When Charlie arrived at his hotel he knew that he had to be able to see
Cammy on a regular basis. He picked up the phone and dialed Guile's number
by heart. Guile's familiar voice answered on the second ring.
"Hello?"
"Guile it's me, Charlie."
"Oh, hey, how did it go today?"
"She is so wonderful, Guile. I can't begin to tell you how amazing she is. She looks just like me. And she just talks and talks without even stopping to take a breath."
"Just like you?"
"Huh? Oh I'm sorry, I'm just really excited to finally be in Cammy's life."
"Cammy?"
"Yeah, Camilla named her after herself."
"I see. So when are you heading home man, we miss you here already."
"I needed to talk to you about that. I can't be just an occasional part of Cammy's life. It has to be permanent; I have to stay here with her. I have missed so much already."
"Are you really serious about this?"
"More serious than anything else ever before."
"Well then it looks like I'm moving."
"Huh? Why you?"
"You don't think you can get rid of me that easily do you Nash? Besides, somebody has to be there to keep an eye on you."
"Ha, ha, ha, real funny Guile. Well I'd better go so I can get some sleep."
"Okay man, I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Bye Guile"
"Later."
* * * Life pretty much stayed happy for Charlie after Cammy came into his life. Guile moved to London shortly after his marriage to his high school sweetheart, Jane. She soon gave birth to a little girl; they named her Melissa. Charlie and Guile's growing families became one. Cammy continued to amaze them everyday. Once she was old enough, they began to teach her basic fighting skills she could use to protect herself; she seemed to have inherited Charlie's natural talent, and excelled. Mostly because of Charlie's influence, she had grown into kind of a tomboy, yet insisted on wearing her long, blonde hair in braided pigtails. By the time she was 15 years old, he knew he had a handful. Cammy liked to be an individual but showed her father respect as he continued to teach her the confidence and strength, which had allowed her to grow into quite an extraordinary young girl.
* * * "DAD!!!"
Cammy reached her head out of her room.
"COME IN HERE!!!"
She had plans to go on her first date ever, but she couldn't tell her father that. She had told him that she was going to the movies with a bunch of girlfriends. It wasn't a total lie; she had just managed to leave out a little bit of information, like the fact that Zack was coming. He was so cute, and the first boy who had ever even given Cammy a second glance. She was glad too; pretty soon she would be turning 16. She didn't want to hit 16 with out going on a date. Her father knocked on her half way open door. He was always doing stuff like that.
"Come on in Dad."
He walked in and shut the door behind him.
"So what is so important that you had to scream bloody murder for me to get in here?"
"How do I look?"
Cammy spun around so her dad could get the full effect of her outfit.
"Why, is something different?"
"No Dad, do I look hot?"
"HOT? My daughter?"
She slapped him on his shoulder.
"DAD!"
"Cammy you look absolutely stunning."
She felt the red creeping up her face. She once again slapped her dad's shoulder. "Why do you always say stuff like that, to embarrass me?"
"No, I say it because it's true."
"Well I know.but it sounds weird coming form you."
"Who wouldn't it sound weird coming from?"
"What do you mean?"
"I bet it wouldn't sound weird to you if that Zack boy said it."
Cammy froze, took a deep breath and turned to face her father. He always found out about everything.
"I'm sorry I lied to you Dad. I just thought that you'd say no."
"And you knew that your mother would say no and that's why you asked to stay with me this weekend."
Cammy felt a rush of guilt. She loved her dad so much. From the first moment he came into her life she had loved him. She didn't want to ever hurt him.
"Dad that is not the only reason I asked to stay with you this weekend. I love it here and I love being with you. I lied mostly because I don't want to be the only girl who hasn't been on a date."
"Cammy I know you didn't mean to hurt my feelings. But you have to tell me the truth or this whole trust thing we have going on is not going to work. Wait a minute? Since when have you been one to follow the crowd?"
"I'm not following the crowd, I'm following everyone else in the world but me."
"Stop being so dramatic and we'll make a deal. Were you telling the truth about your girlfriends going?"
