Fan Fiction / Drama / Alternate Storyline

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Warning: This piece of fan fiction deals with an alternate history/storyline for Cammy, Bison and Vega. If alternate histories, story-lines and characters are not your 'cup of tea' I suggest you do not read the story. End of warning.

Neil Clemmond, ambassador to the UN, sat in the backseat of the Mercedes-Benz that was driving him home. With him was his aide and friend Tom Harold.

'So tell me, Tom, how are things going with that Shadaloo business, any progress?'

'My contact at the CIA says there working on it, but it's one hell of a shady organisation. They are suspected of a number of crimes but getting evidence is hard. Just when they think they've got something on them, witnesses vanish and the evidence disappears with them.'

'I understand it's difficult, Tom, but the next time I appear before the council I really need something concrete. After Iraq we need more than a good story, we need evidence.'

'I understand, sir,' said Tom.

'Right, you said earlier you wanted to tell me something about security?'

'Yes, I think we should consider increasing your security and that of your family.'

'Is that really necessary? I'm already secured twenty-four-seven. My house has several alarms and there is a car with security in front and at the back of the house. It's already driving my wife mad every time she wants to go shopping or take my son to school. Even now we're in a armoured car and we have a security escort in front of us.'

'Neil, please. Remember Edward five years ago, that car crash was staged and now you have taken over the investigation he was working on about this Shadaloo.'

'Okay then, but nothing too visible, my wife is stressed enough as it is.'

'Will do.'

The cars pulled up on the driveway of the ambassadors house. Neil closed the front door and heard them drive off. He walked into the living room while looking at the news paper. 'Annabel, Jason, I'm home,' he said not accustomed to not being greeted when he came home. 'Annabel?' he said. Then he heard sound coming from kitchen. He walked in but didn't find his wife or son there. He looked into the blue eyes of a young woman dressed in black.

'Who are you?' he asked.

'Target acquired,' she said calm. Neil saw the look in her eyes and realised that she wasn't here for tea or coffee.

'P…please not my family, okay,' he said, his mouth had gone dry.

'Too late,' she answered and launched her attack.