Take me down
Six underground
The ground beneath your feet

Laid out low
Nothing to go
Nowhere a way to meet.
I've got a head full of drought
Down here, so far off
Losing out, round here

Over ground, watch this space
I'm open to falling from grace.

Calm me down
Bring it round
Too way high off your street
I can see like nothing else
In me you're better than I wanna be.
Don't think 'cos I understand I care
Don't think 'cos I'm talking we're friends

Talk me down, safe and sound, too
Strung up to sleep
Wear me out
Scream and shout
Swear my time's never cheap
I fake my life like I've lived;
Too much
I take whatever you're given;
Not enough

Sneaker Pimps- "Six Underground"

--

"Get the fuck off of me!"

Cammy screamed, incensed with rage. This was exactly what Wolfman had been dreading for months. She'd snapped. He slammed her wrist into the hard, concrete floor, breaking her hold on the gun and hopefully not her wrist. Once the gun was out of Cammy's hand, Wolfman struggled with her for a while. She was as strong as he was, but he was larger and had the upper hand, mainly being on top of her. He yelled, trying to bring her back from wherever she was.

"Cammy, Cammy! Calm down!"

She spoke softly, but her anger was apparent.

"I'm plenty calm if you'd just get the hell off of me!"

Wolfman's eyes grew wide. It was Cammy. She knew exactly what she was doing and exactly what she'd just done. It was like finding out the dog you'd owned it's whole life bit a little girl and wasn't rabid. Before he could speak a fellow agent came behind him and injected a tranquilizer into Cammy's arm. She blacked out as Wolfman pulled his body off of hers. He spoke, forgetting Cammy for a moment.

"Did she kill her?"

The same man who brought the tranquilizer answered.

"No, she hit the prisoner in the leg. She won't die unless she loses too much blood and I don't see one of Bison's creations bleeding to death.

Wolfman grabbed the agent's shirt and got into his face.

"She's not a machine, she's a human!"

The agent put his arms up in a gesture of apology as he spoke.

"I was just saying. No harm meant."

Wolfman let him go and took a breath.

"No I'm sorry. Just take Agent White to my office, I'll deal with her."

--

Light caught on the most golden strands of his hair as it moved about his shoulders with the movements of his arms. Vega was clapping for her. His usual smirk ran itself across his face reminding Cammy of just how sadistic Vega really was. She spoke first.

"You have nothing to do with what just happened."

"May I quote you, my love?"

"No."

"Pity. That was the greatest show of such lovely brutality I have ever seen. You wanted her to suffer."

Cammy walked towards him, feeling she had the upper hand for once. She spoke.

"You see Vega, that's the thing. She was suffering, just like I once was. And now is the beginning of the end of your hell for her. I gave her the shock her system needed to break Bison's mind control."

Vega shook his head, reprimanding her.

"Ah Camilla, so noble."

"What's it matter, it's over now. It worked just the same for me."

"But you were only with us a short time, you realize. Young Juli has put years into this…career. Why, I am surprised you do not remember her."

"That's impossible."

"Is it? Is it so impossible that right under your vengeful little eyes she was with me all of that time? Well until you killed me that is."

Vega grabbed Cammy's face on either side of her cheeks as if he were about to scold a child. She reached up and grabbed his wrists. He kissed her softly on the lips, surprisingly chaste for Vega, before her reared back and slapped her as he yelled.

"Think about it!"

Cammy woke with a start and Wolfman's hands on her shoulders. Vega's slap was metaphysically still warm on her cheek, tingling down her face. Though her mind was aware of everything around her, it was slow and groggy, as was her body. Wolfman was speaking to her in hurried tones and words that she could not understand yet. Cammy just shook her head. She finally got the first real comprehensible sentence from Wolfman, more so reading his lips than hearing it.

"I'm here. It's okay. Just rest."

Cammy stuttered as tears welled up in her eyes.

"I-I-I don't understand. What's wrong with me?"

She tried to sit up but her body wasn't listening. The tears broke free, running down her face in hot streams. She tried valiantly again to sit up, this time only succeeding in nearly falling off the couch in Wolfman's office. He caught her before she could fall. Pulling her sobbing form into his arms, he spoke.

"Shhh, the tranquilizer will wear off soon. You woke up way before you should have. Just give yourself time. Shhh, it's going to be okay."

Cammy relaxed in his arms. She didn't know Wolfman could be good at soothing someone, but he was; though it was odd to be sharing a moment like this with him. He was always like a boss. Not her brother figure like Wagner and not a father figure like Guile. Just a friend. A supporting friend. After all, they put their lives in each other's hands on an almost daily basis. She wished it was Wagner here with her though. Wished with all of her heart that it was his comforting words being whispered into her ears. Immediately she felt guilty for it. Wolfman was trying to help her even after what had just happened. He must think she was crazy. Hopefully he'd let her explain. She would never want to kill Juli. She knew Juli deserved to live, more than anyone she understood her without even speaking to her. Cammy knew. She concentrated hard and let her tears dry. She forced herself calm, forced her breathing to slow. Cammy was finally able to speak.

"Is Juli awake yet?"

"Don't worry about her Cammy. Get yourself together right now."

Cammy broke from his arms and stood, without much visible effort, though the effort was enormous.

"I'm together. Is she awake? Does she remember anything?"

Wolfman stood, getting angry.

"Yes, you were right about everything. But the thing you don't understand, the thing you didn't try to grasp, is that we needed her. We needed to break her, not make her better. She's nothing to us now. She doesn't remember a thing. I told her her own god damned name!"

Cammy was careful with her words.

"You-you wanted to keep her like that?"

"Of course. You treat this organization like we're fools just because you have a past involved with Shadowlaw. All of us do. There's no one Shadowlaw hasn't affected in some way. You don't know anymore or any less than any member here. We needed her, the information we could have gained, it's unimaginable."

"I wasn't thinking."

"You don't seem to ever think anymore."

"I know, I know."

"Yeah, we all know Cammy. I'm not so sure anymore about your future with this organization."

--

Tranquil wasn't quite the word to describe Julian's state of mind as he walked down the crowded Los Angeles street. Delirious was closer. Delirious with the feeling of freedom. He laughed at the fact that his eyes had been so sensitive to the bright sunlight that he had gotten a slight headache. He just opened his eyes wider, taking everything in. The pain was good, it was real, and it made all of this real.

Julian stopped suddenly. He knew this was bound to happen. In his life it had happened many times. The familiar pull of God was there, leading him towards a church that was situated on the corner of the street he was on. He stood and stared, the guilt for his actions beginning to rise within him. He pushed them away with the physical effort of squeezing his eyes shut. God left him in the worst of times. His son was dead, seven years of his life was gone, he had paid his debt. Now he was coming into his own and it was what he deserved. Julian felt a presence beside him, he looked and the priest spoke.

"I see need in your eyes."

Julian hardened his look and began to walk away as he spoke.

"Go screw yourself, Padre."