?" Jill tried to hide her emotions. "Yeah, I'm fine. And if you were trying to sneak the file in here maybe next time you should crouch. You did a good job at being light footed but you still cast a shadow," She said forcing a smile. He nervously chuckled but asked, "No seriously, are you okay?"

She said, "I'm fine. Why are you pressing this?" He shrugged and said, "Well don't you have somewhere to be? I kind of thought you had somewhere to be," She took a drink from a wine glass. She shook her head. "Jill, I'm here if you want to talk to me but you got to tell me what's going on. Otherwise, I've got some things to do."

She sighed and said, "You want a glass of wine?" He shrugged. "I don't really drink but if it will get you to talk, then sure," He sat down on a chair next to the bed. She sighed. "Chris...cancelled on me. He's got to go on an emergency run. He got an email from some other Raccoon survivor and...that's all I know. He said it has to do with his sister. She's in some kind of trouble."

Carlos listened to her and she asked him, "What? What are you looking at me like that for?" He said, "Can I be honest here? It sucks that he cancelled but if there's any good reason to cancel a date or dinner...or whatever you had, that is a good reason. I'd take a bullet for mi familia too if they were alive. So...what's the real issue here? You can't just reschedule with him?"

She put her hands over her face with embarrassment. "It's complicated," She admitted. "Of course I understand why and I would do the same thing. I just worry that I'll never get to see the side of him I want to see. I know there's more to Chris than just that tough guy act. I've known him two years. We've been close. But I could never get to know him as well as I want to. I just don't want this Umbrella shit to be the defining factor of our relationship."

He put a hand on his chin, a thoughtful look on his youthful face. "Well I hear you there. It's just one of those situations where things keep coming up making the good times have to be put up. I know how that is. You didn't answer me though. Why can't you and him just see each other some other time?"

She admitted, "I worry about him you know? I think he might die going out there. I mean I've been through this bio hazard ordeal twice but he's only been through it once and this was back in July. I know Chris can handle himself, he survived the mansion with me but that was when there was me, him, a medic named Rebecca and Barry, that pilot who helped you and I escape. This time he's going there alone. What if he doesn't make it back? I feared that he might have been dead back in Raccoon when me and him had to separate Surviving was always the priority but in the back of my mind I wondered if he was all right wherever he was."

He took a sip of wine. He could never get used to the taste. Still, he played it cool and set it down on the coffee table. "Jill, I guess you're just going to have to face that. I mean if you do believe in him, maybe you should have a little faith? I don't see how worrying about it is going to get him back any sooner. Why didn't you go with?"

She shook her head. "I don't know...I wanted to save my team mates in the R.C.P.D. but it turns out I couldn't save anybody. I could hardly save myself," The ivory skinned woman brushed a tear away. "Brad..." Carlos looked at her sideways and asked, "Who's Brad?" She just told him, "It doesn't matter. Look, I know I'm being selfish but...haven't you ever loved somebody?"

Carlos was silent a moment and a worried look on her face told him she wondered if she had said the wrong thing. She had but there was no way she could have known that. "Si. I had a girlfriend back home. Same age as I was. She was in the struggle with me. Problem is, when the government troops attacked our hideout they killed her. I tried to help her but I couldn't get to her in time. That was always my biggest failure. So believe me, I get what you're saying."

She was bewildered by this. "Oh my God...I didn't have any idea...Carlos, I'm so sorry!" He shook her words off bitterly. "Don't be. You weren't there. She was more than my girlfriend. She was the other half of mi corazon. Part of me died when she died. I killed the soldier who shot her too. I held her in my arms as she breathed her last breath."

He ran his fingers through his hair. "Look, we're not talking about me anyway. Were talking about you. If you are about this guy, wait for him. Don't let him out of your sight. You don't want to know what it feels like to lose somebody."

