Guile slammed his head down onto the kitchen table.  He had been awake for the past 48 hours working with the British forces in planning an attack on a suspected Shadowlaw base of operations.  He told them that Cammy was being held hostage.  However he hadn't heard anything; that she was alive, dead, they wanted money, nothing.  She was just gone.  Like Charlie.  The British were able to tell him that the base they had been watching for sometime had a surplus of people coming in, but they never left.  Guile was hoping that Cammy had been in one of those surpluses.  He was leaving in the morning to raid the base.  It wasn't a mission to destroy the base, though he wished it was, they were simply going to try and sneak in, get possible hostages out, and sneak out, undetected.  Easy right?  Guile felt Jane behind him as she placed her hands on his shoulders and began massaging them.  It felt good.  He loved her so much.  She had always supported him in everything.  Even moving to London so he could live near Charlie.  Guile reached back and grabbed her hand, squeezing it tightly.  Jane pulled herself from behind him and sat next to him at the table before speaking.

"So you're leaving in the morning?"

"Yes.  Bright and early."

"William?"

Guile lifted his head from the table and looked into Jane's eyes.  He had been going by his last name since middle school, and Jane usually used it, except when she was worried.  Which he was guessing was now.

"What is it Jane?"

"It's just, do YOU have to go with them tomorrow?  Will it really make that much of a difference in the mission?"

"It has nothing to do with the success or failure of the mission, it has to do with Cammy, and Charlie.  I owe it to him."

"It's not your fault what happened to him.  I thought we have already been through that."

"I know that.  It was circumstance.  But him and me always promised that if something ever happened to either of us, we would take care of each other's families.  And so far, I haven't been able to keep that promise."

"But you're endangering yourself."

"Charlie would have done it in a heartbeat for Melissa or you.  Don't ever doubt that."

"I understand that.  I just don't want—"

"What?"

"I don't want what happened to him to happen to you.  I couldn't take that."

"You couldn't take it.  Jane it DID happen to Charlie, and Cammy.  You didn't see everything.  When Charlie was that way he hurt Cammy.  You didn't see the look on her face as her own father almost chocked the life out of her.  You didn't see the tape where she watched him being murdered.  You can't possibly understand any of that!"

"I'm only saying this because I love you."

"And can you honestly say that you don't love Charlie and Cammy?"

"Don't you dare try and throw something like that at me.  You know I loved Charlie.  I've known him just as long as I've known you.  And Cammy, the same thing.  But I'm a mother and you're a father and we have a responsibility to Melissa."

"And we have a responsibility to Cammy also."

"But to risk losing you over it."

"That's the whole point Jane.  I have to risk myself for her.  I shouldn't have let it happen to begin with.  I will not let those Shadowlaw bastards destroy an entire family."

"So you risk destroying two?"

Guile stood up and began to leave the room but turned around to speak before actually leaving.

"Jane, I have to, need to, and want to.  The risk is worth it to me."

"Then you don't love me."

"I do love you, more than ever."

Guile reentered the room and leaned over to kiss Jane.  She pulled her face away.  Guile couldn't hide his hurt.  He let it turn into anger.

"I never thought you were one to be selfish Jane.  But I was wrong.  You are the most selfish woman I have ever known."

Guile stormed from the room, leaving Jane crying at the kitchen table.

                  Cammy sat slumped over in the same chair she had been in for the past two hours.  Her wrists were raw from struggling against the shackles behind her back.  A person has come in and cleaned her face up shortly after Vega left her there.  But the person hadn't said a word.  She was really nervous about what Vega had said.  What did he mean?  Soon four men entered the room.  Two held her arms while the other two un-did the shackles.  As soon as her hands were free Cammy began to struggle against the men.  But with one man to each arm, even with her new strength, it was pointless.  They were too strong.  The men proceeded to release her legs in the same fashion.  They took her from the room and down the hall, which was empty.  Soon she was led into a room.  A room she recognized.

 Cammy watched as her father's body was laid out and strapped to a table.  A man in a white lab coat then began to stick needles into various parts of his body.  She could hear him whimper softly as each needle was inserted.  Cammy tried to call out to him but her voice wasn't working.  All she could do was watch.  The man in the lab coat then proceeded to stick IV's into each of her father's temples.  He then left the room.  The lights flickered as a yellow liquid began to run into the tubes connected to his head.  Her father began to shake violently and soon was having severe convulsions.  His body bucked back and forth as he strained against the harnesses.  Cammy franticly began to call out to her father.  But her voice still wasn't working.  Then her father turned his head and seemed to be looking directly at her.  In his eyes she saw his pain, his fear, and his sorrow.  He smiled at her.  Then his eyes closed tightly as he began to scream as his convulsions grew stronger.  When he opened his eyes again, Cammy didn't see her father's eyes, he was gone.

