Vega leaned casually against a table in the small waiting room he had been
in for the past two hours. He was beginning to become impatient. Shortly
after leaving Cammy in the cell, he had gone to talk to Bison. Of course
he had first gone to change clothes, especially his shoes. 'Stupid girl.
But it does show her strength.' After telling Bison about her, he had been
told to come here and wait. Bison had said nothing other than that. Soon
Bison entered the room. His face was unreadable, expressionless as usual.
He then handed a manila folder to Vega. Vega opened it. In it was every
written record of Cammy's life from birth to today. He looked first at her
birth certificate. 'Camilla Faith White. Much more fitting of a name for
such a beauty.' After he had briefly looked over all the documents, even
her not so good school records, Bison spoke sternly.
"Now, after you have seen all of this I want you to tell me just why in the HELL you brought her here. As if she could possibly be of ANY use to us!"
'Why did I take her?' Vega was silent as he contemplated what to say.
"Vega!"
"Yes, my Lord?"
"I do believe I asked you a question."
"Yes, she was in the room when I arrived to kill the target, Charles Nash. She saw me, my face, I couldn't leave her."
"Then you should have killed her."
Vega was silent once again. Everything Bison was saying was correct. It was protocol to eradicate any complications. Why hadn't he followed it this time? Vega thought of Camilla; the feel of her body at the mercy of his, her fear, the taste of her blood. He closed his eyes. Not so much closed them as blinked just a little longer than was normal. Bison spoke again with a hint of humor.
"I am no fool. I know of your obsession with beauty. I am sure that this young girl is the pinnacle of it, is she not?"
"Yes, she is my Lord."
"Dammit Vega! She is still practically a child and you let you foolishness complicate things. I told you to make it clean and you bring back his god dammed illegitimate child!"
"I'm sorry my Lord. I just believe-"
"Believe what?"
"That she could be of some use to us."
"What use would that be? Tips on how to skip school!?"
Bison angrily slapped the folder from Vega's hands.
"No sir. It's just that, the man, Charles Nash. It wasn't just a coincidence that caused him to be perfect for the experiment. Genetically his body was perfect for it."
Now Bison was silent for a moment then spoke maliciously.
"So you are saying that this girl could be our second chance?"
Vega smiled evilly.
"Yes, my Lord."
When Cammy woke, all she could see was white. She must have fallen asleep shortly after Vega left her in the cell. Her falling asleep was more from fear than actually being tired. Now, once again, she had no idea where she was. She slowly sat up and realized that she was in a hospital room of sorts. She swung her legs carefully over the edge of the bed. Her entire body was one huge, dull ache. Cammy stood and walked towards the other side of the room to what looked to be a bathroom area. She had been changed into a thin white hospital gown. Her hair had been let down and washed as well as the rest of her body. 'How could I sleep through being changed?' When she looked in the mirror she noticed that the gash had been sewn up with at least 15 stitches. 'Or this?' Cammy looked into the mirror again. Her face was littered with bruises, all in different stages of their healing cycles, the least prominent were the now greenish brown bruises along her neck. She thought of her father then as she wrapped her arms around herself. 'What am I going to do? I'm trapped.'
Ken walked down the busy London sidewalk, taking long, hurried strides. It was a little after ten P.M. He really should have waited until later, but he was getting restless. 'All that time I was waiting for night to come; Cammy was at their mercy.' Soon, Ken entered the part of London that housed mostly nightclubs, bars and strip clubs. He was wearing his red fighting gi along with the brown fighting gloves, his hair tied back loosely with the red ribbon. As he walked through the crowd trying hard not to make eye contact with anyone, a bleached blonde woman in a black tube top and a pink skirt that was so tight and short it left nothing to the imagination, approached him. This was something Ken was used to, but something he also didn't need at the moment. She spoke in a gaudy British accent as she strolled along beside him.
"Eh there handsome. What are you doing out here without a girl on you arm?'
Ken spoke softly as he continued forward.
"I'm busy."
The woman grabbed his arm, stopping him from walking further, as she spoke again.
"You know luv, I could be your date for practically nothing."
She ran her fingers along his shoulder and to his chest touching his skin as she directed a strange nod behind him. Ken's eyes grew wide. 'Oh my God. She's a hooker!' He then grabbed her hand ignoring her fake giggle and removed it from his body. Ken then turned and scanned the crowd looking for whoever she was nodding at, whoever it was that was watching her. He then spotted a short man looking at the two as he nervously twiddled his fingers. Ken quickly moved towards the man, leaving the woman behind. The man turned and ran away. Ken swiftly ran after him and soon had him cornered. The man squealed.
"I didn't do nothing, man! It's all her. She should have known you were a cop!"
"I'm not a cop."
"What? Then why did you come after me?"
" I need some information. It's something only scum like you would know about."
"I don't know shit. And who you calling scum!"
Ken stepped closer to the sniveling short man, almost towering above him.
"I think you are scum, and I think you do know something. There a fights held somewhere around here. Illegal street fights. They are usually by invitation only, but I feel like crashing. I need you to tell me where."
"I don't know nothing!"
Ken placed his inverted hand under the man's chin pulling it up and spoke.
"Am I going to have to refresh your memory?"
The man managed to stammer.
"About ten blocks south of here. There will be two men standing at what looks like the back door to a restaurant. I can't get you past them though I swear!"
Ken roughly pushed the man away.
"It won't be needed."