Jill said nothing for a bit but then she asked him, "Do you...want some dinner? I'd hate to see it go to waste. Chris blew me off and..." He stood up, uncomfortable. "I don't think I should. I mean...I don't want to come between you two...you said yourself we're just friends, right? I'm not some ladies man like I came off to be back in Raccoon either. It's a facade but all the same, I think we should leave it at that."

Jill smirked, "Well, can't friends have dinner together? I don't see what's so wrong with that,"

So they did. Dinner with wine. She'd cooked chicken Parmesan. At first, eating with her under these circumstances was a bit awkward and Carlos Oliveira did not do awkward but it lightened up as they talked more. She asked him, "So you grew up in Columbia? What was that like?"

He told her, "To be honest, before I became a guerrilla it was beautiful I think. We actually had an even moderation between traditional ways and modern times. I mean my village was in the Amazon but because of some of the doctors and WHO workers, and some others, we had better technology. People had electricity for once and that was new to us. I mean we got by without it before but given a lot of changes to the country it became harder to live off the land but we tried to do both in moderation,"

He then continued saying, "A lot of people think Columbia is cursed for some reason maybe because of the violence there. The government, the genocide against our people, the cartels ruining people's lives, they think this is the Devils playground but it wasn't always that way. My parents talked about a time when it was peaceful before. So, we went to war against a dictator. It's not so different from the US. I was reading history books that said the first several wars was on American soil not in some other country. Then again, it just depended on which side you were on. It's always all about perspective."

Jill shook her head saying, "I',m so sorry to hear that, Carlos.I knew Latin Americans had it bad but I didn't realize it was this bad in other countries. If more Americans realized how hard it was other places, maybe they'd have a lot more appreciation for what they have that others don't."

Carlos looked down at the plate. She asked him, "What? id I say something wrong?" He told er, "Your heart is in the right place but I need to set one thing straight We're not Latino. Or Hispanic or any of the titles gringos give us. We're Nativos. Native Americans or Indians as we're sometimes called. The term Hispanic and Latin was to divide more indigenous tribes up and split us up between borders and countries and even make one continent into three. Yo Soy Columbiano but no Latino."

She smiled and asked, "But you speak, Spanish. I thought that';s why?" He nodded. "That is true but we're not Spanish ourselves. t least nobody in my familia is. A lot of our people do have some Spanish blood in them but that is only because the conquistadors raped and pillaged villages all over most of the Americas. It all started with Columbus. And besides, many American Indians speak English, most of them. Does that make them British?"

She smiled wider and admitted, "You make a really good point, Carlos. I never thought of it that way. I guess we learn something new everyday."

He followed up with, "Maybe it would be better if Americanos appreciated what they have n terms of humility but it wouldn't make much difference. When you consider this is all the Americas, then we're all Americanos by that definition so how can so many be called illegal? We're on our own homeland. We come by land the pilgrims came by point being, mija, the Spaniards were barbarians to us. That's why the term Hispanic is offensive."

She told him, "I'm sorry. I didn't know. The word is just ingrained into us these days you know? We're told it was the politically correct term. Wow this is a crazy conversation but...it's interesting," He chuckled, "Why so bubbly? You're smiling."

She just observed him and said, "Well, Mr. Oliveira, there's more than meets the eye with you. I guess my first impression was wrong!" It sent goose bumps to his arm the way she called him that. It was like she was talking like some high society lady, but not the aristocratic kinds like back home or even here in the Big Apple that frowned upon the poor but more like the kind that was elegant yet polite. A lot like Rose on the Titanic.

He sheepishly shrugged. "Well...that happens," He then to avoid embarrassment said, "An example would be, do you know who Tupac Amaru was?" She laughed and said, "Of curse I do. He only died a couple years ago. I never really listened to that kind of music but he was okay."