"Yeah"
"Okay, so as long as their still going, I guess it would be okay for you to go."
Just then, the phone rang.
"Hold on, I'll be right back."
Charlie wrapped his hand around the receiver and answered.
"Hello?"
"Is this Charles Nash?"
"Yes it is."
"I'm calling to report to you that you have been asked to go on a special duty mission led by William Guile."
"Special duty? What's the mission?"
"It has to do with Redskull."
Charlie felt fear creeping through his heart. Rudskull was the code name for one of the most corrupt and evil crime syndicate leaders of this century. This was a big deal.
"What's the mission?"
"I'm not at liberty to discuss this matter with you, never the less over the phone. You are to report to Special Operations at 0500 tomorrow morning."
TOMORROW!
"Yes sir, I'll be there."
Charlie hung up the phone. How was he going to tell Cammy? He could never lie to her. Charlie ascended the stairs to go back into Cammy's room. Right now all he wanted was to hug his little girl. When he wrapped his arms around his daughter he may have held her a little too tightly.
"Dad? What's wrong? Do you not want me to go?"
"No it's not that."
"Good because I would have gone anyway, it's too late for you to change your mind."
Charlie smiled at her. He didn't want to tell her this.
"Cammy, I have to tell you something."
"What is it Dad? Are you okay? Is something wrong?"
"No nothing's wrong, but I have to leave for a while on a mission. Guile is going to be going also."
"How long are we talking?"
"Oh not long. It's just a real important mission."
"Oh okay. When do you have to leave?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"Tomorrow morning! Dad what's so important that you have to leave on such short notice."
"You know I can't tell you that. But it needs to be dealt with immediately."
Cammy could feel the tears beginning to swell up behind her eyelids. When she looked into her father's eyes she could see that they still looked exactly them same as hers, tears and all.
"Dad, I don't want you to go and I can tell you don't want to go either."
"Cammy listen to me. This has nothing to do with want; it's my duty. Now I want you to forget about this for now and go out on your date. We can talk when you get back."
Cammy wiped her tear-streaked face and took a deep breath.
"Okay Dad. If you swear to me that you will tell me more when I get home."
"Yeah I will, just go for now and have fun."
"Hello?"
"Guile it's me, Charlie."
"Oh, hey, how did it go today?"
"She is so wonderful, Guile. I can't begin to tell you how amazing she is. She looks just like me. And she just talks and talks without even stopping to take a breath."
"Just like you?"
"Huh? Oh I'm sorry, I'm just really excited to finally be in Cammy's life."
"Cammy?"
"Yeah, Camilla named her after herself."
"I see. So when are you heading home man, we miss you here already."
"I needed to talk to you about that. I can't be just an occasional part of Cammy's life. It has to be permanent; I have to stay here with her. I have missed so much already."
"Are you really serious about this?"
"More serious than anything else ever before."
"Well then it looks like I'm moving."
"Huh? Why you?"
"You don't think you can get rid of me that easily do you Nash? Besides, somebody has to be there to keep an eye on you."
"Ha, ha, ha, real funny Guile. Well I'd better go so I can get some sleep."
"Okay man, I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Bye Guile"
"Later."
* * * Life pretty much stayed happy for Charlie after Cammy came into his life. Guile moved to London shortly after his marriage to his high school sweetheart, Jane. She soon gave birth to a little girl; they named her Melissa. Charlie and Guile's growing families became one. Cammy continued to amaze them everyday. Once she was old enough, they began to teach her basic fighting skills she could use to protect herself; she seemed to have inherited Charlie's natural talent, and excelled. Mostly because of Charlie's influence, she had grown into kind of a tomboy, yet insisted on wearing her long, blonde hair in braided pigtails. By the time she was 15 years old, he knew he had a handful. Cammy liked to be an individual but showed her father respect as he continued to teach her the confidence and strength, which had allowed her to grow into quite an extraordinary young girl.
* * * "DAD!!!"
Cammy reached her head out of her room.
"COME IN HERE!!!"
