Chan: About your thing against Chun Li and Ryu pairings, you may be a little disappointed in this chapter. Whatever the case, there will still be no major element of romance between the two in this story. And thanks for your continued support.

Trutenor: As an old school video gamer, I have to include some old school video game characters! Maki, Cody and Guy are pretty popular. The storyline is meant to incorporate as many things from the Street Fighter universe as possible, including Rival Schools, Final Fight and maybe even some EX characters, though none have been introduced yet.

Fle: Thanks for your comments! I really appreciate them.

Way of Water: Actually, I haven't thought of including Guile in this story, but it's a possibility that he could help out the Street Fighters somehow…

Tenshi no Ai: Thanks for your comments! They're very flattering. But like with the way I write fight scenes, it's only what I observe by the way each of the characters fight in the video games. I'm glad that I was able to carry that over to story form clearly for you.

Kikoken: Of course it had to happen to Charlie! Have you ever played Marvel Super Heroes vs. Street Fighter? If so, have you seen the secret character named "Shadow"? That should be a clue as to what happens in the story, because in Marvel vs. Capcom, there is another secret character named "Shadow Lady" who bears a remarkable resemblance to Chun Li …

Vammy: If Bison wasn't nice to Kenny, there'd be hell for him to pay! One thing I've done on purpose though, I haven't actually included Kenny in any fight scenes. I've only hinted at the "power" he has inside him. I'm looking forward to having that six year old start using his power in fights!

Edgar: What happens to Charlie? Read the above comment to Kikoken. I think you'll be pleased with the events to come … I hope.

Jami: Right! I almost forgot about Guy. Actually, because he was in a fight with Ryu where the entire Osaka Dome caved in, he got seriously hurt and he's in the intensive care ward. Unlike the others, he didn't have enough time to find cover before the entire place collapsed.

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Kenny didn't know why they moved him here, but he was sure glad they did. The room the scary people let him stay in was a lot nicer than the last room. This one looked more like a bedroom with lush, white carpeting. There was a king sized bed over in the left corner with candy on the pillow. Kenny remembered the chocolates on the pillows back at Ken and Ryu's suite back in the hotel and it looked like they had it here too.

Beside the bed on the far wall was a window that opened outward. There were white silk curtains surrounding the wooden frames of the window. And its ledge was wide enough to sit on, complete with huge cushions to make it more comfortable. The only thing that seemed out of place were the iron bars outside the window, making it feel like the room was some sort of jail cell. Well, given that the room was also three stories or so off the ground, they were probably protecting Kenny from falling to his death.

There was a walk in pantry on the right wall of the room. Curious as to its contents, Kenny hobbled over on a single crutch. Bison had his people provide Kenny with all sorts of materials so he could heal from his injuries faster and now, they'd put him in a nice luxurious room! Whoever these people were, they were treating Kenny like a king and he was loving every second of it. He wrapped his tiny palms over the big, brass knobs and pulled open the pantry doors. From the top to bottom, the pantry was stocked full of all kinds of goodies.

Chocolate chip cookies, bubble gum, cream cookies, chocolate bite sized cakes and … LONG JOHN DOUGHNUTS! Oh, those were Kenny's favorite, especially with the whip cream inside topped with a layer of sweet chocolate. The boy nearly fainted. If Mom and Dad were here, they'd put him in his room for a week if he ever touched any of this stuff. Well there was only so much temptation a boy deprived of chocolates could take.

He decided to start at the bottom, where the long john doughnuts were. He crouched down to get at them, but felt an immense pain in his back, causing him to fall over on his side in surprise. Kenny lay on the ground, clutching his knees to his chest, waiting for the searing pain to subside as hot tears leaked out from the corners of his eyes.

"Are you alright in there?" a voice asked. Kenny recognized it as being Mr. Bison.

"Yeah," he replied, "My back … it just hurts a little."

