Episode 9 - A Gentleman Always – (The wolf disguised in sheep yarn)
On the last exciting episode of Street Fighter II - Deep Core Crisis; Guile was ambushed by Balrog! Guile showed formidable strength and balance, outsmarting his attacker and showing him who was the more experienced fighter. Then the unexpected assault led by Sagat, the Muay Thai master, overwhelmed Guile. Fortunately Cammy White appeared out of nowhere to aid him in the struggle, but soon the Spanish Special Forces surrounded them.
-- Interpol base, Barcelona 02.48 am --
In a heavily lit interrogation room with solid steel walls, a huge mirror reflected both Cammy and Guile who sat at a small table, waiting for something to happen.
"Shit... You know some Spanish kid?"
Guile placed his hands on the table, while looking down in apparent fatigue from the previous fight.
"Sorry sir." She smiled to him reassuringly; he twitched with an eyebrow and sighed.
"I am sure that they will send someone who can speak English" She said confidently. In a split second the door swung open, and a short, bearded man came towards them with haste. He slammed his fists against the table, surprising Guile and Cammy, who met him with widened eyes.
"Dígame ahora! Que eran ustedes dos haciendo en el castillo De Maria Isabelle. Dígame ahora o tendremos que usar métodos ásperos contra ustedes! Admita! Son ustedes terroristas!?" He yelled out, his voice was high pitched and gurgled between sentences, leaving a bad impression on the two who looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Para quién ustedes estan trabajando!? Son terroristas!?"
Guile scowled.
"Did you just say 'terrorist'?" He replied, and crossed his arms.
"He said that twice, sir" Cammy commented before looking away, not wanting to have eye contact with the man yelling at her.
"No me mienten! Les haré hablar!"
"Listen pal! We were fighting against terrorists just before you showed up and ruined the entire operation!" Guile stood up and cast a large shadow on the man.
"¡Siéntese!" The interrogator took a step back and eyed his overwhelming detainee.
"What? I can't understand one word of what you're saying. It doesn't make any sense! Hello!? I can't talk to an idiot like you" Guile growled, and started walking around in the room.
"Usted el hijo de una hembra le enseñaré!" The man slapped Guile across the face.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you..." Cammy began.
"Usted se va a sentar ahora mismo!" The man screamed from the bottom of his lungs.
"Gibberish! Do you understand what I am telling you?" Guile smirked and started walking again.
"Le mostraré!" The man pulled out a baton and smashed it into Guile's back. Guile turned around with a clenched fist, hammering it into the man's face. The man fell on the ground, seemingly unconscious from the blow, and then Guile finally sat down again while shaking his head in amusement and turned his gaze to Cammy.
"Diplomacy... you just can't live without it."
-- Unknown Mansion in the outskirts of Barcelona 03.03 am --
He sat on the edge of the bed, trailing his hands down his long blond braid while overlooking her; she was very close to him. He carefully listened to her breathing and made sure that her heartbeat was right. He had given her 10ml of morphine carefully spread over a silk towel just so it would be comfortable, and not leave marks on her face. He carefully bowed forward and rested his head besides hers. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes as two tears ran down his cheeks, it was indeed her scent.
-- Interpol base, Barcelona 05.24 am --
The interrogation room was beginning to feel claustrophobic, and hours had past without any consultation for the two alleged terrorists.
"God damn it! I've had enough." Guile stood up, took off his black jacket, and pulled up the sleeves on his shirt. He then walked to the mirror and began punching it.
"I know someone is watching us! Come out and show yourselves!" He turned to look at what Cammy was doing and to his surprise, she had fallen asleep.
"Cammy wake up!"
She opened her eyes and glanced at the clock; it was still past her bedtime, so she continued to doze off.
"Alright I've had it! I'm gonna kick some serious ass now!" Guile approached the exit door and grabbed the door handle. As he pushed he was surprised by a man wearing a black suit who stood in the doorway.
"Who the hell are you?" Guile asked, gritting his teeth in anger.
"Please return to your seat. I will be handling this interrogation" the man said casually.