He chuckled and said, "No, Jill. You're thinking of Tupac Amaru Shakur. He was named after Tupac Amaru and Tupac Amaru the II. Tupac Amaru, the original, was the last Incan monarch in Peru. He was executed by the Spanish simply for trying to resist their colonization. He had a descendant later on named Jose Gabriel but he was better known as Tupac Amaru II. He was mestizo, mixed between native and European but he sided with his people. He was a descendant of the original Tupac. He killed many conquistadors before he was captured and killed himself. I'll go to the library tomorrow. I can get you a book to read about the two of them."

She widened her eyes at all she was being told. "That's terrible! I don't know what to say. I guess the only thing I can even start to say is that just shows humanity at its worse. Sometimes I have faith in human kind but other times, they make you wonder why you even bother. Like my old boss, Albert Wesker. He was part of the reason that everything that happened in raccoon City went on. He's dead now but I still don't understand the motivation behind it. Why let off a virus that turns people into zombies?"

She shook her head. "It's fucked up either way. Whether it's a bunch of people marching through a land killing or whether it's some psycho path unleashing a virus that turns people into cannibals."

Carlos nodded, politely, taking a sip of wine. "I know. That was pretty scary. It was like something out a bad horror movie. I was glad I had my Rifle back there, " He said with a laugh. "You and I, we went through a lot there, didn't we? That was the closest brush with death I ever had and I've been in plenty of fire fights."

Carlos sighed and decided to ask her, "You ever have bad dreams about that?" She nodded. "All the time. I dream about running out of ammo or that I'm running from them and they're always right behind me. One time i even..." She trailed off and he asked her, "What?" She shook her head. "No forget it, it's stupid."

He asked her. "No , really, what?" She blushed and giggled saying, "I had this cat back in High School. He ran away when I was a senior band sometimes I wonder if he's still alive it's only been a few years. He'd be a lot older but...he could be. Anyway I dreamed he was with me. For whatever reason, running with me from the zombies."

Carlos busted up laughing that that. She smiled shamefully saying, "I knew you'd laugh. That's why I didn't want to tell anybody!"

Later, as he was getting ready to leave he gave her a hug as he was going to leave. A platonic friend hug. He bid her farewell saying,"Adios," She grabbed his arm and said, "Carlos wait...don't leave," He said, "I have to! I have to follow up on this,..." She didn't let him finish. The petite brunette woman kissed him on the lips. He pulled away, saying, "Jill what are you doing?"

She kissed him again and she said, "I thought you wanted this? As a matter of fact I know you do...so come here..." He broke the kiss. "Jill...you said nothing was going to happen. That w were just going to be friends. I want to do that but right now you're toying with me, okay? That isn't fair. I mean, make up your mind!"

She frowned but admitted, "I know what I said before but that was when I thought you were a womanizing pig. Now, I know you're sweet, and funny and sensitive...," He shook his head. "Jillian, you've had too much to drink. Come on, you need to get some rest."

She denied this. "I've had four glasses of wine, tops! I want his, Carlos and I know you still do. Just go with it," She said, pulling at his jacket. He still resisted but as she kissed he kissed her back but he told her, "Jill...you're vulnerable right now and I don't want to take advantage of that. Plus I don't want to be anybody's second choice. I did ask you out after we first escaped Raccoon together and you said no, okay? I was an idiot to even ask."

She shook her head. "I didn't know back then...just trust me, okay? I just don't want to be alone tonight and Chris isn't here but you are. It's not about a second choice. It's about who's here right now and who isn't. I need somebody to hold me tonight. Is that so wrong? Chris cancelled. So forget about him, okay?"

She pulled him closer and she kissed him. He did not resist now, and they closed their eyes as they kissed. He thought to himself, he was going to hell for this if the place existed, that is. He ran his hands up the back of her blue tube top. He had been so focused on a lot of other things he had on his mind, he'd forgotten that she was wearing the same outfit she had back when they first met. The brunette was muy calliente before but now, without zombie guts on her, she looked even better. It was the exact same skirt and blouse.