As he walked away, in the direction the man had told him Ken thought about what he had just done. He was never like this usually. He was totally cruel to that man. He probably could have spotted him a twenty and got the same information. But of course these weren't normal circumstances. He was angry. Ken thought of Cammy for the millionth time today. 'I have to find her as soon as possible.'
Sorry it took so long. The action has been delayed one more chapter due to my lack of skill in writing fight scenes, but it WILL happen. Looking forward to your comments! Later!
"Now, after you have seen all of this I want you to tell me just why in the HELL you brought her here. As if she could possibly be of ANY use to us!"
'Why did I take her?' Vega was silent as he contemplated what to say.
"Vega!"
"Yes, my Lord?"
"I do believe I asked you a question."
"Yes, she was in the room when I arrived to kill the target, Charles Nash. She saw me, my face, I couldn't leave her."
"Then you should have killed her."
Vega was silent once again. Everything Bison was saying was correct. It was protocol to eradicate any complications. Why hadn't he followed it this time? Vega thought of Camilla; the feel of her body at the mercy of his, her fear, the taste of her blood. He closed his eyes. Not so much closed them as blinked just a little longer than was normal. Bison spoke again with a hint of humor.
"I am no fool. I know of your obsession with beauty. I am sure that this young girl is the pinnacle of it, is she not?"
"Yes, she is my Lord."
"Dammit Vega! She is still practically a child and you let you foolishness complicate things. I told you to make it clean and you bring back his god dammed illegitimate child!"
"I'm sorry my Lord. I just believe-"
"Believe what?"
"That she could be of some use to us."
"What use would that be? Tips on how to skip school!?"
Bison angrily slapped the folder from Vega's hands.
"No sir. It's just that, the man, Charles Nash. It wasn't just a coincidence that caused him to be perfect for the experiment. Genetically his body was perfect for it."
Now Bison was silent for a moment then spoke maliciously.
"So you are saying that this girl could be our second chance?"
Vega smiled evilly.
"Yes, my Lord."
When Cammy woke, all she could see was white. She must have fallen asleep shortly after Vega left her in the cell. Her falling asleep was more from fear than actually being tired. Now, once again, she had no idea where she was. She slowly sat up and realized that she was in a hospital room of sorts. She swung her legs carefully over the edge of the bed. Her entire body was one huge, dull ache. Cammy stood and walked towards the other side of the room to what looked to be a bathroom area. She had been changed into a thin white hospital gown. Her hair had been let down and washed as well as the rest of her body. 'How could I sleep through being changed?' When she looked in the mirror she noticed that the gash had been sewn up with at least 15 stitches. 'Or this?' Cammy looked into the mirror again. Her face was littered with bruises, all in different stages of their healing cycles, the least prominent were the now greenish brown bruises along her neck. She thought of her father then as she wrapped her arms around herself. 'What am I going to do? I'm trapped.'
Ken walked down the busy London sidewalk, taking long, hurried strides. It was a little after ten P.M. He really should have waited until later, but he was getting restless. 'All that time I was waiting for night to come; Cammy was at their mercy.' Soon, Ken entered the part of London that housed mostly nightclubs, bars and strip clubs. He was wearing his red fighting gi along with the brown fighting gloves, his hair tied back loosely with the red ribbon. As he walked through the crowd trying hard not to make eye contact with anyone, a bleached blonde woman in a black tube top and a pink skirt that was so tight and short it left nothing to the imagination, approached him. This was something Ken was used to, but something he also didn't need at the moment. She spoke in a gaudy British accent as she strolled along beside him.
"Eh there handsome. What are you doing out here without a girl on you arm?'
Ken spoke softly as he continued forward.
"I'm busy."
The woman grabbed his arm, stopping him from walking further, as she spoke again.
"You know luv, I could be your date for practically nothing."
She ran her fingers along his shoulder and to his chest touching his skin as she directed a strange nod behind him. Ken's eyes grew wide. 'Oh my God. She's a hooker!' He then grabbed her hand ignoring her fake giggle and removed it from his body. Ken then turned and scanned the crowd looking for whoever she was nodding at, whoever it was that was watching her. He then spotted a short man looking at the two as he nervously twiddled his fingers. Ken quickly moved towards the man, leaving the woman behind. The man turned and ran away. Ken swiftly ran after him and soon had him cornered. The man squealed.
"I didn't do nothing, man! It's all her. She should have known you were a cop!"
"I'm not a cop."
"What? Then why did you come after me?"
" I need some information. It's something only scum like you would know about."
"I don't know shit. And who you calling scum!"
Ken stepped closer to the sniveling short man, almost towering above him.
"I think you are scum, and I think you do know something. There a fights held somewhere around here. Illegal street fights. They are usually by invitation only, but I feel like crashing. I need you to tell me where."
"I don't know nothing!"
Ken placed his inverted hand under the man's chin pulling it up and spoke.
"Am I going to have to refresh your memory?"
The man managed to stammer.
"About ten blocks south of here. There will be two men standing at what looks like the back door to a restaurant. I can't get you past them though I swear!"
Ken roughly pushed the man away.
"It won't be needed."
As he walked away, in the direction the man had told him Ken thought about what he had just done. He was never like this usually. He was totally cruel to that man. He probably could have spotted him a twenty and got the same information. But of course these weren't normal circumstances. He was angry. Ken thought of Cammy for the millionth time today. 'I have to find her as soon as possible.'
Sorry it took so long. The action has been delayed one more chapter due to my lack of skill in writing fight scenes, but it WILL happen. Looking forward to your comments! Later!