The soldier standing on guard stared into the night watching the lights on the ships. It was quiet on the docks. He was glad this was the last night guarding the three crates in the warehouse behind him. Why would it need special forces guys to guard them anyway. What was in those crates that was so important. All the mission briefing had said was that it was some critical electronic equipment. Ah what do I care, he thought. They're going to ship the whole lot to the continent in the morning and that would be the end of it. He felt a soft breeze in his neck. 'I should have brought-' was the last thing he thought before he lay on his belly on the cold stones. His lifeless eyes stared up into the face of Cammy who stood over him. She was pleased. His neck had made a wonderful dry snap as she twisted his head around. The three guards outside the warehouse had been neutralised. She had performed it perfectly. She knew Vega and his men were watching her handy work from the dark. She would show them how it's done. Now only three targets were left inside. Her only disappointment up to this point was the quality of these men. She wondered what was so special about them, they died as easy as that six year old kid in New York.

The special forces guy was gasping for air. He was on his knees after Cammy had shattered them both. Now he was trying with his last strength and broken arms to escape from the vice like grip she had on his throat. Cammy saw the man's eyes go blank and felt his body go limb. He was the last one and because the others were no sport she thought she'd have a bit more fun with this one. Unfortunately he too expired way too quick. As she released his lifeless body from her iron grip she felt uncomfortable. The briefing had mentioned six guards, but now she had squeezed the life out of a seventh guard. Something didn't add-up. Shadaloo intel had never been wrong before…

'Mi Dios, Cammy,' said Vega calm. 'You have killed one of our agents.' He dragged one of the guards from the outside with him. He showed her a tattoo in the neck of the guard. 'How am I going to explain this to lord Bison.'

Cammy stood nailed to the ground. One of the guards was a Shadaloo agent, had she forgotten something from the briefing? She knew she had amnesia. She could remember nothing from her childhood. No… she felt the ground vanish beneath her feet and then she saw a smile on his face.

Betrayal! He had set her up. It took her a split second to realise this but that was enough. Vega charged towards her. As he lunged at her a blade sprang from his wrist and cut her on the cheek. Any other person would have lost his head in that attack but Cammy's lighting fast reflexes saved her. Vega's attack was designed to be a single deadly blow and he had nothing to follow it up with. That gave her a small opening for a counter attack. She used it to maximum effect and her boot hit Vega square on his face.

'Fucking puta, you'll pay for that,' he screamed. 'What are you waiting for! Shoot her you dogs!'

She was at a disadvantage. Besides the three crates the warehouse was virtually empty. She had to get out and she did, but it was too late. She knew she had been hit several times. She staggered to the edge of the quay. Shots rang out from the warehouse behind her. Another hit. It punched through an unprotected part of her suit. She tasted her blood in her mouth. She was bleeding heavily. Vega looked at it with intense pleasure. He saw how she fell into the water. With perverse pleasure he had counted the hits his men scored on her, at least seven had penetrated her suit. While his men took off with the content of the crates he stood on the edge of the quay. Cammy's body floated face down on the water. 'Death by drowning… it's too good for you my dear.' He saw the first light on the horizon, it was time to go. He found a small flower sicking out from between the pavement. He plucked it and threw it on her body. 'If you'll excuse me, I have a sad message to tell our lord Bison.' He made a bow and walked away.

Colonel Wolfman, commander of Delta Red, was looking at the mess on the docks. Just about every imaginable service was out there. Lieutenant Mark McNeil from Delta Blue was standing next to him.

'It's a massacre sir: five members from Delta Blue second squad dead, one critical and one unknown person found in one of our uniforms. There are shells laying all over the place.'

'From our men?' the colonel asked sombre.

'No sir, none of our men have seemed to be able to get one round off and whoever killed them didn't use a gun.'

'So? Who was doing the shooting and what where they shooting at?'

'Unknown, sir.' It was at that moment there was a shout from a police officer some two hundred yards away. They ran to him and saw a girl laying on steps leading from the quay to the water. The officer had already gone down to check on her.

'She's got a pulse. I need a medic over here, now!'