She ran her hands up his chest and removed his jacket pulling him toward the bed. He felt her silky smooth skin as his hand trailed up her back. It sent a shiver down the woman's spine as he did. She bit on his bottom lip with passion between their tongues colliding. She moaned against his lips and smiled breathing, "You're a really good kisser. Did anybody ever tell you that?"

He joked saying, "My father did once," She playfully slapped his arm and laughed at that. They kissed more, his lips connecting with her, hers wet against his mouth. She tasted good as far as the lipstick she had on and as her mouth melted with his, he tasted the wine on her breath. It was like a grape vine kiss.

She pulled his shirt up over his head rubbing her arms around his muscular biceps as they kissed. He lifted her shirt up too and began kissing her neck. She exhaled as he did this, closing her eyes as his lips trailed down her neck. "Carlos..." She breathed as he kissed her. His hand felt up her shirt up her abdomen to her luscious round breasts.

"No bra, eh?" He whispered. "Aye mami! Sucia Nina!" She groaned her eyes rolling back as he played with her breasts pulling her tube top down. She wrapped her legs around his waist. "Yes...," She hissed. "Say something else in Spanish..."

He complied, "He querido esto por un tiempo, hermoso. Voy a hacer que te sientas bien, ¿de acuerdo?"

She shivered at the sound of it in her ear as he kissed her neck and nibbled up to her right ear love. He kissed further down, to her breasts, bringing his soft lips to her meaty bosoms. He kissed down her ivory colored breasts to her nipples, pink and bright. She softly exhaled, her nails digging into his back. He took her left breast in his mouth sucking gently at the flesh rolling his tongue over her nipple.

She barely had her eyes open but the blue slits that were her eyes were filled with lust. "Pinch me...that's good...," He did as she asked his tongue flicking against her areola as he kneaded her right breast in his other hand. She let out a soft whimper as he did and he switched breasts. He was rock hard against her smooth thigh as he kissed her. He gently nibbled on the flesh of her right breast, causing her to open her mouth in pleasure just a bit. He moved his left hand to her left breast, moist with his saliva, while moving his right hand down to her skirt. He lifted her skirt up, moving her black skirt up her legs.

He nibbled gently a bit more on her breast and she winced as it hurt a bit but it got better with a bit more gentle gnawing. "ooooh...Carlos...you're bad...you know that?"

He began to kiss down from her breasts down her stomach. He savored her cream colored skin as he kissed down to her navel. He kissed the exterior of her belly and centered on it. He teased her with the tip of his tongue moving around and then in it, probing her belly button with his wet tongue tip. She gasped but then closed her eyes, a grin across her face as her breasts and tummy rose up and down. She bet down on her bottom lip as she smiled, her eyes once again closed.

He felt her white panties through her black skirt and felt up there touching her through the fabric of her underwear. Oh yeah. She was wet. "Mhmmmmm..." She groaned with delight as his tongue moved in and then out of her navel and left a trail of saliva on her stomach down to the waist at the top of her skirt. "You've got a talented mouth, Mr. Oliveira. We should put it to good use!"

He finished getting her tube top off so that she was topless and finished taking her skirt down. The tube top was discarded lazily around her thighs rather than on the floor and was still hanging from her legs. She undid his pants and pulled them off, massaging his dick through his gray and black boxers. He touched her more through her panties and slid them down her legs.

She got onto him, removing his boxers and saw his enlarged erect member. She looked surprised at it. "You're...not...um...circumcised?" He sheepishly replied, "Where I'm from it's not as common a practice. At all. Is that a problem?" She just said, "No not a problem,,just different. I heard it was unclean that way."

He chuckled. "Well maybe some men are like that but I keep clean and I don't know anybody from back home who didn't so if that's how Americanos that aren't snipped don't wash it, that's nasty but that aint the way it is for me. Besides, I'm sure there's plenty of cut off boys that aren't exactly hygienic Besides, when it comes to those who are versus those who aren't we got more feeling in it which makes it more sensitive where as circumcised men are less sensitive so they're a bit rougher on the ladies in sex cause they don't have all the sensation."