"You shouldn't overwork your back, Kenny," Bison said. "You just had an operation. We had to examine that chip in your back. It will hurt for a little while but if you're careful not to move too much, you should heal in a few days."

"How long do I have to be here?"

"Until you're healthy enough to be let go," Bison replied. "But for now, if you need anything, just get Uncle Sagat to come help you."

"Okay."

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Sagat scowled. "And since when did I become a babysitter?" he asked Bison as the pair of them headed away from Kenny's room, down the hallway.

"This kid is gold to us right now," the dictator replied. "Do you have any idea how important he is? We want him to be as comfortable as possible so he won't want to leave."

"So, if he wants to, then we can just detain him," Sagat said, shrugging.

"With the Shadow technology inside of him, he will be able to break free," Bison said.

"How would you guess that?"

"It's not a guess. We've calculated the statistics from the data that we've attained from the chip in Kenny's body. This is powerful stuff. It's powerful enough to give that six year old the power to break free from a maximum security prison. That's why we make sure that he likes it here! Is that clear, Sagat?"

Sagat frowned. "Yes, sir," he said. "But how long are we going to have to cater to this child's needs?"

"We will have to do so until we have a reasonable number of Shadow soldiers to overpower the child."

"And then what will we do?"

Bison shrugged. "Kill the brat, for all I care. Just make sure he doesn't interfere with our plans."

"How many Shadow soldiers are up for manufacturing?" Sagat asked, hoping it would be soon they'd be able to get rid of the child.

"Only one has proved himself to me," Bison replied. "It's Lieutenant Charlie Nash of the United States military."

"The name sounds familiar," Sagat said, rubbing his chin. "Isn't he one of the participants of this year's Street Fighter Alpha tournaments?"

"He's registered as one of the warriors. No doubt, it's an undercover identity, knowing America's military tactics. He's the only one on my list that I've been able to attain."

"You actually have a list, my Lord? Who else qualifies for the Shadow technology?"

"Chun Li Xiang," Bison said, with an evil smile spreading across his dark features. "Not only does that Interpol agent skillful, but she's frisky and quite the looker. And to make matters easier, she believes I murdered her father, and is seeking vengeance."

"But are you truly responsible for the death of her father?"

Bison shrugged his shoulders. "How the hell am I supposed to know? I've killed so many people with my bare hands, he could've been one of those people and I wouldn't know it. Quite frankly, I don't care either, but apparently, Chun Li does."

Sagat nodded. "I've seen her in action in the Alpha tournaments. She is quite the catch."

"Yes, but there still remains the top prize whom I hope to get on our side."

"And who would that be?"

"The Street Fighter champion, who goes only by the name of Ryu. I'm surprised you asked, Sagat. After all, if I've got you as my right hand man, what makes you think I wouldn't want the only warrior to ever defeat you fighting on my side?"

Sagat scowled at the memory of the Shotokan fighter, Ryu. He put a hand across his chest and felt the one and a half foot long scar that stretched from his hip, reaching diagonally across his chest to the opposite shoulder. Bison smirked, impressed by the wittiness of his comment.

"What do you intend to do with Ryu, my Lord?"

"You can relax. I'll let you have your revenge on him before I do anything. I know how much your vengeance against him means to you. But you cannot kill him. The fighting spirit in that man is so powerful, it's glorious. Do you have any idea how much he could improve our assault forces, especially as a Shadow soldier?"

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"Please, Colonel Guile, tell me what happened to Charlie!" Chun Li screamed, hardly able to control the volume and the urgency in her voice.

Guile, the man on the other line, spoke in a deep, gruff voice, the guilt, sadness and fear showing through even as he talked over the phone. "I'm sorry, Chun Li. I know he was your partner for this case, but after we sent him on a mission to Japan, they replaced him with me. I'm your partner for the case now. Since Charlie left, we've lost communication with him. For all we know, he could be dead."

"Don't say that," Chun Li begged quietly. "He's your friend. The both of you have been friends since … since birth! How could you say he's dead, especially when I refuse to believe it? You should know him better than I do!"