"You sound American..." Guile said, and followed the man with his eyes as he took a stool and placed it in front of the table.
"That is because I am American, Lieutenant."
Guile took a seat and nudged Cammy awake. She straightened her posture, observing the man sitting in front of her.
"My name is Logan Karenina. I am a CIA agent sent to supervise the Spanish Interpol, preferably because Interpol has reopened the Shadowlaw investigation." The man was in his early thirties; his blond spiky hair and green eyes caught the attention of Cammy, who was not shy about showing that she was attracted to him.
"Alright handsome, so what does this have to do with us?" She said, and crossed her legs while bowing forward, revealing her cleavage to him. The man didn't twitch, keeping eye contact with her the whole time.
"It isn't working Ms. White."
She then looked at Guile. "This guy is a professional, sir."
Guile face-palmed for a few seconds.
"Now what I want to know is why you two have messed up a perfect operation, resulting in two terrorists fleeing?" The CIA agent looked at his expensive wristwatch and smiled politely.
"We didn't ruin anything. We were just partying?" Guile said, and smirked.
"I am shocked and amazed..." Karenina just smiled back.
"Listen, he is telling the truth!" Cammy interjected. "We are actually a couple by the way." She grabbed Guile's arm romantically, forcing him to blush.
"Aha... and you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time?"
"That's right!" They both nodded while Cammy giggled.
"So to sum this up, two highly trained combat soldiers fight off Shadowlaw terrorists while happily partying at a masked ball in the castle of De Maria Isabelle? What are the odds?"
"Look, we want our phone call" Cammy requested.
"And a phone call you shall get." Karenina produced a cell phone and handed it to Guile, who dialed a number.
"Can we get some privacy here please?" Cammy asked, and Karenina went out.
"This is Barrac speaking."
"Sir... We have run into complications."
"What is it Lieutenant?" Barrac's voice was getting louder.
"Chun-Li tried to take down Vega by herself, I got attacked by Balrog, who I thought was dead, and this other big guy with an eye patch…"
"What, where is she now?"
"Sir, I don't know. She might have been taken by Shadowlaw forces; they were literally everywhere."
"Who authorized this operation!?"
"No one sir, she planned it herself. She had gotten an invitation to a masked ball, so she took it and went with it."
"My god... Where are you now Lieutenant?"
"At the Spanish Interpol Agency in Barcelona."
"Whatever you do don't tell them anything crucial to this operation. I don't trust them since they have only become active in the last 6 months, and this is when the terrorist sightings began. They never contacted us about this, and this was supposed to be an international Interpol operation."
"Got it sir."
"So what did your supervisor say?" Cammy asked with a glare in her eyes.
"Not much. But I got a feeling that I'll lose my rank pretty soon, if I don't find out what's going on." He groaned, and looked down in dismay.
"Sir! Ready for action!" Cammy stood up and saluted Guile.
"Heh, alright cadet..." He said, amused.
"Corporal, sir!" She quickly countered.
"Well, look at that. You are getting somewhere."
As they were about to continue their conversation, Karenina stepped back into the room. Guile handed the cell phone to him and politely sat down together with Cammy, and so the interrogation continued.
"So have you spoken to your lawyers?" Karenina asked and folded his hands.
"Yes and they say that you don't have anything on us" Cammy said abruptly, flashing a provocative smile to the man.
"Yes, that is true. And therefore I will release you. If you have anything to report regarding the incident then please call me." He took out a silver cardholder and gave Guile his card.
"We will do our best" Guile nodded, and they all stood up and shook hands in a polite manner before they were escorted out of the facility. When they walked in the streets of Barcelona they noticed that it was day. Meanwhile…
-- Unknown Mansion in the outskirts of Barcelona 6.00 --
He lay in a canopy bed, silky perfumed bedding surrounding him. He turned to one side and inhaled the sweet scent of the roses which were placed in a crystal vase on an antique night stand. He wore a sleep mask, yet found it difficult to sleep, always finding a reason not to fall asleep. After a while he had had enough, and slowly stood up. He walked to a tall mirror and looked at himself. His body was proportionally perfect and extremely athletic. The huge veins running down his large biceps painted a roadmap to his anatomy; there were veins everywhere, on his shoulders, abs and calves. A true display of power was what he was. His long blond, unbraided hair hung down his shoulders and covered half of his face. As he observed himself in the mirror he began to slowly trail his hand down his chest, reaching to one nipple and making circular motions around it with his fingertips. It created a sensation in his body that he craved.