She could remember that dream as if it were yesterday, and then the realization began to hit her.  It wasn't a dream!  The room really exists. My dream really happened.  As the men pulled her further into the room Cammy became incensed.  She began screaming.

"NOO!  Let me go.  I'm not going to let you do this!"

About 3 more men and two doctors entered the room then.  All seven men were on Cammy now.  One on each of her various body parts.  She still struggled against them, looking like a child throwing a temper tantrum.  But this was no temper tantrum; Cammy was fighting for her very existence as a human being.  She now fully understood what Vega had meant.  He was taking her life away.  Just like he had done to her father.  The men had managed to get Cammy's body onto the table, but she would be dammed if she was going to let them strap her down.  She pulled against them and used the table to help her push against them.  Still she screamed.

"Get off me you ass holes!  You don't know what they are going to do!"

One man had to lay on top of her so another could help one of the other men hold her right arm down long enough to buckle it to the table.  They did the same for each of her limbs.  Cammy bucked back and forth against the harnesses, screaming.

"AHHHH!  Help me!  Somebody!  Help!  AHHHH!  You can't do this!"

The men then left the room and the doctors remained.  They continued to strap her tighter to the table.  A belt was brought across her shoulders, waist, hips, thighs and calves.  She was totally immobile, with the exception of her head.  She pushed as hard as she could against the straps, but it was no use.  Sweat was pouring from her body and her breaths were coming in short, frantic gasps.  Please God, let somebody help me!  Cammy heard a voice at the door to the room.

"He can't help you.  Never could."

It was Bison.  Cammy looked towards him, sneering angrily.  She couldn't, however, hide the fear in her eyes.  He spoke again as he walked towards her.

"I do recall you saying you would never help me.  I suppose that is somewhat out of the question now isn't it?"

"It won't work.  It didn't work on my father and it won't work on me."

"Oh it did work on him.  You just ruined it.  You were a variable that we didn't take into consideration.  And now, all thanks to your dear old father, we know that we have to erase all past memories.  So don't you worry your little head about any of this, because soon it will all be a distant memory, well, actually it will be nothing."

Cammy struggled against the harnesses once again screaming at Bison as silent tears ran down her face.  He talked about her and her father like they were lab rats.

"Fuck you, you sadistic bastard.  Why in the hell are you doing this?"

Bison tilted his head upwards as if he could see the answer to her question in the ceiling.

"Because I want to see if it works."

"That's it?!  Because you want to see if it works!  You have already taken away my family, now you're taking my very life."

"And you're telling me this because…? You think I care, girl?"

Bison reached down and ran his thumb along Cammy's bottom lip.

"Vega was right about you.  You are a very beautiful young girl.  Perhaps I can use that to my advantage."

Cammy pulled her face away from his touch as she began to sob openly.  Bison turned and left, chuckling just loud enough for Cammy to hear.  As soon as Bison was clear from the room the two doctors came to the table.  She recognized the one who had given her the injection in the cell before.  When she looked into his eyes he shifted his gaze.  The other, younger, doctor had a vicious smile painted across his lips as he moved towards her.  The young on pushed her head to the side, holding it down, as the other came with an IV needle.  Cammy's eyes grew wide.  The older doctor then slowly inserted the needle into her temple.  It felt as if her were ripping the flesh from her skull.  She cried out in torment.  The young doctor forced her head to the other side, making her cry out again as the already inserted IV needle was pushed in further by the table.  The same pain came again, Cammy only gasped this time.  The doctors then left the room.  She saw the lights flicker and began to cry again.  I can't believe this is happening to me.  She closed her eyes.  She could see, in her mind, the yellow liquid begin to move through the tubes.  She felt it when it moved into her body.  Acid.  It felt like her blood was acid moving through her veins.  Her body was moving against the table, but this time she wasn't controlling it.  Cammy opened her eyes.  Her head was shaking so violently that she couldn't focus on anything.  Suddenly, she felt cold.  So cold it burned.  It hurt so badly Cammy began to scream in short and loud pants.  The last thing she could remember before the whole world disappeared was herself screaming.

"DADDY!"

I can't believe I just wrote that.  I would love to hear your comments on this.  Next chapter should be coming soon.