She shrugged. "Well.. so long as it still works. Just make sure you return the favor," Carlos nodded. She lowered her mouth to it. The shock of her warmth caught him by surprise as he was naked in nothing but his socks. She brought her mouth deeper onto it. She brought her hand to it and rolled the skin back. She played with him, jerking at it lower as she teased his tip with her mouth. He groaned and sheared at him and she sucked him off.

As she played with him stroking the shaft rolling back and forth, she remarked briefly, "One thing's for sure it makes doing this easier," She brought her mouth down deeper taking half of him in her mouth and she rolled her tongue around the tip which was in her mouth for her to tease. She had him at her mercy. It didn't matter how tough a guy was. A blowjob, the right kind would have them weak and in a woman's control and Jill Valentine, he had discovered, knew just how to do that.

Jill took all of him in her mouth moving further down, cupping his balls, playing with them as she sucked. He growled , "Jill...!" And she moaned against his manhood, humming on it. She continued stroking him , finding ease in jerking him off.

He closed his eyes as the woman slid her mouth over him. He knew it wouldn't be long before he lost it. He called her name and she used her own saliva on his genitals as she stroked his hardened dick he groaned as she hummed against him more and slid down the shaft taking in his full length of seven inches. She began to bob up and down on him. The warmth of her was finally too much for him.

He groaned as he blew his load. Her lips were sticky from it and she licked his salty essence from her lips. "Now it's my turn. Show me what you can do, Carlos.

He began to kiss up to her thighs making her lay down on the bed as he did so. He moved his lips up to her, and she shivered as he kissed her cream colored thighs. He moved up to her caressing her inner thighs and removed her damp white panties but for the sake of the naughty girl vibe, he spread her legs but left her skirt on.

He began to massage her wet folds kissing her, gently and he slowly moved his two fingers at first. She let out a shaky breath that tuned into a moan as he teased her with his middle and index.

He teased the outside of her labia with his tongue, moving it along her lips, tasting her. She laid back, her perky breasts pointed upward, raising up and down as he explored her womanhood with his tongue moving into her hole. He still massaged her lips around with his fingers, toying with her wet flesh. She was laying back, staring up at he ceiling her eyes and mouth wide open as went down on her."Carlos...!" She shouted louder than she meant to as he let his tongue infiltrate her damp walls. He continued to finger her massaging her folds and he moved up to the top, touching her clit.

She sharply closed her eyes. It was too sensitive to be touched yet. Carlos, compassionate of her sexual needs, instead massaged her nerves near and around it and stroked her clitoral hood, not applying direct stimulation He licked her swollen labia slowly moving in an upward motion. "Carlos...uhhh!" She gasped as he ate her out. He moved his finger in a Come-Here- motion and began to touch her G spot. Her head was thrown back against the pillow and she clutched hard at the sheets. Her tits rose and fell as he pleasured the young woman.

He pressed his mouth up to her and hummed against it, causing her to yelp loudly and rapidly as her walls got wetter and warmer. "Ohhhh...Carlos...are you gonna make me, come...? Come on, stud...make me come..." Her voice was almost unrecognizable as he did this, her voice having briefly gotten higher than it normally did.

He knew he had hit the sweet spot. He tapped his finger against her spot more and her moans increased and every part of her reacted to the sensation. He fingered her more, also rubbing her walls using the lubrication to do it.

She exhaled, her eyes rolling back as he fingered her. He stuck his tongue in deeper and he hummed against her womanhood again. "Oh god...Carlos...fuck..." He rolled his tongue on her swollen clit which was finally eased enough to the touch that it could take the stimulation. He rolled his tongue in the same way that he rolled his r's in the Spanish language. "Ahhh!" She cried out as she was close to climax.

Finally, she did. Her walls pulsated several times one after another as she came. Her juices flowed like a broken levee and he lapped her up. Her face was flushed from the orgasm. She yelped in pleasure several times as she came up for air,kissing her. She, too dazed from her orgasm to care, went with it.

