Idiot Mayor

Calian POV

"Turn and done," Jill finished attaching the end of the hose on the hydrant's side and turned the wheel above. Water quickly started pouring out and the velocity increases at every turn. Jill aimed the water at the fire, swiftly putting out everything and closing the hydrant to stop the water flow. "You could be a professional firefighter."

"This is just one of the many skills we've learned in S.T.A.R.S," they taught you firefighting in S.T.A.R.S, the police must be multitalented then. "There's our door," I looked at the door on the other end of the alley, a big 'REPAIR' sign hung beside it with a handyman picture above it. "Let's see what's inside," Jill opened the door into the tiniest room yet.

Multiple shelves crammed into one area, tools hung on the racks and a red bolt cutter left on the cupboard out in the open. "Here's our bolt cutter which we don't need," Jill took out the bolt cutters for a look before dumping it back in, "Before going any further, I reckon we should try to use these jewels first and see what came out of it."

I grunted in agreement, leaving the room with Jill. The streets as peaceful as ever, only the rustling of flames and the alarms of cars dancing on our ears. The roads, riddled with corpses, car crashes, abandoned and disoriented structures. "Quite a day in Raccoon City don't you think," I said to Jill, she appears to be quite melancholic at the moment.

"It wasn't like this before, the city was lively, bustling with activity and joy before Umbrella brought it down in fear and destruction," Jill clenched his hands, her expression turning into fury as her facial lines became even more apparent in convoluted anger. "Calm down, we'll get through this and Umbrella eventually has to pay its karma."

"I've always respected Buddhism," she sighed and went on past the cars and up the road, did she just say I'm a Buddhist. Not everyone whom believed in the laws of karma are Buddhists okay, but I might as well be one. I still remembered that trip to China, listening to a 3 hour long Buddhist recital and spiritual wisdom building, my father obviously got hooked in Buddhism after that, can't stop rambling about their brilliance.

We quietly strolled our way back into the station, Jill looked way to serious to have small talk and for me, it's just too darn awkward. "How about you do the honors," Jill took the three jewels out her pocket and dropped them on the palm of my hand. "RGB starts with red," I carefully inserted the red jewel and the bottom compartment turned and opened.

"Do everyone in this city have an obsession with grenades," I pulled out a green oval ball with a pin, anyone half sane could guess what it is. "The city is housing a lethal explosive in their public subway entrance," I placed the grenade on a tall table next to the furniture. "The mayor has always been an idiot," Jill could only say that, the mayor must really be a dumbbutt.

"Next is green like my eyes," only 2 percent of the world population has green eyes and almost all of them are of recessive gene. My family are the only ones to have green eyes as a dominant gene, ophthalmologists called our eyes a miracle and an anomaly all together. In the end, what matters is, we've always got brilliant green eyes, quite like emeralds in the light.

The next jewel granted us the next compartment with none other than, you won't guess it, a shotgun recoilless stock! "This is getting weirder, a shotgun stock in a commemorative furniture?" I addressed Jill to the case, what'd you think partner? "Just like what I said, mayor's a jackass," she tugged off the current stock and joined the new on together.

She held it up, squeezed the stock onto her shoulder a few times before a satisfied smile made its way to her face, the stock must be comfortable. "Blue for the skies," The last one is in the hole, the compartment spun once more and opened up to reveal more... hip pouches. "The mayor really put an R.P.D hip pouch here, I thought that was a joke."

"What do you mean?" I tilted my head and looked at Jill with questions on my face. "It's in the news, 'Mayor jokes upon placing a police pouch in the commemoration decoration'. Everyone laughed it off, never expected it to be genuine," that was quite a story, joke turns real, like those clickbait videos on Youtube.

"Then I should be glad it's true, you now have more space to carry," as if she hadn't had already, she had stuffed at least 10 boxes of shotgun and pistol bullets in her pouch and pockets! It really couldn't get any better. "Back to the tools room?" she nodded in confirmation, plot is thickening, the end is getting nearer every second!

"Now that we're ba-" I don't mind asking, who's that interrupting me? "Help! Someone please help me!" we instinctively turned towards the sound, our eyes centered on a red door, chained down on the knob. "As I was saying earlier, now that we're back here, we could go check past the door," I said and Jill fired a bullet, slicing up the chains real good.

We opened the door and in the back, a man bleeding out from the stomach lay down in despair by the side of a truck. Wearing a tactical vest and the umbrella logo on the sleeve of his shirt, its blindingly obvious that this guy is U.B.C.S. "You're U.B.C.S?" Jill rushed towards him, checking the wound, probably thinking of the ways she could tend to it.

"Of course I am," he groaned in pain, his skin growing paler and his eyes showing signs of lifelessness. A man suddenly came down the stairs on the right in an intimidating look, he has his hands on a gun like he's readying to shoot. "No wait please!" the hurt man let out hoarse begs before getting gunned down by that menacing man, Jill is gonna be so mad.

"What the f*ck!" yup, confirmed, Jill's mad, real mad.