Vammy: Oh … what this? An update! ;)

Tao Shui: Hey, did you play the new Capcom fighting game, Capcom Fighting Evolution? It's supposed to be really good but I haven't had the money, nor interest to go out and buy it.

Bushin Guy: I tried adding a little more fighting in this one but alas, my inspiration is at an all time now right now. Hopefully this chapter (and other authors subsequent ones) will get the creative juices flowing.

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"I'm going after Chun Li." There was silence, not the strong support Yun was expecting after he announced the news to his brother. Yan sat at the dining table, rubbing his brows with a thumb and forefinger. Not exactly the reaction that Yun wanted, but he continued anyway. "She's the only one who can help us track Akuma down. That demon deserves to pay for ..."

"Shut up, Yun," Yang finally spouted, "just shut the hell up!" His voice was raised, his face suddenly red. It was obvious he wanted to say more, but for the sake of avoiding a fight, he kept his mouth shut.

But for Yun, it was too late to avoid any form of confrontation. "How can you say this?" he asked softly, his tone hurt. "Our grandfather, the very man who saved us as orphans, who raised us as his very own ..."

"Would not want us to do this on his behalf!" Yang said. "Think about it. We were his pupils, nowhere near his level of skill, even now! And yet, he lost to Akuma. What in the world would put the idea what we could defeat Akuma in that cocky little head of yours? Be reasonable for once in your life."
"So what, you're suggesting that we carry on with our lives as we normally would without lifting a finger on Grandfather's behalf?"

"We have no choice. We don't have the skill accomplish your twisted honorable mission. And think about Chun Li. She's a busy lady who most likely doesn't have the time for this kind of news. The Street Fighter II tournaments are beginning and she's probably stressing herself out, training for this event. Losing her father was more than enough for her to bear and now you want to tell her about Master Gen?"
"I don't think keeping the news from her would help any better," Yun said. "She has a right to know."
"NO!" Yang insisted, smashing his fists on the table. Any more force and he would've likely shattered even the hard wood it was made of. "Now is not the time, not for her."

"Fine." Yun turned around and stormed out of the room, out of the apartment building, slamming the door behind him as he went. If Yang wasn't going to support him, he was just going to have to talk to Chun Li himself. But how? Their Grandfather's former pupil was all the way in Japan preparing for the tournaments, and here in was miles away in Hong Kong.

And the answer came to him just like that. It was so simple. Under Master Gen's reccomendation, both Yun and Yang had started their own savings account with the bank. He wanted a prosperous life for the two of them, being young and having their futures ahead of them. Unfortunately, it was a lifestyle he wasn't able to provide for the twins. So over the years, the twins had gotten part time jobs, put their money in the bank, and now it sat there waiting for Yun to use. And what a more honorable way of using that money to avenge Gen's death! He would buy a plane ticket over to Osaka and somehow hook up with Chun Li. It couldn't be too hard to find the Street Fighter tournament registration, or the Osaka dome where preliminaries were being held.

Yang would object if Yun uttered a word about it to him, so he decided to keep it on the down low for now.

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"Cranky, I can't talk now." Cammy swiftly turned her back on the Irish American who stood at her hotel room door looking like a lost puppy, his hair disheveled, dirt and sweat caked on his face. His gruff demeanor filled her with lust the moment she laid eyes on him since their breakup, but she was quickly able to suppress the primal instinct and almost slammed the door in his face.

"You're still mad at me," he said.

"Gee, ya think!"

"Well now's not the time to be holding grudges," Cranky said, wondering if he should take another step further into her room.

"Tell me about it. I've got to get ready for the preliminary rounds for the street fighter tournament. I'm a late registrant and they're only choosing four 'new' warriors. I have no time to play with you right now, that's assuming I even want to."

"There are bigger things at work than the tournament!" Cranky shouted, instinctively punching the door with a solid fist. "Julian-"

"Yes, I know about Julian, thanks!" Cammy screamed back, cutting him off. "And that's what's got me so damned strung up! And being a late registrant doesn't do much for my chances of infiltrating the tournament and rescuing him and Wagner!"

"Wagner?"

"What, you don't already know?" Cammy asked bitterly, staring at him from hatefully from the corner of her green eyes. "They've got him too. And just because I think you've got a right to know, they abducted Kenny, too. In fact, he was the first one to go."

