"So let me get this straight. There were three of you that were to create an organization based on one you were previously from, but during the establishment of your buildings, the 'pig', as you like to call him, took immediate control, and warped the dream. More surprisingly, you used to know M. Bison himself, as it seems. Is that true?"
"Took you long enough. A little off on the building assumption, but you're there with some of the rest."
"Can you tell me what happened?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why you're here, when did this all happen, and more importantly, what can be done to stop Bison? This time, without any euphemisms and/or riddles."
"Hmmm, I wonder if I should bore you with such meaningless rambles. Compared to your unfaithful escapade last night with Miss Shirley, my stories would be such a bore."
"How d...what are you talking about?"
"Mister Tesh, all this time I've been in here, I've noticed that all the inmates are not worth bathing in the words you're hearing today, mostly because you have your sanity and clarity, which is how I dealt with many. But the reason I gave your such mind play is that you've done the same with your significant other, and I don't mean the Limp Bizkit CD your girlfriend left in your car the other week."
"Will you please be quiet, Mister Siva?"
"That's another thing, Michael. Call me Jason. You make me sound important, as you made Elissa believe she was the only one for you back when you were engaged to...Caitlin, is it? Nice D-cup on that one."
"Stop making these stories up, Mister Siva. You're---."
"If I'm making this up, why are you sweating? Why is your voice quivering? The more important question is how do I know what you refuse to hear, yet you loved the feel of, you five-inch bastard?"
".......Guards, take him out of here. We're done for today..."
"Tell Diane I said hello...."

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Subject: JS-03
Time: 13:12:55 PST Day 2
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"Good morning, Mister Siva."
"Hello. May I ask what happened with my new friend, Mister Tesh?"
"Let's put it this way. Everything you said to him has made him change his religion. And for that, I thank you. No woman should fall into his wanna-be James Bond lifestyle. He's mostly a desk jockey, anyway."
"You're welcome, and if you think that I miss him, that is false. I'm never one to complain when in the immediate presence of a woman..."
"...'Especially one as beautiful as you,' right? Heard it before, hate it to this day."
"Well, you are beautiful...but not as much as my wife."
"So you're married?"
"Quite much. We were conjoined in a non-ceremonial way by those that operate without need of the purposeless signed contract."
"I see. What type of people were these?"
"Mystics, gypsies, psychics...we went by many names to many people. So did my wife. But only I was allowed to call her 'Kali.'"
"Kali? Siva's wife in their mythic layout, right?"
"Mmm, yes. Though it has been years since I've seen her, I still remember her every detail. Her long, purple hair that flowed like the welcome breezes. Deep, enigmatical eyes of a jade tone, and skin as soft as my last memory of the morning sun that shone over our wet bodies. The last time I saw her, she had a long, purple dress, covering a sleeveless spandex outfit. She even had her 'trademark' yellow scarf she used for battle, as well as private matters."
"It that so? Do you still love her?"
"Yes. Even if death does us part, she will be with me, as I to her."
"That's very touching...but let's move onto other matters, in other words, let's get to where you left off with Agent Tesh."
"Very well. By the way, your name?"
"Mina Zan. Pleasure to meet you, Jason."
"Pleasure's all mine."
"Okay, but first, let's get to why we need this information."
"Oh, I'm sure of the reason, and I'm willing to tell. I just hope you make better use of it than I will once I leave this place."
"And why's that?"
"Even if I told you everything you need to, Bison is the type that will adapt to countermeasures like a chameleon to its terrain. To detect his patterns, to best him in every aspect known to men or gods, you have to be one of the last two thing things he'd expect to exist. One, to be stronger than him...."
"And the other?"
"Be me."
"Well, a very bold statement, considering your situation."
"Just because I'm here now doesn't I will be when I die. I plan to see to the end of Bison myself if the bastard's still alive. There's no one that can defeat him, and even if they can somehow, they won't kill him. The threat of him is strong, and grows stronger so long as there is hatred, baseness, calamity in this torn world. I can still feel him, and I know that he lives the way darkness lives in us all. Evergreen, ever-present, and ever-acting."
"So what do you want to do? How do you expect to get out of here, when the sole intention is to keep you here for further containment of anything related to him?"
"Simple. By doing it...."

[A loud sound of energy dispersal is heard, while screams from Mina meld into the energy fluctuations. What sounds like twelve guards rush into the room, only to be heard being slammed into what could only be solid objects, or maybe Jason's own physical onslaught. As the energy is heard slowly dissipating, Jason speaks before the recorder is turned off.]

"If the recorder is still active, I hope you're feeling very swollen now that you know I could've escaped at any time. Bison's life will belong to me...and me alone...."