Slipped away to the open
Watched the shadows deface the ground
Till the day we all
Believe that we might lose control

Will the moment we fear
Turn to everything clear

After you're gone
Away from the life
Of the planet you're on
And everything after

Faded awake
Somebody spoke
When I left here today
And everything after

It pulls us back into orbit
When disorder surrounds this place
And it brings us down
We can't keep our feet on the ground

Until the moment we fear
Turns to everything clear

We are down here
We are Space

Revis – "Everything After"

Wagner used all of his strength to help the military medics hold Guile down, as the military jeep sped towards another vehicle that would transport them back to Los Angeles Air Force Base. It wasn't working very well. Guile was surely stronger than Wagner, and in this state, stronger than he and the others combined. But there was no talking sense into him at that moment. Guile's arm was practically in shreds, the radius of his forearm protruding from the skin. The rest of him was beaten up pretty badly too, but those minor injuries took a backseat to the dire one. Blood was everywhere and all Guile could do was struggle and say he's got to get to a phone. Wagner grabbed Guile's good arm and yelled.

"You've got to let them set your arm Guile. You'll bleed to death."

Guile looked back at him.

"My arm?"

He must be in shock. Guile spoke again.

"Wagner…you're okay!"

"Yeah, I've been here. Now calm down so they can fix you up."

"This doesn't matter…you've got to do something important son. Make sure everyone knows. It is Shadowlaw, it is them!"

Wagner had no idea what Guile had been through, he was the only returning man from his entire group and he was still in bad condition.

"It's okay Guile. Everything is under control."

Guile pulled Wagner closer and spoke more softly.

"All the groups, they are working for Shadowlaw. They all have something big to lose if they get found out. Shadowlaw is hiding behind them and if it doesn't get out, they are all going to get away."

It made total sense. The groups that had been targeted weren't Shadowlaw and they weren't hiding Bison. But they were all ruthless, and upon the tiniest mention of Bison or Shadowlaw, they went on a total defensive assault, taking no prisoners. It's like every gang, drug lord, terrorist group and crime syndicate had something big to lose if they didn't do what Shadowlaw wanted. Shadowlaw was hiding behind blackmail. Guile tensed suddenly as Wagner heard the sickening sound of splintered bone grinding against splintered bone. Guile grabbed him again, his voice struggled.

"Make sure Cammy's okay. I don't have a good feeling."

He passed out then. Wagner wondered if the pain had finally proved to be too much or if Guile just finally said all he needed to. But he knew one thing. He'd had a bad feeling about Cammy too. This entire worldwide assault had given him a bad feeling about Cammy from the beginning. He knew her, even more so through his psychological studies. She'd jump into anything headfirst if it in anyway involved her revenge on Shadowlaw and therefore, she tended to let her guard down with anything that she thought didn't involve them. Like other dangers weren't really dangerous. It suddenly felt like this entire thing was a set up designed perfectly to reel Cammy in. Wagner silently willed the jeep to go faster; he had to get to London as soon as possible.

Cranky had spent the better part of the day sobering up. He had willed himself not to continue his drinking binge and to get his head straight for when Cammy got back. So far so good. He'd cleaned himself up, gotten a bite to eat and now he waited across the street from MI-6 headquarters. He'd seen the military jeeps returning and figured that it'd only be a matter of time before Cammy came out. That was hours and three pitchers of beer ago. Now he was drunk again, and worried out of his mind. What if they guys who attacked Cammy and him in his hotel room recognized her? Then it'd be his fault she was hurt. Why'd he ever confess what he knew about Shadowlaw? He knew why, it was for Cammy. It was fucked up; all of this was for her. He didn't understand any of it at all. But all he could do was wait for word on the mission.

A crowd of reporters was gathering around the front gates. He was sure that an official announcement was about to be made. He left money for his tab on the table and ran out, dodging cars as he dashed across the street. An official looking man stepped up to a podium and began a speech with all of the normal, boring, official formalities. Cranky looked to the side and saw Colonel Wolfman exiting from another, smaller gate, avoiding the crowd. Cranky moved towards him slowly, as not to draw the attention of the reporters. Once he was far enough away from the crowd he yelled out for Colonel Wolfman.

