Klyde stumbled back against the wall, unaware of his looming demise at the hand of Vega. The Spanish ninja had his claw pulled back, a glint of ki running along the blade. There was a high pitched giggle as he thrust the claw forward at the prone Klyde.

"No!"

There was a blur of color, and then a sickening sound of claw entering flesh. Vega looked up and what he saw was not what he expected. In between his claw and his target, there was a large native American, the claw embedded into his abdomen. A grimace was painted on T. Hawk's face, and his eyes were closed, trying to concentrate all of his ki into where the claw had pierced his stomach.

"You…you will not kill him!…"

Vega went to rip the claw out of the interloper, but T.Hawk's ki suddenly flared up, and he twisted his midsection. The claw snapped in half, leaving the deadly portion of the weapon buried in the giant's abs. Before Vega could do anything, T. Hawk cocked back and threw a massive fist into the Spanish ninja's exposed visage. There was a gush of blood, and Vega felt his face.

"You bronke my nothe!", he cried shrilly as he clutched his broken nose. T. Hawk brought up both his hands wordlessly and brought them down into either side of Vega's neck, dropping him to the floor, unconscious.

T. Hawk stumbled back several steps, falling into Klyde's outstretched arms, nearly causing them both to crash into the floor. Klyde steadied the large fighter up against the wall.

"Dude? Are you okay?"

T. Hawk managed a nod. "The…the blood flow… is slowed by the claw… it is still in there…"

Klyde looked at the wound and winced. "Wow, dude, that was crazy! You.. . you saved me back there. That's two I owe you."

The large Indian shook his head. "No. I brought you to this place… it was my job to make sure no harm came to you…" That amount of talking had taken the rest of the energy out of him, and slumped forward. Klyde barely managed to catch him, using all of his muscles to begin dragging his friend towards a medical room.

Several minutes found T. Hawk being bandaged inexpertly. He had regained his consciousness, and was sitting on the floor, his back leaning against the wall. The room was painted uniform white, no signs anywhere that this medical facility was ever used, let alone lived in. Klyde shook his head.

"Awesome… you're awake. Thought you weren't getting up for a while."

T. Hawk managed a weak smile. "My stomach is quite sore. I don't think I can give you any more assistance this time."

Klyde nodded. "Hey, what you did was more than enough. I can handle any one else who comes along." A thought occurred to him. "Unless they happen to be a gay guy with claws. But other than that, I can handle any one." T. Hawk smiled, seemingly satisfied, and fell asleep. Klyde gently lifted him up, and dragged him into a steel closet. "This way no one will find you…" he murmured to himself.

From behind them, there was a rustling sound under a blanket. Klyde turned and watched as someone rose out of a cot from underneath the blanket, throwing the sheet off as it rose. The 'it' quickly became a she, as Klyde took in all the details. And stored them in his memory for later use. I may never get another chance. The girl in front of him looked no older than 16 (Bonus points, Klyde thought), wearing an outfit that most 21 year olds would feel a little young for. It consisted of merely green spandex enough to cover her chest, abdomen, and… um, vitals. She had combat boots and a sort of strange tie deal that did a number on Klyde's libido. The braided blond hair and deep blue eyes didn't help matters either. There was a god. Cammy be thy name. Shhawing! (Sorry. Just had to include some sort of Wayne's World reference. This moment seemed appropriate.) The vision in green brought her hand up in a salute, her face remaining completely impassive as her monotone voice rung out.

"Bioweapon Cammy fully functional. Priority one, protect Lord Bison. Priority two, secure Shadowloo Base…"

Klyde still hadn't managed to break himself out of his earlier chain of thoughts. The best he could come up with was a murmured, "Whoa. Bison makes hookers?"

Cammy's unfeeling eyes locked onto Klyde. Klyde mentally gave himself the thumbs up sign. Sweet! She's totally into you, dude! He assured himself. Once again her voice broke through his thoughts.

"Intruder found. Execution of priority two duty. Exterminate intruder."

Klyde barely snapped out of his infatuated daze in time to dodge the human weapon's incoming fist, which smashed through the wall behind him. That wall is made of steel! But she's so small!… how does that work? Before he could ponder on it further, Cammy moved faster than he could keep up with, getting behind him and putting him in a chokehold. He looked down at the arm around his neck. It was extremely solid, and veins were visible from the outside. The arm just didn't seem to match the girl. Klyde sighed, insofar as he was able to with his air supply cut off. They pumped this chick full of steroids…that's really messed up… Running short of air, Klyde opened his mouth wide and bit down hard. There was no audible reaction, but the arm was quickly pulled away.

Klyde spun around, and found himself meeting a swift fist to the face. The attack sent him reeling backwards, slamming his back into a wall. Without even thinking, working completely off of instincts, Klyde rolled as he hit, just managing to avoid a follow up punch. Cammy's fighting style seemed to move fluidly, making it hard to find a break to counter with.

"Cannon drill!" Cammy yelled out, thrusting both of her feet forward in a sort of lunging drop kick. The force of her attack propelled her into Klyde's stomach, and he rolled back, unable to retaliate with anything. Things weren't looking good for him, and he knew it. It's like her fighting style was designed only for killing… Klyde pulled out his reserve energy, mounting a desperate offense. He rushed forward, bringing his foot out in a fierce hip kick that met bone. Cammy stumbled backwards a bit, but otherwise seemed undeterred. Klyde followed up with a left hook that was stopped by a forearm block. Klyde pulled back, holding his fist. It had felt like he had punched steel.

With a movement that Klyde couldn't even see, Cammy spun her body around, bringing her feet upwards into Klyde's chest. The force of the blow lifted Klyde off of the ground, sending him smashing through a pile of crates. There was a loud splintering sound, and then silence.

"… Target eliminated." Cammy spoke in her cold, unfeeling voice. From under the rubble, there was a muffled groan. Cammy turned back around, ready to finish the job she had started. As she approached the pile of boxes, there was a low, yet distinct beeping sound. Right after, loud explosions began to go off, and the medical bay began to shake. The door burst in, and violent flames blew into the room, smashing right into Bison's biological weapon. Not a sound escaped from her lips as she was violently thrown through a wall by the force of the blast. The fires burnt out, leaving Klyde buried under the pile of crates.

AN- Yay! More chapters! The explosion there will be explained in the next chapter of Electric Avenue, so make sure you check it out when it comes out. We are coming up to the end of the first part of this story, and I hope you are all excited. After this all ends, we may be putting everything up as one story, so as to make things easier to keep up with. If you have any suggestions, feel free to email me or review and let me know. See you all soon!