US AIR FORCE BASE-NEW YORK STATE.

Col.William Guile sat at his desk and looked over the reports and roster of the mission he and his men were going to be on.

It said that there were rumors and then reports of a new terrorist group that had been popping up in the middle east,Asia and parts of Europe.

There was also a report detailing the description of the terrorists,that they were tall,slim and shapely like women,but all wearing skintight stealth outfits and masks.

It almost matched the description of Shadaloo's old killer dolls program that Cammy herself used to be a part of.

But it couldn't be...Shadaloo at last died after the final battle between Ryu and Bison.

Ryu's ki power of the Hadouken had at last reached their total peak and in one blinding Hadouken flash..he blasted Bison's head and torsoe right apart.

Guile took a deep sigh,he wanted to believe that Bison was truly dead..but he remembered that the maniacal warlord had ways of surviving even after death had supposedly claimed him.

First time was when that damned Psycho Drive of his exploded after he and Charlie planted the explosions in his hidden base.

But..the explosion had instead claimed poor Charlie instead.

Guile gripped the pencil in his hand so hard,it broke right in two.

"Eh--?"said Guile suddenly snapping out of his fit of rage.

He then shook his head to snap out of it and returned to his work.

Also in the reports the mysterious fighter known as Q was also seen working alongside the terrorist for unknown reasons.

"Hmmm..an enigma like the fighter himself.."thought Guile. "..I never cared for mysteries,but looks like we got one to investigate whether we like it or not."

While Guile was working,he noticed two photos framed on his desk.

One was that of his beloved family of his wife Jane and his daughter Amy,both with him in the picture.

The other was with some of his fellow street fighter friends,Ryu,Chun-Li,Ken,Cammy and even Blanka.

He had became allies and good allies with them during Bison's recent World Warrior tournament years ago.

Unfortunately,none of them except for Ryu,Ken and Li were able to attend the recent contest held by a man named Gill.

It had been a long time since any of them met since their last encounter with Bison when he,Li,and most of the remaining fighters from the second WW raided Bison's last stronghold and fought him.

Guile himself had personally wanted to destroy Bison,but the yoga master Dhalsim warned Guile that revenge would lead to nothing good,and besides that Guile was worn out after fighting the goons within the hideout.

But he did take some satisfaction in seeing Ryu kick Bison's can quite hard..he just prayed it was the last time.

He also wondered if there ever would be another WW tournament for him and the others to compete in,he felt that his skills were getting a little rusty after accepting his promotion and sitting at times behind the desk of the base worked in.

But he did have the priveledge of leading a series of missions under the new secret ops division that was recently created for more severe threats to the US and the world,like the current terrorist team they were investigating.

Suddenly,the door opened and a young man who was under the rank of sargent came in with a new report file.

"Col.Guile sir."he said saluting him.

"Hmm..yes sgt.Dusk,what is it?"said Guile without looking up.

"General Hawkins wanted you to personally see this new report we just got in from Spec ops."said Dusk as he laid the file down on his desk.

"Hmmm..?"said Guile as he opened the file.

Inside was a detailed written report on a newly discovered operative of the same terrorist cartel they were facing.

Inside was a photo taken during a terrorist strike out in China.

The photo was a little blurred,but as Guile took a closer look at the photo,he saw an all too familair face.

Along with a long lock of blonde hair that hung down from his face.

"Ch-CHARLIE?"he said as he shot up from his desk.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"The general wanted you to see that personally sir."said Dusk. "It..it might be a fake for all we know but.."

"I see."said Guile. "Okay that's it..tell the general i'll see him in a bit about this."

"Yes sir."said Dusk as he saluted and left the room.
 

Guile took the photo and looked out the window,watching the setting sun.

"Charlie..can it really be you?"he said.

INDIA.

Dhalsim,now a complete master of the art of yoga ki strolled down the halls of his temple dojo.

Many students,some indian,some asian and some from other countries were all sitting cross legged and deep in meditation.

His son Punja was his star student and now an assistant master to his father.

It had been a long time since he had took in the recent tournament and fought Bison as well. All had appeared to be well...but he couldn't help but sense dark and sinister forces that laid hidden somewhere in the world of today. He wondered..would he and the street fighters be ready for it this time?

Brazil.

A lone man entered the local cemetary,he was tall and lean and had long black hair and wore a brown leather jacket and grey slacks.

He stood before the grave of his mother and laid down a bouquet of red roses.

Since James Blanka was reunited with his mother after the 2nd tournament,many changes occured for him,reuniting also with his old friend Dan Hibiki,fighting more of Bison's troops,and even learning to control his appearance and form from feral beast to human form.

But the happiness would not last long,years later his mother came down with an unusual flu from the jungles and died a year later.

Blanka made his peace eventually,but missed his mother very much.

He did however manage to make a good living on his own as a fighter himself,he mastered the art of Capeoria and fought in local tournaments in his human form.

Blanka also found love at last,falling in love with a waitress named Cindi Pablo and the two were engaged to be married.

