How long had she been there? She had lost all track of time. She honestly couldn't remember any time when she had not been there. Her earliest memory was waking up in a small bed with a throbbing headache. From then on, everything she knew had been told to her. This process of learning by taking orders. It was second nature to her. There used to be around seventy other girls with them at first. Many of them died before the first boot camp ended. Some died between then. The rest died when he showed up.

He was ss, caring only about harming them. She could remember the joy when one of the soldiers informed them that he would not be coming back. He said that they would have a new trainer coming in a few days, and that they should take the short break to get ready for it.

They awaited the day he was supposed to arrive. Their last trainer enjoyed torturing them by waking them up early, then forcing them to wait until he arrived. They expected this trainer to be the same. There were about twenty of them left. They all lined up in formation in the courtyard at the crack of dawn. It was around noon that they saw him walking up from the distance.

He looked differently then the other one. He was much better looking then the other master. Several of the girls began talking among themselves, something that was completely uncharacteristic. But it wasn't their new trainer that they were talking about.

They stopped when he was close enough. The two of them gave the group a good stare. For most of them, this was the first time they ever saw Master Bison in person.

The trainer turned to Bison. "Is this the best that the dog could do?"

Bison responded dryly. "He removed around thirty by himself. I would have left him to finish the job, but I thought it best that they learn to fight other styles. You can only learn so much from a boxer."

The trainer nodded. "Very well, I'll finish his job, although I still don't understand why you would waste your time with these dolls."

Bison turned. "From now own, their success is in your hands. Do not fail me, Vega."

As Bison walked away, Vega looked over the group one last time. He paced before them for a few minutes. He turned his back and walked into the courtyard. "This is truly pathetic." He turned and pointed to a girl at the end. "What do they call you?"

The girl hesitated for a moment then stepped forward. "Agent Juli, sir."

He yelled to her. "Step forward."

Juli stepped forward into the courtyard.

Vega stared at her for a moment. "Ready yourself."

Juli stepped back into a fighting stance. Without warning Vega swung his foot low, knocking the girl off of her feet. Vega slammed his heel into her stomach as she fell. She slid across the courtyard. Vega leapt through the air and threw his fist into her stomach. Juli screamed in pain.

Vega stood up over her. "Why didn't you block my attack?"

Juli struggled to turn over. "I... it's that..."

Vega yelled over her. "What is it, wench? Answer!"

Juli got onto her knees. "Our old trainer never kicked low. He... he never kicked us at all."

Vega slammed his foot into her side. "I am not your old trainer." He left Juli writhing on the side and skimmed the group of girls, who were cowering back. He pointed to a girl at the end, who hesitantly stepped forward. "What is your name?"

The girl swallowed. "Agent Killer Bee, sir."

He stared at her for a moment. Something about her caught his eye. He smiled. "Oh yes, now I remember you."

She was a bit taken aback. She had never seen him before. one of the three. He was brought in to weed them out, to train them. He was ruthless to Juni.

Vega stepped back. "Ready yourself."

Cammy slowly stepped back. She had to be ready for anything. Balrog had taught then how to defend against punches, but compared to Vega, Balrog was as fast as a pregnant sea-lion.

Vega swung his leg low as if to attack. Cammy blocked low, but Vega pulled his attack back, instead throwing it high. Cammy could hardly bring up her arms to block the attack in time. Vega threw a barrage of punches at Cammy, who managed to block them. Vega slid towards her. Cammy hopped over his foot. Vega quickly rose to his feet and punched at her face. She blocked and grabbed his arm.

Vega smiled. "Impressive. I didn't expect you to block." Cammy was breathing heavily. "But you aren't quite there yet."

Vega threw his feet over his back. His torso slammed into her chest, knocking her back. Vega landed on one knee and struck her face with his fist. Cammy fell backwards to the ground. Vega stood and walked over her.

"Still, you make too easy of a target."

He was about to turn when her powerful legs clenched around her neck. She flipped him over onto his back. She smiled at him while she sat on his chest

"So do you."

Vega slowly began to laugh. "You truly are beautiful. Perfect for this world."

Cammy frowned. She brought her palm against her face, stood up, and began to walk away.

Vega slowly stood up and put his hand to your face. He scowled at her. "How dare you?"

She slowly began to turn.

She could see some sort of fire in his eyes. "How dare you touch my face?!"

She took a step back. He put his hand behind his back. When it emerged, a claw was attached to it. He put a mask over his face and rushed towards Cammy. His claw slid across her cheek. She fell to the ground and grabbed her face.

Vega put his claw to her neck. "Never, ever, touch my face."

That was only her first practice session. Three girls died while Vega was their trainer. Vega's cut never completely healed. It was only the first scar that Cammy would get through her training. Vega eventually finished his service. He was replaced by a giant named Sagat. It was Sagat who would finish the job. After Sagat's training they began their missions. There were only thirteen left by that time. They still only rarely saw Master Bison or any of the 'big three' in person after training. They were often sent on reconnaissance missions, or other mundane tasks. But either way, the missions were better then the training. All thirteen of them realized this. They were all loyal to the cause.