A soft red glow reflected on Cammy's face as she stared into the darkness, which after hours of waiting, she had become accustomed to. She watched the blinking of the red colon between the one and the fifty five on her clock, almost in a trance. She had set the alarm, expecting to fall asleep between midnight and two o'clock. But she had been lying here that whole time, mind racing. After speaking to Jay she had been thinking a lot. Cammy hadn't hardly said a word to Guile or Wagner for the rest of the day. Wagner seemed better to her. She wasn't so distracted as to not notice that. But the words that Jay said to her stuck in her mind. Since leaving his office she had been doing what he said. She thought back to when and how every memory she had came about. The triggers were different. It ranged from something like a name read or seeing a picture to repeating an action. The repeating of an action is what stuck out to her. That's why she was up and waiting.

Cammy clicked the alarm off before it buzzed and rose from the bed, fully clothed. She walked down the hall, her feet softly patting on the floor, past Guile's room and into his office. She very quietly started opening file cabinets and looking for anything on Shadowlaw. Nothing. Then she found a drawer in his desk locked. Cammy crept quietly into the kitchen and got Guile's keys from the counter. Luckily the key was on the ring. Guile was so trusting and she was starting to feel bad. But in the long run this would be better. She would know everything and could finally go on with her life.

Careful not to let the keys rattle together, Cammy reached down and placed the key in the lock. She heard a noise from the hall and ducked under Guile's desk. From a small crack under the desk she saw Wagner, clad in boxers and nothing else, with his eyes slit open only enough not to run into the wall. She stayed motionless until she heard the toilet flush and the door to Wagner's room shut. Cammy let out a deep breath and unlocked the drawer.

She couldn't believe what she saw. Everything imaginable on Shadowlaw was neatly and catalogued and filed. They were Guile's case files. The things he had tried to use to find her Dad and then her too. The U.S. military had been working for years and years against Shadowlaw. They had tried to stop them before they became unstoppable. But it had been too late. Their claws had already been rooted deeply in Thailand. Cammy flipped past all the history of the organization and to the recent things. Lots of drug trafficking. It seems they had done business with almost every gang, large or small, in the U.S. and England.

A file caught her eye. Labeled 'Effects on the Future'. Inside she found information on her and Wagner and other children, some as young as six, who had been indirectly affected by Shadowlaw through their parents or other means. Parents lured into the organization by promises of money, fame, protection and power. All meeting an eventual demise at the hands of their employers. There was evidence and testimony from young men, including Ken, that had been lured by the same promises. But later they learned they would never again be free of them. This recruiting was done through illegal street fights. They were held all over the country, but eventually led to one final tournament and one final victor. Cammy didn't understand the testimony from Ken, except the fact that he had fought in all kinds of tournaments.

There were even small fights held nearby. The files showed Guile was the head of an organization in the Air Force bent on stopping these fights and through that hurting Shadowlaw. There was even a few men that tried to go undercover and participate. But Shadowlaw had been really careful, never holding a fight the same place twice yet some how most fighters knew where to show up.

Cammy wrote down the address of the last suspected fight and put all the files back in order. Quietly she crept back down the hall and out the back door. She put the car in neutral and let it roll as silently as possible out of the driveway. Once it was at a safe enough distance to be mistaken for a passing car, Cammy started the engine, turned on the headlights and drove toward the address gripped tightly between her shaking fingers.

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Wiping a strand of golden hair from his eyes, Vega sighed deeply in frustration. It had been a year and a half since he last saw his Camilla, and Ken Masters wasn't bringing him any closer to finding her. He had thought that the American youth would search her out, he hadn't. Or at least he hadn't been successful. Just like he himself hadn't been so far. She was well hidden from the world.

Vega reached into his pocket and pulled a photo from it. It was torn on one edge, where he had ripped the worthless image of Camilla's father away. The other edges were tattered from excessive handling. He looked at the photo intensively, as if her green eyes were really staring back at him, and not just an image. He heard the door begin to open and tucked the photo away. Bison entered wearing his usual attire; back and maroon military suit with a General's cap of the same colors. He spoke, his powerful voice booming.

"Vega."

"Yes Master?"

"There is situation for you to deal with."

"Did Julian Marquez leave without clearance again?"

"Of course. He seems to be the only problem we have anymore."

"Why don't we just eliminate him?"

"Do not hurt a hair on his head Vega or I'll snap your neck before you can even think about blinking."

"I will not. I just do not understand."

"His father is a very important man. We cannot afford to displease him in any way. Especially this close to the tournament. Now find him."

"Yes Master."

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Soft candlelight illuminated the large Cathedral. It was deathly quiet due to it being so late at night, but the doors to a church were always open, and Julian knew that. He knew that perhaps more than anyone. The only noise you could hear was the soft whisper of Julian's prayer. He was kneeled in front of a statue of the Virgin Mary. His head was down, fingers gripped through his black hair and his cerulean blue eyes squeezed shut. His olive skin, inherited through his Latino father, looked ghostly pale in the candlelight and his lips moved quickly only letting a soft murmur escape.

"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now at the hour of our death. Amen."

Julian rose as he signed the cross and turned, not at all shocked to see Vega standing behind him. He after all had left without the proper clearances. Julian didn't say anything until Vega spoke.

"You really think you can be saved? You were dammed the moment you were born out of wedlock."

Julian kept his composure but would not let a comment like that go.

"And after all you yourself have done you think you are?"

"I know I am. A creature so beautiful is meant for heaven. Everything I do is righteous."

"To who?"

Vega didn't answer. He turned and left the church, motioning for Julian to follow. After they were outside the doors Julian spoke, letting his anger flare.

"You know I didn't choose my fucked up life. You chose yours."

"You chose to fight that night two years ago. And you chose to join Shadowlaw. Now we all have to deal with you."

"Yeah, well, I made a mistake."

"Then leave. Do us all a favor. But it's either here, in Chicago with your father and his gang, or jail."

Julian gripped his fists together. Vega was right. He was stuck. No way in hell would he go to his father, he hated him, and he sure as hell didn't want to go to jail. Though God knows he deserves it for the things he had done At least with Shadowlaw he could help the good guys a little. But sometimes he felt like the bad he was forced to do canceled out the good he had to hide doing. They had never found out that he sent that message to Ken about where to look for Cammy. Or intercepting the squad sent to kill her. He thought about what all that girl had been through and he had to fight back the urge to reach forward and break Vega's neck. Instead he looked up at the night sky and whispered.

"Make me strong enough to fix this."

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