Persistence
by Bug-chan
Chapter 3 - Moving in
A few hours later, all the other fighters gathered their things again and moved out of the hotel, without the Carribean reggae lover, towards the Cambodia branch of Interpol, where Chun Li was. A few hours, they made it and met Chun Li, who led them to a presentation room.
"Here's the video footage of an entire day, day and night, of the border area. When Karin showed a small footage, it showed regular activity on the border, as if it was like a heartbeat. Well, it's like that too at night," the Chinese officer said and fast-forwarded to a point where it said "2000 hours". The trucks in the video still moved like that during the day, this time, without people. "I've asked the Laotian and Cambodian governments about whether they trade at night and the answer was 'Never'."
"So...that leaves us with one possibility," said Honda, twirling with his ponytail that happened not to be bound behind his head at the moment.
"Illegal activity," finished Chun Li. Most of the people nodded.
"So shall we get going to the border? I think it's best we see what actually goes on with our own eyes," suggested the American Major.
"I second that," agreed Cammy. "Let's get going then. I'll have MI6 arrange transportation within half an hour."
A FEW HOURS LATER
The group got off near the border, close enough to see that there were trucks going back and forth indeed quite regularly. Rose then started, "Beware, I sense a great evil and disturbance within those trucks." Everyone then looked at the beautiful psychic in question.
"Bison?" Fei Long vocalized everyone's thoughts. Rose didn't answer to that immediately; instead, she went deeper into thought, trying to pinpoint it.
"Most likely so. The evil is very strong, but it is...different...than Bison. It could be his revived form, or it could be someone else, but there is no one who can be more evil than Bison," replied the psychic. Karin then took out her laptop and punched in some keys.
"I'm tracing the trucks within Cambodia. They aren't going too far from here, roughly a mile or two along the road," Karin announced.
"Then what happens to the trucks?" Asked Guile.
"They just...what the? They just disappear!!" exclaimed the girl with braided hair (A/N help me with her description, she's got weird hair).
"Interesting," mumbled Dhalsim. Then a cell phone rang and Cammy picked it up. She talked for about a minute before hanging up. "The place where the tournament is going to be held has been fully confirmed. It's near the place where the trucks disappear," the British agent announced.
"Best get moving. We will plan better once we see everything," replied Zangief and the fighters started moving. A while later, under the bright tropic sun and the unbelievable humidity typical in Southeast Asia, the group arrived, sweaty and tired, more tired than usual after trekking for one mile. The entire group travelled with a serious air, as if a cloud of seriousness descended on them and dragged them along. Ken, always the cocky one, decided to lighten up the group a tad bit and tapped on Chun Li's wet, white T-shirt-clad shoulder.
"Yes?" she asked, then noticed that the American Shotokan master wasn't exactly looking at her. No, he was looking at her but more at her...well-endowed...assets. "If you keep looking at my chest like that, I'm gonna call Eliza this minute and tell her you've been cheating on her," she threatened.
"Aww? But you yourself know that you attract glances, especially given your outfit right now?" Ken asked, his voice sounding like a whining six-year-old boy. This caused the Chinese fighter to blush, who proceeded to throw a punch at him. It connected and Ken fell down, painfully. This brought out looks of contempt and snickers from the group. He brought himself up with a goofy smile of his own and caught up with the group, now having lost the serious air.
'Immature as usual,' Ryu thought to himself, shaking his head lightly before walking along with the group. He then glanced at Chun Li, and couldn't help but blush himself too, albeit lighter than the aforementioned fighter, and have a certain feeling engulf inside of him. 'What is this feeling? I've never felt this before,' he thought, then quelled the feeling as quickly as it surfaced.
The group kept going, keeping an eye on the trucks while maintaining some distance between the trail and them. Then they found out how the trucks disappeared. "Look there," said Sakura, pointing to where the trucks appeared to be going down somewhere.
"Tunnels," inferred Dhalsim. "They are good with deceit."
"Indeed," said Gen, scratching his massive white beard. "Even more inconspicuous than a temple. They are growing smarter."
"The satellite doesn't show any other exit or entrance. That's the only opening it's picking up," Karin said, looking at her laptop once again.
"Guess we'll have to search on our own then. Let's split into two groups, one will go in here to look for Dee Jay and the other will go sign up and participate in the street fighter tournament," suggested Sakura. She paused, then added, "And I'm going to participate in the tournament!!!" Ryu could only shake his head at this, wondering whether it was her or Ken that was more immature. A minute later, Ryu, Chun Li, Sakura, Guile, Dan, Gen and Zangief took off towards the tournament grounds while the rest of the group stayed back and tried to think of a way to enter the premises unnoticed.
TBC
A/N - OK, that's enough planning for once, even I'm getting sick of it! Thanks go to my reviewers for their comments about this fic; i'm even surprising myself by keeping on going. Keep those reviews coming! and btw, sorry for the short chapter, I thought this would be the best place to end it. I also hoped you enjoyed the small comic relief I put in this chapter.
by Bug-chan
Chapter 3 - Moving in
A few hours later, all the other fighters gathered their things again and moved out of the hotel, without the Carribean reggae lover, towards the Cambodia branch of Interpol, where Chun Li was. A few hours, they made it and met Chun Li, who led them to a presentation room.
