Opening the door, Helena prepared herself for what she'd see. After spending weeks in people's basements and sheds and motorhomes, she wasn't expecting a lot. But…

"…This is where I'm staying?" she asked, a little shocked, and Ada laughed behind her. Honestly, when Leon had told her it was a safe house, way out in rural Spain, she'd expected a shack. She had mentally prepared herself for a shack. But this…

"Nice, isn't it, Stranga'?" The Merchant asked from the porch, and Helena turned to face him as Ada edged past into the room.

"Yeah. It's…wow. It looks great." She said truthfully, her eyes flicking to the side as Ada whistled as she entered the next room.

"Well then, Stranga's, I'll leave your things here, let you get all settled in, yeah?" He said, and Helena nodded, before turning back to the room.

In the center was a large table, old but well taken care of. There was a stove and fridge at the side, new from what Helena could tell, as well as a small washing machine and dryer.

"…So far this is nicer than my old apartment," she muttered to herself, as she pulled hers and Ada's bags into the room.

"Pardon?" Ada asked, and Helena looked over.

"This is nicer than I was expecting," she said, with a shrug.

"Then you'll be floored by the next two rooms," Ada said, and waved Helena over. "You go look, I can handle the luggage."

"Right…" With a look back at the entrance and kitchen, Helena moved into a small hallway. Opening the door at the other end, she entered the living area, and was stunned again.

There were bookshelves on the walls, and a fireplace in the middle. Two couches and a coffee table were in the center of the room, and a television hung over the fireplace. Taking a few steps over to it, Helena flicked it on.

"…and in other news, Ashely Graham, daughter of former President Graham, has taken over duties as Chief of Security, following Former Chief of Security, Derek Simmons, death. Miss Graham-"

Helena frowned. The name sounded familiar, but she couldn't quite remember where… Shaking her head, she turned off the television. The ticker at the bottom of the screen was still talking about her supposed 'defection' from the United States.

Moving through the last door, Helena entered to bedroom. A large wardrobe stood beside an equally large bed, and on the wall opposite sat a desk with one of the largest computer displays Helena had seen.

"…Hunnigan must have had a hand in this," she muttered, before sitting on the bed. It really was too much, but Helena was relieved. It was nicer than camping out in the woods, and the nightmarish shake she'd envisioned was now not even a thought.

"Nice, hm? I wonder how they have the electricity hooked up…not to mention the internet and cable connection." Ada asked, and Helena nodded.

"Maybe they just have really good Wi-Fi out here?" she joked, before looking around. "The washroom is probably an outhouse, huh…"

Ada nodded. "There's a smaller house out back. I didn't look in there, but I'm willing to bet it's not a typical outhouse."

"Yeah…probably not, huh…" she said, before Ada motioned to the computer screens.

"Leon wants you to log on," she said, looking down at her phone. "He says the connection's secure, and he wants to make sure that you're okay."

Helena sighed. "He's like an overprotective brother! Can't you just tell him I'm fine?"

Ad laughed, and motioned to the computers as Helena stood with a grumble. "I did, about half an hour ago, but he wants to see for himself." Her phone peeped softly, and she sighed. "And Redfield's there, so I'd best step out of the room. I'd rather not cause an inter-departmental issue."

"…Thanks Ada," Helena said, and the spy nodded as she exited to the living area.

Pushing the power button, the screens sprung to life, and Helena was greeted with a log-in screen.

"…okay uhm…" Not wanting to pester Ada, Helena began to type in what she'd assume her user name and password would be. Four failed attempts into it, and Ada poked her head into the room.

"Leon said the user name is 'Tall_Oaks_Hero" and the password is "4everinnocenT", proving that he-"Ada paused, then sighed. "-proving that Sherry shouldn't be in charge of people's computers."

"…Well, it's still better than my first username, and no I won't tell you what it was. I'm sure you could use your spy powers to figure it out anyways," Helena said with a tired smile, before turning back to the computer.

Finally able to log on, Helena waited a few moments before a messaging client popped up, alerting her that someone wanted to video talk with her. After a quick look behind her to make sure that Ada, and any trace of the spy, wasn't in the room, Helena accepted the call.

"How was your flight? Are you okay? Did you get to the village okay? Nothing weird happened, did it? How are you?" Leon's face loomed on the main screen, and Helena started to cough in surprise.

"Come on Leon, move back. Last thing she probably wants to see after a flight like hers is your mug," Shaking her head, trying to catch her breath, Helena watched as Leon was pulled back to a more reasonable size by Jake. "Hey, Harper. Enjoying your defection to Spain?"

"Don't joke about that!" hissed Sherry, smacking Jake on the shoulder. "Hi Helena."

"Hi Sherry...Leon…this is quite the place," Helena smiled at the blonde woman, before motioning to the room around her. "This couldn't have been cheap…"

"Well, I've been working on those houses for a while-"Leon started to say, before someone, Chris, cleared his throat. "…I'll tell you later. Anyways, this is mostly just to touch base with you, now that you're there."

"The line is completely secure," Hunnigan said from her seat on Leon's left, and Helena nodded. "And the power is coming from a few independent sources in the area. Despite an extreme amount of charges, not all of the military island was destroyed, and the villages is mostly running off of electricity from there."

"And," Chris spoke up now, "as long as you don't do anything stupid, like go on your Facebook or start a comedic twitter account, you shouldn't be found. Hunnigan, Sherry, and Jill are all running diagnostics and tracing programs, and coming up blank."

"Mine keeps switching between Moscow and Huston for your location…oh! And now you are apparently in the middle of Argentina. I think you're safe," Sherry said, looking up from a tablet.

Helena closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

"Hey! No crying, or you're going to make Leon get all misty eyed," Jake said with a grin, and Helena looked back up at the computer screen.

"Thank you guys. I…Thank you. I don't know how I could ever repay you…" she said.

"Don't get caught. That's your only job, and the only thing we want. After all, we like our jobs too, and being charged with treason would make work a little awkward." Jill said with a chuckle.

"Stay safe, Helena, and we'll talk to you later." With an awkward wave, the video was shut down, and Helena was left to stare at her reflection in the computer screen.

Taking a deep breath, she switched off the monitor, and stood. It sounded like Ada was watching the news, and she really should get her things unpacked.

"Welcome to Spain," she muttered to herself as she walked into the living room, "enjoy your stay."