He was hard from the sound of her getting off. He came up to her, still kissing her. He asked her, "You still up for this?" She nodded. He asked her with a grin. "Well, how do you want it?" She smiled wide herself. "You do know about our Tupac!" She then whispered, "Get behind me,"

He kissed her as he ruffled through his pants getting a condom. She chuckled saying, "Somebody's confident," She told him and he shook his head. "Just two or three. Enough to keep me humble,"

He then said, "Shit...Jill...it's got a hole in it and it's the last one. Maybe some other time?" She seemed to think about it briefly but thoroughly. "I don't care. I'm on the pill anyway. It'll be fine. Worst case scenario you can pull out."

This was also something his parents had warned him about when he had been a teenager. They had known he was into the women from around their village and had warned that even if they said they were on the pill, to wear a raincoat anyway.

He got behind her, the skirt still partially on. It was sexy that way. He eased into her, softly rubbing her round, surprisingly and pleasantly plump bottom. She let out a gasp as he did and he was slow, to give the woman a chance to get used o it.

She exhaled as she took him in. He went into her slowly going into her. She moaned as he did, she, still plenty wet from the cunnilingus the South American had performed on her. He went slid in and out of her and he pulled her back against his chest as he went deeper in. He cupped her breasts as he kissed her back and her shoulder as he went into her tight entrance. She slightly growled a little as he went deeper in and a curse uttered her lips, "Ohhh...shit..."

He caressed her left breast as he penetrated her kneading her nipple flesh. She began to grind backwards into him. He went deeper in and she looked back at him as he fucked her. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. In a way it felt so wrong because she was a bit tipsy but she had insisted upon it. st He went in deeper, and began to toy with her pedals of flesh as he screwed her. "Mmmmmh...Carlos...oh my...yes..." She gasped as the two grinded against each other.

She bucked against him, trying to give him as much of a sensation as he was giving her, trying to put up as much of a 'fight' as he was. She trust backwards into him, sliding on his pole. He gave her ass a smack and she groaned as he did.

He went in and out of her, hoping the night would never end. He would savor it for as long as he could. As he mounted the brunette from behind, he could see she still ha her blue tube top wrapped around her still partially on and in the heat of the moment of their foreplay it had been moved up in a way hat made it look as though she had only slid it down for her breasts to come out. It was as though he and her were High School students sneaking into a public bathroom for a quickie.

Though this was not the case, somehow thinking of it like that made it all the more sexy. Like they were doing something they were not supposed to. As a matter of fact they weren't. Though Carlos had disagreed with his parents generalizations ever since Raccoon City, before that, he had agreed with them or at least he had before he ever went to the United States. So in a way, he was going against the way he was brought up.

On Jill's end, in a way it was like she was cheating even though she wasn't really. Her and Chris had feelings for each other and had wanted to act on them but had not had the time. Yet it was an unspoken truth that both Valentine and Redfield had known.

None of it mattered however. Carlos was here now and nothing else mattered. Not Chris, not his parents, God rest their souls, the struggle, S.T.A.R.S. the UBCS or even Raccoon. All that mattered was what was happening now. He continued thrusting into her and she backed into him, her slick pussy backing into him with ease. She tried to match his speed as the two fucked like lovers yet at the same time, like strangers. Like friends...

Her breasts bounced as he drove into her. Carlos went faster and she did too, gyrating her hips backwards in a reverse motion grinding on his cock. He pulled her hair back, bringing her into a kiss their mouths smashing together. She moaned against his mouth and broke it but did so passionately.

She scratched his chest as she clawed back at him, grunting as he wet pussy slid back and forth on his enlarged member. She yelled more as he toyed with her folds, and fingered her deep hitting the G spot. Her juices made a squishing sound as he penetrated her in two ways, the wetness slapping together as he fingered her deep. He massaged her now accustomed clitoris, rubbing it gently and she shuttered as her walls tightened up around him. She fell over on the bed on her stomach and knees.