"I said he's dead for all we know," Guile repeated, "but I didn't say I believed that. But as far as the FBI is concerned, he's gone."

"Are they even going to send a search party for him and his men?" Chun Li's face felt hot. She could feel the blood rushing to her head, the anger was so bad.

"They will be," Guile replied. "But there's no way we can tell what they'll find. So I'm telling you to take your mind off the matter. We both need to do that. We have a completely different task at hand. Remember, we must find and eradicate Bison, and bring Kenneth Feng back to safety."

"Then we're gonna be needing you here," Chun Li said. "When I first got assigned these duties, Kenny was safe from Bison. But now, he's at Bison's mercy. I'm afraid I don't know how to handle this, Guile. I've never been trained in hostage negotiation before. You're in the military, so they must train you for this sort of thing, right?" Chun Li began to tremble. The seriousness of the situation was beginning to hit her, and she didn't like it one bit. Taking out Bison was the easy part. She knew she had the skills to take him down, even though she knew it wouldn't be an easy fight. There was no obstacle in the way, except perhaps the Shadowlaw soldiers, but she figured she could handle them too. But Kenny… he was something else. Bison was using the boy as a shield. Chun Li should've guessed as much. She couldn't put anything by the bastard.

"I'm already on my way to Osaka," Guile replied.

"What? When did you leave?"

"Just a few hours ago. I should be there by noon tomorrow. Get some rest for the night and I'll be seeing you there."

Those words sent waves of relief through Chun Li's body. "Alright," she said.

"Just to remind you, we're now on a rescue operation for Kenneth. But Bison's head on a platter still gets priority. Remember that."

Chun Li nodded. "We're getting two birds with one stone. I understand. See you tomorrow, Colonel." She hung up the phone. Finally, some help was on the way. It wasn't that she didn't trust the other Street Fighters. It's just that they weren't assigned to this case. Who knew how badly they could screw up? Hell, they weren't even trained professionals!

But the street fighters were a piece of work. Chun Li analyzed that thought and corrected herself. The only street fighter that interested her was Ryu. She didn't quite know what it was about the man that caught her attention. Perhaps it was what a skilled fighter he was, or how he chose to dedicate his life to become a better warrior and person, or his devotion to the art, or that he was kind and compassionate, or those dark eyes, that handsome face …

"Oh my God, get a grip on yourself, Chun Li," she said to herself. "The man is obviously very married to his occupation … whatever that is, and so are you! We must find Bison! We must save Kenny! I must avenge my father's death and bring down Shadowlaw!" But wouldn't it be so much better if Ryu was by my side the whole way through? "Oh geez…" Chun Li was at a loss of words. Of all the moments in the world, why did she have to realize something as trivial as this now? She didn't even want to consider the possibility of having a petty schoolgirl crush on the famed street fighter champion. "Yes, he's just charming," she concluded. "There's nothing wrong with a girl appreciating a little charm once in awhile. But I am in NO WAY interested in a relationship with this man. Nope. Not at all interested. Okay… I'm okay. Yeah…"

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Ryu didn't feel comfortable leaving the others back at the hospital. Out of that entire disaster earlier today, he was the only one that had walked out without a scratch. And what did he have to thank for that? It was the Satsui no Hadou. Ryu walked quickly with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his winter coat. The cold night breeze blew through the air, carrying the tails of his headband with it. His boots crunched against the frost that was beginning to form on the pavement.

He'd almost completely forgotten about the evil energy Akuma had put inside him. With all the events that happened today - the disaster at the Dome, the interrogation session with Cranky and Kenny's abduction, he hadn't had the time to think about the Satsui no Hadou, let alone how he would conquer it. He knew the urgency of his particular situation. Yes, Ryu was determined to help Chun Li get Kenny back, but at the same time, would he be more of an asset or a liability? He had no way of telling when the Satsui no Hadou would show itself through him again. And when it did, he had no control over himself. What if he tried to harm Chun Li or the others? Perhaps it would be better if he sat out - but Ryu didn't like the idea of him sitting in the sidelines unable to do anything. It made him feel useless.

