I pushed opened the rotting wood door and took a quick glance at my surroundings. This bar, the Dirty Santos, definitley didn't seem like some place I would spend my free time. It was dark, and the only sounds you heard were men swearing and more beer being poured. I felt out of place with my yellow tie, and baby blue cap and leotard. Fortunately I was there for one person only; I found him in a booth in a corner, smoking a cigarette and tossing back a Jack Daniels. I approached the booth and took a seat.

"Would you happen to be a Logan Cross?"

His glance never left the window. "Yeah, whats it to you?"

"May I have a word with you outside?"

"No."

"I understand. Maybe your brother Victor will be more understanding."

His gaze pierced my heart, eyes filled with feral rage. "What do you know about Sabretooth?"

"Follow me and you'll find out."

He tossed back his beer and begrudgingly followed me outside.

In the pale moonlight, I could see the anger slowly building up inside of him. "Okay toots, you got me. Now tell me what the hell your talking about."

I looked directly at him, no emotions at all. "My...boss, Michael Bison has heard of your unique talents, and requests an audience with you. I can take you to him directly."

"Whats the catch?"

I straightened my hat and smiled. "I was told not to take no for an answer."

"Really..." Metal claws jutted from each of his knuckles. "I think you may be failing this mission, toots."

In a split second he lunged at me. I rolled out of the way, only for him to grab my leg and fling me against the wall of the bar. It was painful, but I caught myself and was back on my feet in an instant.

"come on kid! The shows just startin'!" He walked a little closer, falling right into my trap. I quickly turned around and shoved my boot into his chin. He went flying into the air, but that was not the end. I quickly jumped and, grabbing him by the throat , flung him into a tree.

He stopped moving. After walking up and inspecting him closely, I presumed him to be knocked out.

I turned around and began to call for pickup. Only for a claw to become implanted in my back. "You thought you had me, didn't you?" He pushed the claws in deeper. "Actually...your just where I... want you!" Fighting against my body's resistance, I turned around, pulling out the claw in the process, and punched him squarely in the face. He stumbled back, caught off guard, and I quickly leapt onto his shoulders,legs tightening around his neck.

"Get off...of me.." He said between gasps.

"Gladly." I threw my body backwards and slammed his head against the grounds, Though I didn't release my legs until I was sure he had stopped moving. I stood up and called for transportation. I looked down, watched in disgust as the deep wound on his head closed and reformed the skin and meat around it, halting the blood-flow and repairing his broken head. This was who Bison wanted?