"You all right, Jill?" She panted, "Yeah...I'm fine..now shut up and fuck me!" She demanded and he obeyed her turning her over on the bed pulling out just briefly. He wanted to check to make sure he had not accidentally come yet. He felt himself feeling her wetness but found no signs of pre cum from himself all though his genitals were soaked due to the young woman. He spread her legs apart to fuck her missionary style and grinned.

She was very neat, and clearly did often get waxed. Just trim enough to not be unsightly or a bother but just enough to let him know that he was screwing a grown woman and not a child. She had just the smallest patch of pubic hair not much, somewhere between a landing strip and a postage stamp. Other than he was clear for landing so to speak. He went back inside of her.

Her breasts began to bounce up and down as he began to drive back into the brunette, and he winced as she moved her hips to meet his pace. Her body was sweaty and she struggled to get the blue tube top the rest of the way off. "Help me..." She begged and he did removing and discarding it. "I always liked that on you..."He remarked of her tube top.

She smiled at him and pulled him in for a kiss humping in an upward motion, her hands around his sweaty back. He lifted her smooth and pretty legs up in the air as he poked deeper into her wet and welcoming hole. She thrust upward to match his speed. He took her left breast into his mouth while caressing and kneading the right breast. She squirmed as he did so indicating she enjoyed it. Her flushed face was giving her away as he continued to burrow into her womanhood.

She voiced it too. "I'm close..." She said between whimpers of pleasure. As he finished with her right breast rather than switch up like she expected he fingered her. Though there was no room for his finger and his Johnson in her opening due to size, he was still able to massage her swollen clit as well as toy with the outside of her petals as he penetrated her.

Her wet walls were closing in on him and it reminded him of one of those wall closing traps in the Indiana Jones movies. He increased his speed and she moaned louder,her normally low but feminine voice getting higher as she climbed the octave scales as she reached the brink of orgasm. This was not just your mind blowing five contractions orgasm, she was ejaculating too. She squirted and it was as though a levee had broken within her as her juices emerged from her cunt drenching Carlos.

She screamed as she did, her wails rapid. "Carlos! Oh god!Mhmmmmm! Yessssss...fuck! Ahh..." She fell against the bed, exhausted from her orgasm, her thighs as well as his crotch soaked in her essence. He could take it no longer as he drove into her and it was in that last moment that he remembered he did not have a condom on. He pulled out and exploded on her stomach. He grunted as he did so pulling out. Jill was too fazed by her own big O that she did not care.

After both had taken a minute to clean up they both returned to the bed exhausted and naked. Neither confessed love for each other like one would in the movies. They were there in each others arms. That spoke enough on it's own. Whatever that meant, he would hopefully find out in the morning to come. They had not said they were lovers but they were doing all the things a lover did except for that. He wondered if she would wake up regretting it in the morning. He wondered if he would?

However, he felt some warmth when she kissed his lips and even as she broke the kiss planted one on his cheek saying, "By the way you were right. We do go crazy for your accent," She said with a wink. Nothing else was said after that. He just chuckled. Not long after she fell asleep, he still holding her as Redfield should have been there to do.

He did not want to sleep himself but before long his eyes grew heavy and he was out like a light next to the beautiful S.T.A.R.S. member. Whatever it meant, he was glad to be here in this moment. For now...

"Carlos! trucha! Gringos, tres de la mañana. No son del ejército regular," Said Paula, the Zapatista revolutionary from Mexico. (Carlos! Look out! Gringos, three o'clock. They're not regular army. )

Chingada! He'd been caught up in his daydream/memory of Jill Valentine and had forgot that could get him killed out here. You've been out of the struggle, hell out of the Amazon too long, amigo. Going soft. Just shut it out. Everything about the civilian life. The final thought he gave on his night among many nights with Jill Valentine, was that maybe, though he had thought his parents were just being old grumps, maybe they were right.