"Colonel! Colonel!"

Wolfman turned around and Cranky saw his face crush the moment he recognized him. Something was wrong. Cranky ran towards Wolfman then as he spoke.

"Where's Cammy? Nothing happened did it?"

"It all went so wrong."

"What? She's not…"

"I don't know. She disappeared and we found nothing there at all."

Cranky felt his heart being ripped in two. Not used to such a powerful emotion, Cranky turned that sadness into the only thing he understood, rage. He grabbed Wolfman's shirt in his fists and held his face close as he yelled.

"What the hell! That makes no sense. Everything you needed was there! You just had to do your fucking job."

Wolfman pushed him away roughly as he turned to head back into MI-6 and spoke.

"Then let me do it and keep your fucking nose out of this."

The gate practically slammed in Cranky's face. He grunted in frustration as he punched the stone wall next to the shut gate. The painful sting and blood on his knuckles brought him back to his senses. Pain was real. He forgot he wasn't supposed to ever be happy. He couldn't believe that he even for one minute, he had thought he'd come out on top. He was a fuck up and always would be one, no one, no matter how much he thought he loved them, could change that. Cranky turned to head back to a pub running into a passerby. He excused himself quietly and continued on.

"I'm sorry, sir."

The man nodded and continued in the opposite direction. Cranky pulled the cash out of the newly stolen wallet, disposing of it in a nearby trashcan as he stuffed the cash in his pocket.

When Colonel Wolfman entered his office, the red light on his phone that signaled he had a waiting call was blinking. It was to be expected. However, he knew that it would more than likely be bad news and wanted to avoid more of that at any cost. Seeing Craig Crankurt on the street did absolutely nothing for his wounded pride or guilty conscious. Cranky had been really upset. Maybe he really did care for Cammy, or maybe it was just show. Whatever it was wasn't working in Wolfman's favor. He sighed, looking at the phone again with disdain. He knew he had to take the call no matter how upset he was. It was his duty to go on and just maybe, he could figure this mess out. Wolfman picked the phone up pushing the correct line and spoke.

"Colonel Wolfman here."

A hurried voice quickly answered.

"Colonel. It's Shadowlaw. I mean, it isn't, but it is! And Cammy, oh God, Cammy doesn't know."

"Hold on! Who's this?"

"Staff Sergeant Scott K. Wagner, U.S. Air Force. I'm calling in lieu of Colonel Guile."

"And why can't Colonel Guile speak for himself?"

"He's in critical condition from injuries sustained in today's mission. Look, there's no time for this. You may outrank me, but I'm the one who knows what the hell is going on here. You need to be informed before someone does something to jeopardize this. Especially Cammy."

It was at another mention of Cammy that Wolfman remembered who Scott Wagner was. Colonel Guile's adopted son and therefore, Cammy's adopted brother. It was a little over a year and a half ago that he had accompanied Guile and his team to rescue Cammy from Shadowlaw. It was the mission in which he'd first seen what Cammy was capable of. The young man was strong himself, fighting alongside them with a badly injured leg and many other wounds. Something bad was up for Colonel Guile to involve Wagner in this. Wolfman spoke solemnly.

"It's too late for that Wagner."

"What! What are you saying?"

"Cammy's gone."

"Gone! What do you mean gone? This isn't happening, Shadowlaw can't get her back."

"Thankfully it's not them."

"Think again Colonel, it is them. They are hiding behind these other companies. Not so much working with them like we thought. Blackmail, owing favors, you name it and Shadowlaw has cashed it in. These groups are running Shadowlaw while they plan something big."

Colonel Wolfman's eyes grew wide as his adrenaline surged.

"And now they have Cammy and she knows the ins and outs of MI-6 as well has being an ideal and previous candidate for brainwashing."

Wagner's voice was distant due to Wolfman's shock.

"I'm flying there now. Give me a few hours. If you're ready for me when I arrive I'll be ready for an assault. I'm finding Cammy."