I'm over it
You see I'm falling in the vast abyss
Clouded by memories of the past
At last, I see
I hear it fading
I can't speak it
Or else you will dig my grave
We fear them finding
Always winding
Take my hand now
Be alive
You see I cannot be forsaken
Because I'm not the only one
We walk amongst you
Feeding, raping
Must we hide from everyone
I'm over it
Why can't we be together
Erase it
Sleeping so long
Taking up the mass
At last, I see
I hear it fading
I can't speak it
Or else you will dig my grave
We fear them finding
Always winding
Take my hand now
Be alive
You see I cannot be forsaken
Because I'm not the only one
We walk amongst you
Feeding, raping
Must we hide from everyone
Disturbed- "Forsaken"
Cammy arrived home to messages from Wolfman, Guile and Wagner. It was a conspiracy. She wondered if saying she was tired and unplugged the phone would work this time. She was betting not. Wolfman couldn't mind his own business. Cammy sighed and sat next to the phone, contemplating who to call first. That decision was made easy when Wagner didn't answer the phone meaning he was most likely with Guile. She spoke out loud.
"Damn you Wolfman."
Gritting her teeth, Cammy dialed Guile's number. The phone was picked up before the first ring had even finished. Wagner's voice filled her ears.
"Hello?"
"Hey Wagner, it's me."
"Cammy? Where the hell have you been?"
"Yesterday was a rough mission."
"The very reason you should call."
"Some things are different now."
"We know about the girl you found."
"You say that as if I wouldn't have told you."
"I just don't need you to be ambiguous with me. You're acting like we're against you."
"Where'd all this insight come all of the sudden? Besides, you know I don't feel that way. Just put Guile on the phone. I love you."
Wagner sighed.
"Love you too."
Cammy heard the rustling of the phone as it was passed from Wagner to Guile. She touched her abdomen, suddenly reminded of Juli. She was so much like Cammy herself was. Cammy had to talk to her, despite Wolfman's efforts to keep them from speaking. Cammy would find a way. Guile's voice broke her thoughts.
"You're alive."
"You knew I was alive."
"But not that you were okay. I'm old Cammy."
"You're not old."
"How about you give me a break anyway?"
"I'm sorry Guile. Things are just frantic. As a matter of fact I can't really talk now either. I've actually got to go. I love you, tell the same to Jane and Melissa."
Cammy hung up the phone before she heard Guile's reply. She didn't have the heart to keep avoiding her family. But right now that wasn't what she was worried about. Juli was all that was on her mind. Wolfman could just go screw himself for all she cared. This was personal.
--
Marquez kept his face hard as was led down a familiar hallway. This Los Angeles base of operations for Shadowlaw had been here quite a while and this definitely hadn't been the first time he'd visited it. Since he took total control of the Latin Kings he'd been using Shadowlaw as a resource. He wasn't going to run some petty drug cult. His group was sophisticated. They deserved respect. And M. Bison had always done that. He'd shown mercy for things that Marquez couldn't control, mainly Julian. He entertained an old man's unyielding love for his son. He arrived at the meeting room and knocked softly before he entered. He was greeted by Bison himself, who was adorned in his usual maroon and black military-type attire.
"Marquez, it's good to see you."
"As it is you."
Bison sat down and motioned for Marquez to do the same as he spoke.
"I'm assuming that everything went as planned last night."
"Yes, yes it did. Your connections were flawless."
"Where is he?"
"I told him to take a day for adjustment."
"Good, good, and he thinks he's working only for you?"
Marquez became sullen.
"Yes. I told Julian I needed someone I could trust."
"Excellent."
Bison became very serious suddenly as he spoke again.
"And the boy?"
Marquez answered shakily.
"He doesn't know. Julian still thinks his son is dead."
--
Cammy felt like she was in a bad detective movie as she was forced to check her weapon before entering the holding facility of MI-6 headquarters. Holding facility, that was a fancy name for prison. She had to check her weapon because she wasn't on the great and powerful list, probably a very intentional oversight on Wolfman's part. But she was an employee here after all, he didn't have total control. Damn close, but not total. As Cammy passed other employees of MI-6 and wished she hadn't worn jeans and a t-shirt. Everyone looked so professional. However it was expected for the members of Delta Red to be a little unconventional. The odd feeling of misplacement was from herself and no one else.
There was a crowd around where Juli was being held for questioning. Cammy almost smiled to herself. They treated her like some disabled child, not believing her when she said they wouldn't be able to break Juli. Cammy all to well remembered seeing the video tapes of herself under Bison's mind control. She'd never been able to put into words what seeing herself like that felt like. Guile still hadn't told her what she was saying. He said it didn't matter. Like hell it didn't. Cammy slid in file beside Wolfman who watched through double sided glass the interrogation. She spoke in a quiet whisper.
"Got anything out of her yet?"
Wolfman jumped a little, but quickly hid his momentary scare. He whispered back.
"Cammy, why are you here?"
"I'm bored and wanted to see how things were going."
"You're such a liar…"
He sighed
"…and you were right. She hasn't so much as flinched."
"I'm telling you Wolfman, you have to let me talk to her. I can break her out of this."
"What makes you more qualified than anyone else to question her?"
"I've been there."
"Yes, but you were the one being interrogated, remember?"
"No actually."
Wolfman grabbed Cammy's arm and pulled her from the others before he spoke sternly.
"I don't like you acting so smug. I'm sorry you went through hell, but right now this girl is what matters. Not you proving you're a badass."
Cammy pulled her arm away roughly.
"Maybe if you gave me a little credit or respect I wouldn't have to prove myself."
"That's the problem Cammy, you haven't yet."
Cammy didn't let her expression change. She just calmly walked away from Wolfman and back into the group of agents watching the interrogation. It had gotten rough. Juli had blood running down her chin yet her expression hadn't changed. Cammy watched as they hit her again and again. Trying not to wince, and after a few blows, visibly recoiling of each blow. She saw herself there, years ago, like she had so many times on that video recording. Except this time, the sound was there. The words were there, in her head. She was remembering.
Guile stood and leaned his head down for Cammy to whisper into his ear. She leaned in close before beginning.
"I was wondering how you were in bed."
She then licked a line across Guile's ear before nipping at the lobe. He nearly fell backwards from surprise. She began laughing hysterically. Guile gave her one more glance before he left the room. Cammy bit her lower lip before breaking out into laughter once again.
No wonder Guile didn't want to tell Cammy what happened. She was like he was, like Vega. Cammy shook her head. It wouldn't leave her alone. Before she knew it Cammy had pushed through the small crowd of agents. She pulled a gun from one of their holsters, aimed and got the shot off before Wolfman tackled her as a magnificent spray of glass particles fell over her.