She had plans to go on her first date ever, but she couldn't tell her father that. She had told him that she was going to the movies with a bunch of girlfriends. It wasn't a total lie; she had just managed to leave out a little bit of information, like the fact that Zack was coming. He was so cute, and the first boy who had ever even given Cammy a second glance. She was glad too; pretty soon she would be turning 16. She didn't want to hit 16 with out going on a date. Her father knocked on her half way open door. He was always doing stuff like that.
"Come on in Dad."
He walked in and shut the door behind him.
"So what is so important that you had to scream bloody murder for me to get in here?"
"How do I look?"
Cammy spun around so her dad could get the full effect of her outfit.
"Why, is something different?"
"No Dad, do I look hot?"
"HOT? My daughter?"
She slapped him on his shoulder.
"DAD!"
"Cammy you look absolutely stunning."
She felt the red creeping up her face. She once again slapped her dad's shoulder. "Why do you always say stuff like that, to embarrass me?"
"No, I say it because it's true."
"Well I know.but it sounds weird coming form you."
"Who wouldn't it sound weird coming from?"
"What do you mean?"
"I bet it wouldn't sound weird to you if that Zack boy said it."
Cammy froze, took a deep breath and turned to face her father. He always found out about everything.
"I'm sorry I lied to you Dad. I just thought that you'd say no."
"And you knew that your mother would say no and that's why you asked to stay with me this weekend."
Cammy felt a rush of guilt. She loved her dad so much. From the first moment he came into her life she had loved him. She didn't want to ever hurt him.
"Dad that is not the only reason I asked to stay with you this weekend. I love it here and I love being with you. I lied mostly because I don't want to be the only girl who hasn't been on a date."
"Cammy I know you didn't mean to hurt my feelings. But you have to tell me the truth or this whole trust thing we have going on is not going to work. Wait a minute? Since when have you been one to follow the crowd?"
"I'm not following the crowd, I'm following everyone else in the world but me."
"Stop being so dramatic and we'll make a deal. Were you telling the truth about your girlfriends going?"
"Yeah"
"Okay, so as long as their still going, I guess it would be okay for you to go."
Just then, the phone rang.
"Hold on, I'll be right back."
Charlie wrapped his hand around the receiver and answered.
"Hello?"
"Is this Charles Nash?"
"Yes it is."
"I'm calling to report to you that you have been asked to go on a special duty mission led by William Guile."
"Special duty? What's the mission?"
"It has to do with Redskull."
Charlie felt fear creeping through his heart. Rudskull was the code name for one of the most corrupt and evil crime syndicate leaders of this century. This was a big deal.
"What's the mission?"
"I'm not at liberty to discuss this matter with you, never the less over the phone. You are to report to Special Operations at 0500 tomorrow morning."
TOMORROW!
"Yes sir, I'll be there."
Charlie hung up the phone. How was he going to tell Cammy? He could never lie to her. Charlie ascended the stairs to go back into Cammy's room. Right now all he wanted was to hug his little girl. When he wrapped his arms around his daughter he may have held her a little too tightly.
"Dad? What's wrong? Do you not want me to go?"
"No it's not that."
"Good because I would have gone anyway, it's too late for you to change your mind."
Charlie smiled at her. He didn't want to tell her this.
"Cammy, I have to tell you something."
"What is it Dad? Are you okay? Is something wrong?"
"No nothing's wrong, but I have to leave for a while on a mission. Guile is going to be going also."
"How long are we talking?"
"Oh not long. It's just a real important mission."
"Oh okay. When do you have to leave?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"Tomorrow morning! Dad what's so important that you have to leave on such short notice."
"You know I can't tell you that. But it needs to be dealt with immediately."
Cammy could feel the tears beginning to swell up behind her eyelids. When she looked into her father's eyes she could see that they still looked exactly them same as hers, tears and all.
"Dad, I don't want you to go and I can tell you don't want to go either."
"Cammy listen to me. This has nothing to do with want; it's my duty. Now I want you to forget about this for now and go out on your date. We can talk when you get back."
Cammy wiped her tear-streaked face and took a deep breath.
"Okay Dad. If you swear to me that you will tell me more when I get home."
"Yeah I will, just go for now and have fun."