But then he thought about the others again, and he remembered what he did to Guy back at Osaka Dome. Guy was seriously hurt, but he couldn't tell whether it was because of him, or just the falling debris. But Ryu also remembered that when he came to, he found blood on his own hands, and they didn't belong to him. Was it because of him the Guy got hurt and now sat in the intensive care ward at the hospital? For the millionth time tonight, he tried to push the thought out of his head. The Satsui no Hadou would have to wait. There were more important matters at hand, like Kenny's life.

The journey back to the hotel room was mellow. The crowded Osaka streets didn't even seem to phase Ryu as he let himself be pushed and shoved by city folk in a never ending hurry. There were too many situations going on in his life to even consider something so insignificant - like public manners. After a long, tiring walk through the crisp night, Ryu ended up at the front of his hotel door. He could feel the tip of his nose hurting, frozen from the night air, cooking in the warmth of the hotel temperature.

Ryu unlocked the door and swung it open. A chill went down his spine. Something in here didn't seem right. At first he tried shrugging it off, telling himself perhaps it was just the fact that Ken wasn't here. After all, Ryu was used to traveling to Japan with Ken. As he tried to step into the room, something at the back of his mind told him not to. So Ryu flipped the light switch on, without stepping his whole body through the doorway and looked inside.

A man stood there, tall, flaming red hair, demonic teeth, and glowing red eyes. He stood in a black karate gi, powerful arms folded across his massive chest. "Have you embraced the Satsui no Hadou yet?" he asked.

"No, Akuma," Ryu replied. "I…" He was about to tell off the demon, that he had a lot of things to worry about and the issue of the devilish power would have to wait. But it was too much information, and like Akuma would listen anyway. "Just go away. I can't handle this right now. There are a lot of things on my mind."

"The problem would be solved much quicker if you -"

"Embrace the Satsui no Hadou?" Ryu asked, cutting Akuma off. The look on the demon's face revealed his surprise at Ryu's response. "Listen, I don't know why you want it in me so badly, but you need to know that I'll fight it with everything I have. But right now … this is just the wrong time for me to deal with it."

"I know what you're going through," Akuma said. "Bison has been after me as well." The words paralyzed Ryu for a moment. Bison was after Akuma? His two arch enemies were against each other? "I don't think it takes a genius to determine what I'm implying."

Ryu shook his head. "No, I will not work with you."

"Why not?" Akuma asked. "You and I have the Satsui no Hadou within us. It is a part of me, and look at how powerful I've become! All you need to do is to follow my example. Together, we will fight off Bison."

"Why is that dictator even after you?" Ryu asked. "He has no business with the Satsui no Hadou or the dark shotokan arts.

"Bison is after me because he sees me as a threat. The fool knows I can destroy him and his empire. Such pathetic, emotionally weak people require power to make them feel better about themselves. And that's why Bison has created the psycho power and the latest Shadow technology that powers the entire Shadowlaw organization. And he has the nerve to think of himself as a powerful person."

"He's accepted the psycho powers and the Shadow technology no more than you have accepted the Satsui no Hadou," Ryu replied.

Akuma's fist collided with the wall, cracking the fine layer of enamel paint. "I'm through trying to convince you," he growled. "Fact of the matter is, the Satsui no Hadou needed to live on in a different host, so I chose you because this is something you actually deserve. However you deal with it from now on is your problem."

"I do not deserve this power and I will fight it with everything I have in me," Ryu replied. "I will not let it corrupt me like it has done to you. You killed your own brother, for God sakes!" But Ryu's words didn't reach the Shotokan demon. Akuma's form had shifted away into the night as quickly and he'd come.

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"Where are we going?" Kenny asked. "It's really dark in here."