"They WHAT!" And then suddenly, as if contradicting his sudden energetic outcry, Cranky's body went slump, leaning back on the door for support.

"That's right," Cammy said, seemingly relishing the damage she'd done to the only man she ever loved, the man she swore was her soul mate until he went around and cheated on her. "And I'm going there to get the three of them back. My friend, my brother, and YOUR kid brother. And I don't think you want to get in my way."

It didn't seem like Cranky was paying attention to her at that point. He just looked at the plush carpet with confusion on his face, shaking his head wondering what to do next. Cammy continued speaking.

"Now," she said, picking up a large black duffel bag that lay at her feet, "if you don't mind, I have to get going. Take care of the place for me while I'm gone." She slammed the door like she had intended to earlier as she walked out of the suite in an all-business manner with Cranky still inside.

This was the second time Cammy had to leave Cranky for a mission. She could tell he was sensitive about the whole role reversal issue, how he was the man and should be the one leaving, not her. But the first time, Cammy didn't want to leave him. She practically tore herself up inside, choosing her responsibilities over her own personal wants and needs. But today it was different. It was her own personal want and need to get the hell away from Cranky as fast as she could. Her last comment was to provoke Cranky's insecurities, to take a jab at his manhood, this time for her enjoyment. She was aware that she was being a vengeful little bitch, but God, it felt good.

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Cranky had sank to the floor of Cammy's suite, the events recently revealed to him too much for him to bear. He only sat down and stared at him palms. He hadn't known Father Marquez for very long, but the seemingly innocent, good hearted priest had taken care of Cranky when he needed aid. It didn't feel right just letting Cammy and her company to and rescue him while Cranky stayed behind and did nothing. Then again, Delta Red was well trained to deal with organizations like Shadowlaw and Cranky was just a street thug.

Looking for an excuse to go in there and help them, he settled on Kenny. Shadowlaw had him too, and it was imperative, for Cranky's morale anyway, to get in there and get Kenny out. The truth that he was trying so hard to deny was that he didn't want to lose Cammy again. When she didn't come back from her first mission, she had him worried sick for days on end, unable to eat or sleep, or even steal from people to be able feed himself. The only thing he could think about was her. It didn't matter that she was being a bitch right now because she had every reason to. The horrible things she said to him before leaving hadn't even scarred him. Knowing that he was unfaithful to her was a thousand times more painful than that.

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Wagner was thrown viciously against the wall, violently colliding with the cement surface with his back, strong enough fracture something in his back. Wagner's body slumped onto the floor, blood trailing from a broken lip. He looked at Bison who stood towering above him, who had hardly broken a sweat, swatting him away like some insignificant fly. His eyes darted over toward Kenny who lay unmoving just a few feet away. How powerful did the dictator become? Wagner had tried attacking him with his infamous Magnetic Break maneuver but Bison had simply grabbed his ankle and tossed him aside.

"Is that all you have to amuse me?" Bison asked with a smirk spread across his visage.

"I'm not done yet!" Wagner replied, pushing himself off the ground and launching his body upwards, extending his fist towards the dictator's face.

Bison slapped his hand away with an open fist and retaliated with an open-palm strike to Wagner's chest, flooring the young airman for the second time in three seconds. Blood flew from Wagner's mouth from the impact, adding to the red on Bison's suit. "You'll regret the day you spilled your filthy blood on me, airman." He delivered a bone shattering kick to Wagner's ribs who could only squirm in agony on the ground.

He was about to kick Wagner again, this time in the face, when a voice stopped him. "Sir?"

Bison spun around to meet the face of a Shadowlaw goon, this one barely out of the military staring at him with a look of confusion on his youthful face. "Isn't that one of the subjects for the Agent Initiative?"

Bison was at a loss of words for a moment, realizing that he was indeed about to destroy one of his newest prized possessions. "What are you doing outside of your post!" he demanded, trying to hide his folly. The truth was, Bison had no idea where this young man's post was, but it most likely wasn't here.

"I…I'm a prison guard, sir," he young goon replied, "and I'm about to start my shift. I'm bringing in the other subject right now."

Taking a quick look behind the young goon, Bison noticed "Father" Julian Marquez standing there, his face an expression of shock upon seeing the dictator's vicious assault on Wagner. "Let that be a warning to you," Bison threatened the newest prisoner. "Defy me and you will end up like these two sore losers." He turned back to the goon. "Take them to their cells. And dispose of the boy. We no longer need him."