As Ken jogged towards the place where he and Cammy had talked, he spoke out loud to himself.
"What am I doing?"
He had only met this girl twice and he was offering to take time out of his training schedule to teach her. Sure she was cute and everything; something about those pigtails. But normally when he saw a cute girl he offered to take her out to dinner or something of that sort. Somehow she was different. The first night he had met her she was so strong-willed and sure of herself. Yesterday she was acting totally different. Like she was a separate person. He could tell she was hiding something deep inside her. He could see it in her eyes. They had the same desperate look in them as Ryu's, his best friend and training partner, did when their sensei was killed. Of course Ken had never been one to hold his emotions in. That was part of the reason that he was in London now. So far he had had no luck in finding any clues about his sensei's murder. Maybe he'd have better
luck in finding out what was wrong with Cammy. Ken looked at his watch.
"Okay, I'm ten minutes early, she'd better show."
Cammy awoke in a cold sweat. She had suffered from the same horrible dreams of her father being tortured, only now the man wasn't her father anymore. It was his body, his face, but not his eyes, not him. She felt tears swelling in her eyes. Why was she having these strange nightmares? Cammy stood and cleared her mind. She wasn't going to cry anymore, she was going to be strong. So she swallowed the pain and tears and looked at her clock.
"Oh no, I'm going to be late!"
Cammy rushed to get dressed in her uniform as she normally would for school. She yelled goodbye to her mother from the front door. She didn't want her mom to suspect anything. Cammy walked the same way to school except she passed the school and kept on walking to the place where she had met Ken again. When she rounded the corner, he was already waiting, impatiently, for her. When Ken noticed her he scanned her up and down and began to laugh hysterically.
"Hey! What are you laughing at? You look like someone out of a bad martial arts movie."
Ken stopped laughing and looked at his ensemble, which consisted of a red gi.
"Well at least I am ready to get some work done today. Why did you wear that anyway?"
"I had to kinda pretend I was going to school."
"Your skipping school?! Wow, I took you for a daddy's girl. You did bring a change of clothes right?"
"Of course. But where are we going? I don't think we could get anything done here."
"Well my parents have a vacation home here. I'm staying there while I'm in London. It has it's own gym so we'll have plenty of space."
"Vacation home! Own gym! Are you loaded or something?"
"Well my parents are so I guess that makes me too, so yeah."
"Let's go then…you lead the way."
"Okay but you've gotta keep up!"
Cammy didn't even have time to ask why before Ken sprinted off. She ran after him and soon caught up and began running at his speed. She would have passed him if she knew the way. When they arrived at Ken's home some time later Cammy's already short breath caught. It was HUGE! He led her around the side of the mansion to a small doorway.
"We don't have time for the grand tour today. There is a place in here where you can change."
Cammy walked out after changing and Ken tried not to stare. Her body was much more built than he originally had thought. But he shook his head and tried to concentrate on the task at hand. He led her to the workout mats.
"Okay, hit me."
"Huh?"
"Hit me! Try and punch me or something, anything."
"But you haven't done anything."
"Yeah, remember, you need to learn to fight on the offensive. "
"Right, okay here I go."
Cammy pulled her right arm back and threw a punch directed at Ken's lower jaw line. He caught her fist in his hand.
"Try again!"
Cammy, now frustrated, reached her left fist back and aimed this one at his nose. Hw
quickly caught this one too. Still gripping her fists Ken spoke.
"Okay, lesson number one. Don't let yourself get screwed. Right now your screwed.
You can't…"
Cammy kneed Ken in the stomach.
"…Do…anything."
Ken let go of Cammy's hands to rub his stomach.
"Ow, that hurts. Okay I get it; you're not that much of a novice. We'll work on something a little harder than basics."
Cammy smiled.
"Okay, I'm ready."
"Let's go then."
Ken and Cammy worked together for the rest of the day, and on every other day for two weeks. During this time Ken could began to develop feelings stronger than friendship for Cammy. But he didn't dare to act on them. She defiantly was suffering from something that she had buried deep within herself. It was always present, sometimes more noticeable than others. Something was haunting her.
Bison sat in his throne room and posed a question tone of his many minions.
"Is he ready yet?"
Vega stood behind Bison and watched anxiously as Shadowlaw's latest 'project' was presented to them. The doctor stuttered as he carefully chose his words.
"Yes my lord, we believe so."
"Believe so?"
"Yes sir. Being the first time we have ever attempted this procedure and actually had the subject survive, the affects have not yet been thoroughly inspected. But, in theory, yes he is ready."
Vega smiled maliciously as he spoke.
"How do we know that he won't go soft on one of his missions?"
The frightened doctor managed to stammer.
"Uh, that can't be determined."
Vega laughed the kind of laugh that rolled along your body and gave you chill bumps.
"Then he is imperfect, useless to us. I should just kill him now to save time."
Bison stood.
"Silence Vega!"
In a calmer, more relaxed tone Bison said.
"Now I don't see any reason why we shouldn't trust the good doctor's work. How about a test run? There has been a fly bothering me lately."
"What if he regains his memory? He could put this organization in danger."
Bison became angry again.
"Are you under minding me?"
"No sir, I just…ughhhh."
Vega grasped his head and fell to the floor in pain. He felt as if thousands of tiny needled were jabbing themselves into his brain. He managed to speak between gritted teeth.
"Please…master…I'm sorry to have…questioned you."
The pain subsided. Vega remained on the floor at Bison's feet to catch his breath.
"You need to remember you place and keep it Vega. I don't tolerate disobedience or disloyalty. But back to our little experiment, this man I mentioned has been sticking his nose where it doesn't belong and needs to be eliminated."
Bison walked to the solider, his solider. His green eyes were expressionless as he stared forward blankly. Bison spoke to him.
"Solider, you are to eliminate a man for me, can you do that?"
The solider tensed and spoke almost robotically.
"Yes sir! Name and location sir!"
Bison smiled with a rapturous satisfaction and spoke again.
"…London, England. His name is Guile, William Guile."