Sagat, the tall, Muay Thai warrior growled in frustration, trying to keep from expressing his anger. "You may not like it," he said with a fake, sugar coated tone, "but after we're done, you get to go back to your room and have some of the snacks we've put there for you, okay?" The boy continued hobbling along on his crutches while Sagat, who's strides were already twice as wide as Kenny's, had to slow down further now that Kenny was crippled.

"I hope my legs and ribs and my everywhere gets better," he said. "It kinda hurts to walk."

Sagat rolled his eyes and sighed outwardly. "Drop the crutches," he ordered. Kenny obeyed without resistance. Sagat bent down and lifted Kenny into the air by the armpits and threw him over his shoulder. "This should be faster."

"Hey, cut it out! It hurts!" the boy protested.

"That's because you're squirming with a body full of broken bones! Stop moving and it'll stop hurting."

The long, dark corridor finally ended. The entire base seemed to consist of dark hallways. At the end, there was a huge metal door about two meters in height. Rust ran all over the surface, defacing the once brilliant, smooth surface of the door. Where it lacked knobs, it had an iron ring, no more rusty and worn out. Sagat grabbed a hold of the iron ring and pulled the massive door open, creating a high pitched squeaking sound as it moved.

There was no light inside the room, but Kenny could sense something dark and sinister about it. Perhaps it was the grunts of an injured man coming from inside. It was hard to tell what was going on in there at this point, but someone in there was definitely in pain, and Kenny had no idea why they were bringing him in there too. Were they going to torture him? He wouldn't put it past Bison. He always felt sort of an evil energy coming from that man.

The light blinked on, bathing the room in a soft, fluorescent blue glow. Confirming Kenny's earlier guesses, there was man in the corner who was tied up. This man looked important, like he was from the army or something. He had blonde hair, short at the back of his head, but longer towards the front, hanging down over his face in one giant lock of hair. He wore glasses but they had half fallen off his face, hanging on by its grip on one of the man's ears. He was wearing a yellow vest over a bare chest, and dark green army pants and black rubber boots. The metallic dog tags around his neck swayed as he tried desperately to escape from whatever kept his hands bind behind his back.

"W…who is he…?" Kenny asked, getting slightly disturbed. "Why is he tied up like that?"

"Kenneth!" the man cried. "Don't listen to whatever these men tell you!"

Sagat walked over to the man and gave him a powerful punch straight across his face, sending a mixed spray of blood and sweat from his mouth.

"No!" Kenny cried. "What are you doing, Sagat?!"

"This guy doesn't know what he's talking about," Sagat replied, still facing the beaten up soldier. "Do you?" he continued, as if he was talking more towards him than Kenny.

"Don't worry about me, buddy," the soldier said. "Sagat's got his weaknesses too. After all, Ryu -"

Another fist, from the Muay Thai master, impacted his face. "I'd be careful about what I say if I were you. You're at the mercy of Shadowlaw."

"Not when it's me that Shadowlaw wants alive just so you can implant the Shadow technology into me," the soldier defiantly replied. Sagat sneered and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him, leaving Kenny and the strange soldier alone.

Kenny walked slowly over to him, after he was sure Sagat was gone. The man tipped his head towards his direction. "What's up, Kenneth?"

"How do you know my name?" Kenny asked. "Have I met you before?"

"No," the man replied, "I was actually working with someone to help look for you. My name is Charlie Nash, but you can just call me Charlie."

Kenny felt like he could trust this guy. Charlie didn't sound like a bad name. Nobody with that name could possibly be bad. "Why are they treating you so badly?" Kenny asked. "Did you do something to them?"

Charlie shrugged. "Kinda, I guess. We're trying to take down the entire Shadowlaw empire."

"Why would you want to do that? What did they do to you?"

"They're evil, Kenneth," Charlie said sternly. "You just don't think so because they've probably been treating you quite well. Am I right?"

"Yeah," Kenny replied. "But you can just call me Kenny. Kenneth sounds like something my dad would call me."

