When Vega finally found the S.I.N complex he had had more than his share of nature. He didn't like forests to begin with, but now he absolutely abhorred it. Branches snagged at his hair and the incessant buzz of insects never ceased. He really had to compensate for that by killing a few extra people.

But killing was not made easy for him. Yes, there were enough guards patrolling the terrain to sate his appetite, but they left gaps in their routine which Vega could use to gain entrance instead. He had to go out of his way to attack anyone and Vega decided that it was too much trouble to do so.

It was laughable how easy it was to vault over the stone wall unseen. These S.I.N. people were full of arrogant confidence. Vega smirked when he reached the building and slipped inside. There it became even more apparent that the security of the place was lacking. Not severely so, but it was lacking nonetheless. And the more he thought about it, the more he felt this was by design. Ever the distrustful one, Vega decided to hurry.

He knew he had the right chamber when he saw it. It was an office room with a plethora of documents lying on the desk. A prominent painting hung on the wall. Vega rolled his eyes. There had to be a safe behind that painting. How classic and how foolish. Now he was sure that something was not right.

Suddenly he picked up a sound outside. Someone was trying to be very, very careful while opening the door. Interesting, he thought. Vega quickly hid and raised his claw in anticipation. He was more than ready.

Without too much trouble Cammy was able to get to the S.I.N. structure. There were a few guards patrolling the perimeter, but they weren't overly concerned it seemed. Once in a while a searchlight swept across the forest so that any intruders might be spotted.

Cammy scoffed at the security. She wasn't one to brag, but getting into this complex would be easy. She counted the seconds that the searchlight lit the forest and memorized the path that the guards patrolled. A window of opportunity was easily found. When she was sure of herself she left the cover of the trees and sped towards the stone wall and vaulted up.

She had studied the data that Colonel Wolfman had supplied her in the airplane. She knew the layout of the complex. It was hexagonal, with an entrance to the north, east, south and west. Those four entrances led to a square inner corridor, which in turn gave access to the inner chambers. While the outer chambers housed sleeping quarters, storage rooms and more, the inner chambers contained the more important rooms. And that was where she needed to go for the blue prints.

She ran towards the entrance, dodging more searchlights and guard patrols. When she finally made it inside she headed straight for the inner rooms. The door was unlocked and she slipped inside. She instantly spotted the large painting on the wall and went to investigate. And indeed, behind the painting was a safe. Cammy grinned. Some people just made it all too easy.

She set the painting on the ground and went to work on the combination of the lock. It took a few tries, but finally the lock clicked and she could open the safe. A neat stack of paper lay inside and she took it out.

While rifling through the stack of documents Cammy kept listening to any sounds. She was highly alert and worked as quickly as possible, but she couldn't find the damn…ah! There it was! With a triumphant smile Cammy pulled the blue prints of the Delta Red headquarters out.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to find the blue prints," a soft, velvety voice said mockingly. "But I'm afraid you can't have them though."

Cammy was a highly trained soldier, and had, thanks to her origins, better than average abilities. She wasn't, however, prepared for this surprise. It was only her iron discipline that stopped her from jumping out of her skin. She knew that silky voice all too well. She turned, cursing herself for her failure to notice him.

Vega was leaning casually against the frame of the door. How long had he been standing there observing her work?

A slow, sensual smile crept up his thin lips. His mask was nowhere to be seen, but his dangerous claw was firmly attached to his arm. Vega moved his weapon to point at the other side of the room. "Move away from the table my dear."

"If you think I would just hand them over you don't know me well enough."

Vega smirked. "I might just surprise you Killer Bee. Now be a good girl and leave the blue prints on the table."

Cammy winced at the use of that name, but otherwise didn't bite. She had closed that chapter of her life. Instead she replied: "Over my dead body," and took up a fighting stance.

"And here I was hoping I wouldn't need to mar your pretty face." Vega murmured. "Pity." He took a step towards her, sinuous and predatory. Claw lifted just a fraction in anticipation of the coming fight. Cammy moved back until she was standing fully behind the table. "Aren't you forgetting something important Vega?" she taunted.

Vega narrowed his eyes but continued to move forward. "And what might that be?" he hissed.

"Your mask." Cammy supplied helpfully.

For a fraction of a second Vega's forward movement faltered and his hand moved to grab his mask. It was precisely the reaction Cammy had been hoping for. With a hard push she shoved the table to a distracted Vega, turning it over and nearly knocking him down. Instead, Vega sprang over the table, and, claw leading, went for Cammy's throat. She ducked, allowing the Spaniard to sail past, and narrowly avoided being gutted.

Vega landed in a crouch, slipped his mask on and whirled around to face his adversary.

"You're so not getting my headquarters blueprints," Cammy growled and prepared for an assault of her own.

That comment stopped Vega a second time. He lowered his claw just a little. "What do you mean your headquarters?"

"Of course they are my headquarters," Cammy countered heatedly. "I wouldn't be here if they weren't."

"And I wouldn't be here if they were indeed Delta Red's." Vega's voice sounded muted behind the mask, but Cammy detected a hint of frustration in them.

The assassin suddenly straitened from his crouch and prowled forward, eyes fixed on Cammy.

"Show me those blue prints," he ordered.

"Stay back," Cammy hissed "I'll look at them myself. And don't try anything funny."

Behind his mask Vega chuckled. "I'm not known for doing funny things. Very well. Look at the blue prints yourself. I have a feeling however that they are neither Delta Red's nor the blue prints that I am after."

Cammy opened the documents and studied them briefly. When she looked up, her disbelieving blue eyes met Vega's. "They're fake. And that means…"

"…it's a trap," Vega finished.

At that moment the door burst open and armed guards swarmed inside. Without hesitation they opened fire.