Guile woke to the sound of the phone ringing.  He managed to mumble some incoherent greeting.  The voice on the line spoke.

"Captain Guile?"

More clearly Guile said

"Yes, it's me."

"Yes sir, uh...We need you to come down to General Watson's office immediately.  There is a problem concerning Charles Nash.  Since you are involved in his case, you need to be there."

"What's the problem?"

Jane was awake now.  She wrapped her arm around Guile's and listened closely.

"Sir, I don't think I should tell you over the phone."

"God Dammit!  What's the problem?"

A little agitated the voice blurted out

"The problem sir, is that he has been murdered."

Guile was silent.  The voice spoke again.

"We have a suspect in custody now."

"I'll be right in."

Guile hung up the phone a stared forward blankly.  Charlie can't be gone.  Jane spoke

"William, what's wrong?  What happened?"

"I have to leave."

"Not without telling me what's wrong."

Guile yelled as he rose from the bed and the comfort of the covers.
"Charlie's dead!  He's been murdered!  And now I'm going to go and kill whoever killed him!"

Guile stormed off putting on a T-shirt as he left.

                Cammy opened her eyes to darkness.  As she began to recall the recent events she silently wished that they had been a nightmare.  That the sun would rise and Ken would be lying beside her, asleep.  That her father would be lying in the hospital bed, alive.  But the pain in the back of her head and her side told her otherwise.  The pain in her heart told her otherwise.  This was real.  She sat up and after her vision cleared, she was able to make out the silhouette of a door.  She was being held prisoner.  As this realization hit her, she screamed.

"NOOO!"

With a roar of fury and hatred surging up from her chest, Cammy ran full tilt at the door.  She launched a drop kick at the steel door, slamming into it hard enough to rattle her jaw, then fell and banged her head hard on the cement floor.  Adrenaline screamed in her, and she pushed the pain away.  She was up on her feet again, and she kicked and punched at the door with only the echo of her own grunts in the room to accompany her.  Several minutes passed.  She slowed, breathing heavily.  The adrenaline subsided.  The ache in her skull and the pain in her bloody, ravaged knuckles was real.  The skin on her fists was scraped raw.  Cammy reached up to tough the back of her head, and her fingers came back streaked with blood.  She sat on the floor, pulled her knees to her cheat and began to cry.  She hated herself for it.  She wasn't giving up.  She was going to get out of here.

                Guile sped down the street.  He was glad that it was so late and that other cars weren't on the road.  They would have been in his way.  He reached the base in record time and drove to the ID checkpoint.  Luckily his car had a sticker ID on the windshield.  He had rushed out so fast he had forgotten his wallet.  It must have been a sight for the young airman working at the checkpoint to see him, Captain Guile who was only a few years shy of becoming a colonel, in sweatpants and a T-shirt. (A/N:  An airman is the lowest ranking member of the Air Force.  They are usually new members.  Though the name gives the impression, they DO NOT fly planes.  They usually do the odd jobs on the base; ie: ID checkers, chow hall attendants.  Though some do have a specialty.  Anyway back to the action)  The airman saluted Guile as he drove past.  Guile now concentrated on staying calm.  General Watson would never let him speak to the man in custody if he had any reason to believe he wasn't going to be able to control himself.  Guile arrived at the General's office and entered the building.  He walked through the reception area and into General Watson's office.  The door was open.  Guile had been here not even two days ago.  He saluted the General.

"At ease."

Guile stood normally, trying to hide the anger and pain from his eyes.

"With all due respect sir, can you fill me in on just what the hell is going on?"

"To be honest Captain, we're not sure yet.  The young man in custody isn't talking.  He is either asking for a lawyer or babbling on about a girl.  But thankfully we had surveillance on Nash.  The tape should arrive with in the half hour."

Guile was still stuck on the young man part.

"Young man you say sir?"

"Yes.  Well, see for yourself."

General Watson hit a button on his desk and the room darkened, enabling them to see through a double-sided glass window into an interrogation room.  Guile's eyes grew wide with fury as he recognized the boy.  Ken.  He whispered to himself,

"Gothca you little son of a bitch."

He rushed from General Watson's office and into the interrogation room.  Ken looked up and saw Guile.

"Guile!  Oh thank God."

Guile reached across the table and pulled the still handcuffed Ken out of his seat and halfway onto the table.  He yelled

"You'd better pray to him."

Arms grabbed Guile from behind and tried to pull him from Ken.  General Watson stood in the doorway.  He yelled.

"Captain, take a seat!"

Guile cursed himself for loosing control.

"I'm sorry General."

He took his seat as told and collected himself.  He needed to question Ken.  Do this the right way.  Keep it together.  He then began.

"What were you doing in the hospital?"

Ken spoke frantically

"I brought Cammy to see her father."

Oh God!  Now Cammy was involved.  Screw being professional.

"And where the hell is she now?"

"That's what I've been trying to tell these people.  Whoever killed Charlie has Cammy."

"Where is she?  You know!"

Guile banged hard on the table.  Just then another airman opened the door and saluted General Watson and Guile.

"Sir, I have the surveillance tape."

General Watson stood and took the tape, placing it in the TV/VCR in the room.  The screen was split into quarters.  One showing Charlie, asleep in the hospital bed, one showing the door, one showing the nurse's station, and the last showing the elevator.  Guile watched the tape in horror and astonishment, as did Ken.  The boy wasn't lying.  A man had entered Charlie room through the ceiling.  Guile saw the struggle, the murder, and the kidnapping.  He saw Ken discover Charlie's lifeless body.  He saw it all.  All of it.  The screen went blank and the room was silent.  Guile fell on the floor in anguish.  Charlie dead.  Cammy kidnapped.  And that man, Guile knew who he was.  The second in command of Shadowlaw.  Vega DeCerna.

                Vega stalked slowly down the hall of Shadowlaw's underground headquarters.  He had just finished telling Lord Bison that his mission had been a success.  However, he did not tell him about the girl.  Of course Lord Bison hadn't asked either.  Cammy.  That's what her father had called her.  He reached the cell where he had placed her limp body upon returning.  He opened the steel door that led into the cell.  It wasn't locked.  Of course there was no reason for it to be.  There wasn't a handle on the inside.  Just the perfect, hard smoothness of steel.  He looked inside, using the light from the hall to make out the form of Cammy.  He could see blood matted in her blonde hair, which was coming loose from those intriguing braids.  Vega looked at the cement floor.  Blood was stained there too.  He gave a soft laugh at this.  This caused her to turn and look at him.  Her expression was one of fear.  Only about six feet separated them.  He turned and walked towards her, a malicious smiled painted on his lips.  She pressed her body tighter against the wall.  Perhaps she was afraid because he now wore his prized weapon.  A cloth and steel glove with three long blades.  His lovely claw.  The door was slowly closing behind him.  Suddenly, Cammy's face changed into rage.  She let out an anguished battle cry as she swung her legs against his, sweeping him to the floor.  Surprised, he fell to the side as she made a mad dash for the door.  He heard it click shut, and then there was darkness.  He was about to curse himself for underestimating her until her heard her begin to scream.

"NO! GOD DAMMIT!  NOOOO!"

She was crying loudly and banging wildly at the steel door.  Vega stood and began to laugh hysterically.  She didn't make it out of the door before it closed.  And now she was trapped in the darkness, with him.

Wow!  This took me a long time.  Sorry about that, writers block sucks very badly.  But I think (hope) I'm over it.  Please tell me what you thought.