Charlie chuckled. "Alright then. So, do you remember anything about your family?"

"Um … not very much. I'm still having trouble remember things, because of the accident."

"What accident?"

"I live on the streets now, but my friend tells me that my house got burnt down."

"And what happened to your parents? Don't you miss them?" Charlie was getting into the conversation now. It seemed he was having trouble comprehending how such a young boy could survive without his parents. Considering his situation, he was handling it pretty well, especially for a kid without his parents.

Kenny shrugged in response. "I guess I kind of miss them," he said. "But then again, I don't remember much. I probably hit my head or something. All I know is I'd like to find them so I can see them again."

"But if you don't remember your parents, why would you even care about meeting them?"

"Because I've seen kids with Moms and Dads before. They look really happy; like a kind of happiness that seems familiar but … I haven't had in a long time. I think finding my own Mom and Dad will help me find out what that's like. Bison told me I can help find them. All I have to do is help him and learn how to use what I have inside me."

Charlie scoffed. He could hardly believe what he was hearing, although he shouldn't have been surprised. Bison would make up any lie to make sure things went his way. The bastard had told Kenny what the boy had inside of himself, but he still didn't think Kenny quite understood. "You mustn't help Bison."

Kenny's mouth dropped open. "Why not? He told me that if …"

"Forget everything he told you. Bison is the leader of the Shadowlaw organization. Do you have any idea what they're responsible for?" Charlie realized he was starting to sound a little harsh, especially for someone who was too young to understand that political and economical crimes Shadowlaw was responsible for, but the cost of the boy's ignorance would've been too great. He couldn't allow the organization to gain access to the Shadow technology. "Bison and his organization have done many bad things. I can't even begin to explain just how bad they are, but you're going to have to trust me. They're responsible for burning down your house. They were looking for something."

"W…what are you talking about?" Kenny asked. His voice was starting to tremble, starting to show fear. "Why would he want to burn down my house?"

"Do you have any idea what he did to your parents?" Kenny shook his head in response. "He took them away from you in that fire. He was looking for something your dad made."

"What did my dad make?"

"Something very powerful. Bison's men were searching for it. And when they couldn't find it, they burnt your house down."

Kenny felt his heart leap into his throat. Just as Charlie said that, horrifying images flashed in his head of a room on fire, and a familiar figure screaming, bright orange flames leaping from her body. He didn't know why, but he remembered caring about this woman. She was gentle woman who fed him, and protected him. She was like … almost like a mother. And he loved her. The pain in his heart, upon recalling the images of seeing his own mother burned alive, seemed to eat at him.

And then Kenny remembered the men, dressed in dark suits with gas masks on. He remembered one of them pointing at him, yelling, "There's the kid!"

Someone behind mind said, "Ah, kill him too. We can't have any survivors. It'll be too risky." Kenny remembered crying, and from that moment on, everything when black. But he could recall the men screaming for some reason, feeling their warm blood splatter all over his body, hearing them beg for their lives. But he had no idea why they did that all of a sudden. It was as if … as if they'd run into something terrifying. Maybe it was Cranky that took care of them? But that couldn't be. Cranky was a nice guy who wouldn't hurt anyone. But who would've hurt those men? It couldn't have been Kenny himself. After all, the guys were all grown-ups. Then again, how could he explain remembering the feeling of blood on his body?

"Are you alright?" Charlie asked, looking slightly concerned.

Kenny snapped out of his daze. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said.

Transfer procedure beginning in three… two… one…

A thick glass barrier slid in from somewhere inside the walls, diving the room in two. Charlie was on one side, Kenny on the other. Kenny's side began to brilliantly glow blue. He could feel the air around him crackling with electricity, although none of it seemed to hurt him. He felt something in his back charge with the energy, warming up his insides. The room flashed a white light, blinding him for a few moments. But in the midst of regaining his vision, Kenny felt the energy in the room lift his body up until it remained floating motionlessly in midair.