A dozen rooms away, a beautiful young woman opened her eyes slightly and inhaled the scent of the perfumed bedding. She looked around, only to find herself in a room decorated with royal wallpaper and antique furniture of forgotten times. She wanted to get up and flee as fast as she could, but she felt nothing. She remained paralyzed by the drug given to her the night before. However, she still had her voice.
"Help! Please somebody help me!"
Her cries helped her to break free from the stress. She felt a burning sensation in her throat. She needed to escape, and she knew that she somehow would. She was a fighter; a Street Fighter.
Slowly a door to her room opened, and an old maid entered.
"Buenos días Señora" She said politely and smiled to Chun-Li.
"Please you need to help me, I am being held here against my will!" She pleaded, but the lady just nodded.
"No don't go!"
The maid exited and closed the door after her. Chun-Li felt a cool breeze caress her cheeks. She turned her head to see what was happening, realizing that the window was open.
"She can't hear you." Said a faint whisper. She looked around but could not see the source of this voice.
"She is deaf."
"You bastard! Show yourself!"
She frowned, and when she looked up she saw him. He somehow defied gravity, hanging on the ceiling dressed in his traditional robes, and wearing a white silk shirt, buttoned up, but still revealing the fresh wound on his chest; an injury he had inflicted on himself. As he let himself fall he elegantly made a somersault in mid-air before landing on the carpeted floor. She observed him, scanning his body for objects he could inflict pain with, but none were present.
"What do you want from me!?" She growled impatiently; he was draining her nerves.
He smiled brightly and began to braid his hair. When he was finished he walked to the edge of her bed and sat down, looking at her. She could tell that he had something on his mind, because he was undressing her with his eyes. He had an inquisitive look on his face, and this awoke terror in her. It was the same look she had seen printed on his features before, a look she knew, could kill.
"Stop it... What are you doing!?" She turned her head away but couldn't escape from his caressing hand which gently ran down her cheek. He then lifted her chin and looked deeply into her eyes.
"You are safe now."
Her eyes widened.
"What..."
"I had to do this. My angel, I needed to protect you from harm." His soothing voice was making her feel uncomfortable.
"Release me! I swear if you don't I will kill you... I will have no regrets whatsoever! I…"
He hushed and made her lose control, now tears were running down her cheeks. She sobbed quietly, watching her kidnapper.
"I know you would. You cannot take away life, you are an angel, so pure, and so innocent." He said elegantly. He lowered his head near hers, while his eyes pierced through hers. He then carefully left her side, and closed up the window.
"As my honored guest you are free to roam this mansion." He then rolled down the bars over the window, and secured them with a big lock.
"Am I your prisoner?" Her voice trembled.
"No, you are my personal angel. This is as much a home for you as it is for me. Please bare with Alanza; she can read your lips, but only when you speak her native tongue. She will be at your service, so if you need anything...just ask." He kneeled down beside the bed, observing her.
"I hope you will join me for breakfast. You will soon regain strength, but you may still feel dizzy over the next couple of days. I am looking forward to getting to know you my love."
He came closer, almost wanting to kiss her. As he closed his eyes and parted his lips, he heard Alanza knock on the door. He then stood up and left Chun-Li's room.
A/N: On the next exciting episode of Street Fighter II - Deep Core Crisis; Shadowlaw is keeping an eye out for Guile and Cammy, but who will help them in their search for Chun-Li? Find out on the next exciting episode - Shadowlaw - (Crimes beyond belief!) - GONNA BURN SOME MUSCLE!
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