He made sure his AK was fully loaded as they advanced, all of them now crawling in position in the tall grass. Miguel whispered, "Creo que son esas personas BSAA que te hablé. Yo no conozco a ninguno de ellos, sino que están vestidos tipo de la misma," (I think they're those BSAA people i told you about. I don't know any of them but they're dressed kind of the same.)

Armando handed over a pair of binoculars. Carlos checked it out. As he saw many members of the BSAA, he freaked out. None of the majority of those faces mattered to him. Even though he was a BSAA an agent himself, he would do whatever he had to do in order to keep from blowing his cover even if it meant killing them.

But there was one agent he knew he could not kill the man in charge of all those agents. For that same man, had once saved Carlos's life years back when he was still a rookie to the UBCS, trying to escape Raccoon City. That man had been the pilot that led him and Jill Valentine to safety. Chingada...

So this is a lot shorter than I intended for it to be but maybe some chapters they will be longer and other shorter and i can just update what is going on with Chris and the others in different chapters. Just so you all know this does NOT mean i am doing a Carlos/Jill pairing. I am simply illustrating a lemon in a past tense .

Let's just say that when it comes to Carlos and Jill though I admit myself as a red blooded male i thought it was hot and i wrote it, even still i agree with Carlos's parents in that sense. I am not saying i am against mixed couples or obviously Ada and Leon wouldn't be a factor but when it comes to my own indigenous brothers and sisters even ones that are game characters this is another story. If any of you do not get my own opinions or why i believe them feel free to PM and ask me. I will explain my stance. Let's just say as far as Carlos's parents go though they are deceased many traditionals feel the way they do. It is not some backwards thing either it is a matter of not wanting to assimilate or misgenate into what many would call the dominating culture.

Now, as far as pairings for Jill go, I am still not sure for which person i will pair her up with I could pair her with Chris I could pair her with Josh even though that wouldn't ,make much sense yet some people seem to be in favor of that pairing and see him flirting with her in 5 as reason to believe so. I guess fair enough we'll see but to do that I must first kill of Josh's wife and children. Can't let that pesky family get in the way of Josh/Jill smut ;) As for the pairings that are not already set in stone such as Leon/Ada and Sherry/Jake i suggest you all vote for which pairings you want to see.

Like, if Rebecca should be paired with Carlos or Billy, i have the right to go whichever way with it but i will take reviewer votes into consideration. Oh shit I can even pair up Chris with Rebecca too! How about that? lol you decide the more votes/reviews the better you'll see at least one of these come into play.

Or even...Barry and Jill?! XD. Any who I'm hurting for reviews so please leave a long and detailed review and if you do read and review please review more than one chapter!

Did you like the lemon? And please let me know if you feel I'm going OOC i fear that i did that with Ada more than Carlos if anything though i admit mistakes, The reason why is I don't see Carlos's story here as OOC but more of an expansion on some stuff we already knew about him.

Ada on the other hand, I feel like I might be portraying her as a little too human i mean obviously she is but can any of us really say she would cry if she thought Kennedy was dead as i did in an earlier chapter? Now that oi look back on it I am not so sure. If anything was OOC that would be it , also as far as Mixoatle which was shown in RE UC they don't really say where it is but seeing as Carlos is definitley a native man from somewhere in the Amazon and the three countries in the Amazon are Peru, Columbia, and Brazil, I figure I'd say Columbia since Javier Hidalgo was somewhat based on Pablo Escobar.

Oh and for those who speak Espanol but don't know the word trucha that means look out in Spanish cholo slang. Like the gang MS-13, their name stands for Mara Salvatrucha, a word play n Salvadoran, IE El Salvador where they were guerrillas against the government, and trucha, which means a look out or a watch out, for enemies. All though it is said in pretty much most Spanish speaking countries in the Americas.

If you hadn't noticed Carlos is somewhat disillusioned with his role in the BSAA and a yearning to return to his roots as a revolutionary.

OK please R&R!