Sometime later…London.

Clicking away quickly at her computer, Cammy concentrated on her assignment. She was closer than ever to getting a good hold on Shadowlaw. A series of mistakes had left then open, vulnerable to attack. It was the opening her and Delta Red had been waiting for. She clicked for her computer to print and stood up to stretch her body. She felt a sudden movement behind her. As she turned to face the source of the movement, a hand was at her throat. Her body crashed into her computer desk the monitor falling to the ground in a loud crash. She screamed.

"Vega!"

He held her tighter as she felt her breath closing off. His ice blue eyes were filled with the same frightening dangerous lust she had come accustomed to throughout her life. She spoke the best that she could with her breath being restricted.

"I-I killed you. I watched you die!"

He shook his head slowly from side to side, his gaze never losing her wide green eyes, as he spoke in a vicious, mock soothing whisper.

"No, no, no, no lover, you only broke my heart."

"But, you-you're dead!"

"Can a dead man do this?"

He leaned over, his hand still on her neck, and placed his lips lustfully on hers. She struggled to pull from his hold and embrace to no avail. He was too strong. Inhumanly so. His free hand caressed the side of her face and down her body as his tongue broke into her mouth. He pressed his body tighter to hers, moving it sensually, insinuating what he had planned. A scream was muffled between his face and hers.

With a sudden gasp, Cammy's head was off the table and she fell to the floor, utterly alone in her apartment. She had fallen asleep in the middle of her work. This was the fourth time she had a nightmare about Vega. Even dead he wouldn't leave her alone.

She stood up, still shaken by the dream. Cammy then yawned and rubbed the tears from her eyes. She was halfway through an all-nighter, something she'd become quite accustomed to since joining MI-6 and Delta Red. She had to shake this fear if she was ever to succeed.

Her relationship with her family was better than ever, though professionally her and Guile were at a standstill. The American militaries didn't agree with MI-6 having such a specialized unit as Delta Red, leading Guile to not agreeing with her. He believed in her though, and that was all that mattered.

Cammy clicked off the computer screen and headed into the kitchen to make some coffee, a treat she'd slowly started to enjoy for its taste rather than the effects of the caffeine. After starting the electronic pot, she sat at the small kitchen table which was had the hard copies of countless files strewn across it. A tired meow came from under the table and soon Nikita, no longer a small kitten but a rather large cat, was asleep in Cammy's lap. She began going through the files. Shadowlaw was tricking militaries left and right. Since her officially joining the effort against Shadowlaw, there had been over twenty assassinations of political officials that publicly opposed and worked against terrorism. Interpol had only officially connected six of the murders to Shadowlaw, but Cammy attributed them all to them.

She went through all the stills captured of the assassins. They were all female, all ranging in age from sixteen to twenty-five. They were Bison's army of Dolls, she was sure of it; the group that she was the first of, that her father was the guinea pig for. She recognized one of the girls as the person Ken claimed to have fought during her rescue. The others she recognized through hours of deep research. She was obsessed to say the least. Through her research she'd come to the conclusion that Bison looked for a certain type of person in order for his brainwashing to be effective. On the outside he looked like a pedophile, targeting young girls, but after studying the files she discovered that a certain strand of DNA was needed. In addition to that, it only worked on females. That was the very reason her father suffered like he did before he was killed. The inner struggle was too much. Ironically it was the very reason she had the procedure preformed on her, aside from Vega's madness. She had her father's DNA. Thanks in part to her retransformation, new information had been collected on Bison's brainwashing. He was the key to all of it. She could destroy all the corporations, all the middle man, retrieve all the scientists, but until Bison was captured, it would never end.

Sighing, she dropped the pictures and poured a cup of coffee. The hot liquid warmed her throat as she closed her eyes to savor the moment. It was only early evening in Los Angeles. She picked up the phone and dialed. Wagner answered on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Wagner, it's me."

"Cammy? How late is it?"

"Late."

"Another all-nighter?"

"Yeah…"

A moment of silence followed her answer. Wagner broke it.

"Another nightmare?"

Cammy spilled her heart out.

"Yeah. I don't know what is wrong with me."

"Nothing is wrong with you. You just need to forget him. Vega's dead. He's gone. Maybe Delta Red is too stressful for you. Always having your head somehow in Shadowlaw's business."

"No, it's the only thing that keeps me sane."

"What about me?"

Cammy couldn't help but laugh.

"Of course you too."

"That's right!"

"I love you Wagner."

"I love you too Cammy, keep yourself safe and get some rest."

"I will. Goodnight."

Cammy waited until she heard the phone click before hanging up. Though she was so far away, her and Wagner's bond was only strengthened. To her knowledge he kept no secrets from her like they had sworn never to do. She held only one from him, and it was for his own good, his sanity. She was going to fix it before she told him. Suddenly the phone rang again. She picked it up immediately.

"Wagner, I'm okay now."

"This is Colonel Wolfman."

"Oh! Sir! I'm sorry. What is it?"

"We've got to go now. Some inside information has surfaced and we gotta get a jump on it. NESTS, one of Shadowlaw's supporters is on the move."

"I'm there Colonel."

The phone clicked and Cammy grabbed her gear. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins. She had to be cool and calm. It was the most important thing to remember on a mission. Everything was one step at a time now. The little guys came first and she had to work her way to Bison. She couldn't jump headfirst into it. Little by little she was closer to getting him, making him pay. She wouldn't allow him to ruin anymore lives. She wasn't going to allow him to ruin hers. This was the third time she had restarted her life and she felt like she was on the right track for once.

Hell, the third time's the charm, right?