The next thing he heard was screaming from the next room. He looked to his left, and then he saw Charlie. He felt the energy leaving his side of the barrier and transferring to the other side straight into his body. Worst of all, it looked like it was hurting him. Kenny tried to move, tried to do something to help, but he couldn't even lift a finger. He was paralyzed with the amount of electricity running in the room. Something inside him was keeping him from feeling any pain. He could feel a mysterious power emanating from his body, although he couldn't tell exactly what it was. It felt … quite powerful, like it was protecting him almost.

Kenny's mind screamed for everything to stop, but nothing did. He didn't like seeing Charlie being tortured like this. He felt scared, like perhaps he was responsible for it. Kenny tried to break free, but nothing worked. "Stop it!" he cried, the hot tears beginning to flow down the sides of face. "What are you doing to me?!" Charlie was still screaming, more loudly this time. Kenny could feel Bison glaring the both of them evilly from somewhere. He was sure of it. He never really liked Bison, not even from when they first met at the hospital. But this incident confirmed it. It had probably been going on for a few seconds but at this point, it had felt like an eternity.

WHAM!! Kenny felt his body hit the ground painfully, summoning the slumbering pain that had up to this point, lay dormant in his already injured body. He moved his arm, trying to get himself back up, but only felt it protest in a sharp pain. He winced in pain, clenching his teeth together to be strong. He wanted to make sure Charlie was alright.

The glass barrier moved with a grinding sound against the cold tiled floor. Kenny could hear slow, heavy footsteps headed for his direction. He turned his head and saw Charlie. He looked alright, except that his skin was much darker now, and it looked like there had been some kind of dark shadow cast over his eyes. His glasses lay crushed on the ground a few feet away along with the metallic restraints that once bound his wrists together. Otherwise, he seemed to be intact. But there was some kind of menacing gaze in his eyes, like he wasn't the same nice man that Kenny had first met a few minutes ago. He was beginning to give off the same sinister aura as … Bison, walking towards him slowly … one step at a time.

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Transfer procedure complete.

Bison smiled. "It's completed," he said, through grinning lips. "Sagat, we have our first, full blown, effective Shadow soldier."

"Charlie was quite a fighter before he was captured," Sagat commented. "I've seen him compete in the Street Fighter tournaments before."

"Yes," Bison nodded, agreeing. "And now, with the enhancements gained from the Shadow technology, he will be the perfect soldier for our new wave in Shadow soldiers."

"And we owe it all to Dr. Feng and his brat, Kenneth. Now that we've gotten what we needed from the boy, what do you suggest we do with him, Sagat?"

Sagat smiled. "Dispose of him, of course."

"I like how you think." Bison replied. He turned towards the miniature speaker about the size of a penny, clipped onto the collar of his shirt and spoke into it. "You are no longer Charlie Nash," he said, as his voice echoed from the observation room, in which he sat, to the fluorescent room where Kenny and Charlie were left for the transfer process. "You are now codenamed Shadow, the strongest warrior of the Shadowlaw organization. Your first task, to test out your physical and mental strength, is at hand. As a soldier of our organization, it is a policy that we spare nobody that comes in our way, regardless of any factor and that boy in the room possesses the Shadow technology as well, but he is far too weak to be in the ranks of our upcoming soldiers and he does not have the loyalty necessary to serve us and in therefore a threat, especially with such top secret knowledge. Make sure he doesn't get the opportunity to leak it. Silence him … for good."

Bison watched intently as the man who used to be called Charlie, who had just befriended Kenny, headed in almost a robotic manner towards the boy, who now lay in pain on the ground. He was defenseless, hardly able to move because of the physical injuries sustained earlier at the Osaka Dome collapse. Kenny, Dr. Feng's little brat was like a bug about to be killed and the thought excited Bison. Dr. Feng and his wife were dead and within a few moments, so would be their son. And finally, Bison would be able to put the legacy of his traitorous scientist and his family behind him forever.