"Here's the video footage of an entire day, day and night, of the border area. When Karin showed a small footage, it showed regular activity on the border, as if it was like a heartbeat. Well, it's like that too at night," the Chinese officer said and fast-forwarded to a point where it said "2000 hours". The trucks in the video still moved like that during the day, this time, without people. "I've asked the Laotian and Cambodian governments about whether they trade at night and the answer was 'Never'."
"So...that leaves us with one possibility," said Honda, twirling with his ponytail that happened not to be bound behind his head at the moment.
"Illegal activity," finished Chun Li. Most of the people nodded.
"So shall we get going to the border? I think it's best we see what actually goes on with our own eyes," suggested the American Major.
"I second that," agreed Cammy. "Let's get going then. I'll have MI6 arrange transportation within half an hour."
A FEW HOURS LATER
The group got off near the border, close enough to see that there were trucks going back and forth indeed quite regularly. Rose then started, "Beware, I sense a great evil and disturbance within those trucks." Everyone then looked at the beautiful psychic in question.
"Bison?" Fei Long vocalized everyone's thoughts. Rose didn't answer to that immediately; instead, she went deeper into thought, trying to pinpoint it.
"Most likely so. The evil is very strong, but it is...different...than Bison. It could be his revived form, or it could be someone else, but there is no one who can be more evil than Bison," replied the psychic. Karin then took out her laptop and punched in some keys.
"I'm tracing the trucks within Cambodia. They aren't going too far from here, roughly a mile or two along the road," Karin announced.
"Then what happens to the trucks?" Asked Guile.
"They just...what the? They just disappear!!" exclaimed the girl with braided hair (A/N help me with her description, she's got weird hair).
"Interesting," mumbled Dhalsim. Then a cell phone rang and Cammy picked it up. She talked for about a minute before hanging up. "The place where the tournament is going to be held has been fully confirmed. It's near the place where the trucks disappear," the British agent announced.
"Best get moving. We will plan better once we see everything," replied Zangief and the fighters started moving. A while later, under the bright tropic sun and the unbelievable humidity typical in Southeast Asia, the group arrived, sweaty and tired, more tired than usual after trekking for one mile. The entire group travelled with a serious air, as if a cloud of seriousness descended on them and dragged them along. Ken, always the cocky one, decided to lighten up the group a tad bit and tapped on Chun Li's wet, white T-shirt-clad shoulder.
"Yes?" she asked, then noticed that the American Shotokan master wasn't exactly looking at her. No, he was looking at her but more at her...well-endowed...assets. "If you keep looking at my chest like that, I'm gonna call Eliza this minute and tell her you've been cheating on her," she threatened.
"Aww? But you yourself know that you attract glances, especially given your outfit right now?" Ken asked, his voice sounding like a whining six-year-old boy. This caused the Chinese fighter to blush, who proceeded to throw a punch at him. It connected and Ken fell down, painfully. This brought out looks of contempt and snickers from the group. He brought himself up with a goofy smile of his own and caught up with the group, now having lost the serious air.
'Immature as usual,' Ryu thought to himself, shaking his head lightly before walking along with the group. He then glanced at Chun Li, and couldn't help but blush himself too, albeit lighter than the aforementioned fighter, and have a certain feeling engulf inside of him. 'What is this feeling? I've never felt this before,' he thought, then quelled the feeling as quickly as it surfaced.
The group kept going, keeping an eye on the trucks while maintaining some distance between the trail and them. Then they found out how the trucks disappeared. "Look there," said Sakura, pointing to where the trucks appeared to be going down somewhere.
"Tunnels," inferred Dhalsim. "They are good with deceit."
"Indeed," said Gen, scratching his massive white beard. "Even more inconspicuous than a temple. They are growing smarter."
"The satellite doesn't show any other exit or entrance. That's the only opening it's picking up," Karin said, looking at her laptop once again.
"Guess we'll have to search on our own then. Let's split into two groups, one will go in here to look for Dee Jay and the other will go sign up and participate in the street fighter tournament," suggested Sakura. She paused, then added, "And I'm going to participate in the tournament!!!" Ryu could only shake his head at this, wondering whether it was her or Ken that was more immature. A minute later, Ryu, Chun Li, Sakura, Guile, Dan, Gen and Zangief took off towards the tournament grounds while the rest of the group stayed back and tried to think of a way to enter the premises unnoticed.
TBC
A/N - OK, that's enough planning for once, even I'm getting sick of it! Thanks go to my reviewers for their comments about this fic; i'm even surprising myself by keeping on going. Keep those reviews coming! and btw, sorry for the short chapter, I thought this would be the best place to end it. I also hoped you enjoyed the small comic relief I put in this chapter.