James also kept in touch with some of his old fighter friends of Ryu,Ken and the others as well as his friend Dan,who had been at last earning the respect in the fighting arena he sought for,but it would someday come at a price.

With a heavy sigh,he returned to his jeep and went back off into the city outside the cemetary.

RUSSIA.

The pride of the soviet union Zangief was still wrestling in the ring these days,but as a different identity this time with a mask and new costume.

He wore a dark purple bodysuit,gloves and yellow boots and wore a matching mask with fireballs on it.

Zangief was now known as the Masked Maruader and was mopping the floor with many opponents for many years now.

Since the presidency had changed for russia,and more powerful and better suited operatives were being used for them,Zangief began to feel like a 5th wheel and was no longer needed for the people of Russia,but he still had his wrestling art to fall back on and still made a honest to goodness living at it.

After slamming a large and fat wrestler to the floor with his famed pile driver,his thoughts drifted back to the days of fighting with Ken,Honda and the rest of the street fighters he had faced in the WW tourneys.He wondered if he would ever get to again.

"THE WINNER--THE MASKED MARUADER!"the referee said into the mic.

JAPAN

Hona sat cross legged in meditation as well while his best students sparred with each other in the ring in front of him.

Like Zangief,Honda continued to fight and wrestle in the world,making a great name for himself,but he also yearned to face Ryu and the others in a new contest,and have a good drink of sake with Ryu.

Maybe he could go visit him and Sakura sometime.

Hong Kong

Fei Long adressed his students in his newly built dojo.

Each time he made a fight move,they all moved at the same time with him,and they all did so for several minutes at a time.

After the workout was over,Fei instructed everyone to take five.

He and his students bowed and he went off to his office to rest for a bit.

Fei sat down in his swivel chair and viewed his surroundings.

There were pictures,photos,trophies and memorabilia from his past adventures in fighting,journeys and especially making movies about being a street fighter.

His thoughts then travelled off to the one he vowed to someday fight again--Ryu Hoshi. He still remembers the street fight he saw between making his newest flick,fighting him and especially being defeated by him.

The two became friends as well as rivals and Fei even went off to challenge him in Bison's WW contest not long after that,but he wasn't able to fight against him after being beaten by another Shotokan fighter like him--Ken Masters.

After making his last movie,the Tigers of blood,Fei retired from making martial artist expliotation films and concentrated on teaching his famed jeet kune do style.

"I wonder what they're doing right now?"he thought.

London,England.

Cammy White,now a colonel herslef sat at her desk and spoke to the head of MI-6.

"I see sir."she said. "You mean the US military have reason to belive that it may be a re-infestation of Shadaloo themselves?

Because of the resemblance of the terrorists to the Doll program I was involved with years ago--I see.

Hmmm..well,please inform Col.Guile Delta Red will give it's support if need be if the situation worsens. We look forward to working with you again.

Yes sir,thank you,good day."

Cammy then hung the phone up and tended to her child in the pram.

Little Adam was her pride and joy,he was the son of both Cammy White and the late Col.Wolffman.

She sang and cooed him to sleep and then she turned back to her desk in the study.

Cammy looked at the portraits of both her and Wolffman,both in Delta Reda,and the one at their recent wedding from years ago.

They were at first a happy couple,but not long after she had their child,Keith was called upon to protect the cabinet minister from an attack.

He saved the minister...but was killed by an assassin's bullet.

The assassin was later found and executed,but it didn't help the matter really.

The UK lost a great hero and military leader,and Cammy lost the man she loved,the man who took her in after being abandoned by Shadaloo.

But she made peace eventually,and honored his memory by being promoted to Colonel herself,head of the Delta Red operation.

Cammy then remembered the past allies she met in her battles in the recent tournament.

Chun-Li,a kindred soul who lost her innocence to the madman called Bison,Guile,who Cammy thought was quite cute,but knew he was married and even T.Hawk who had a grudge with Bison as well.

The others were quite interesting,especially the ones called Ryu and Ken.

She wondered if she would ever see any of them again?

Jamaica

Dee Jay had just finished singing a ragee to the crowds packed at the stadium where he and his band--Rasta-moon were playing.

He settled into his sofa recliner chair and took a swig of guiness.

"Mon!"he said. "Dis may be de life--but it's so damn draining!"

He then looked over at the desk in front of the mirror and saw a photo of himself in his street fighting days.

Wearing that simple set of orange pants and matching gloves and those long dreads and shaking those morrocas.

"Heh--I wonder what Guile,Chun-Li,and de rest of the fighters are doin'these days?"he thought.

Arizona,North America.

T.Hawk sat down cross legged on a mound on a hill in front of the many mountains and foothills out in the wilderness.

Since fighting it out in the recent tournaments,and after the death of his father Ario Hawk,T.Hawk was chosen by the village elders to become cheif shaman of the Hawk tribe.

His sister Julia,now dressed as a true native american woman watched him near her jeep.

Fortunately,Hawk himself did not want his fighting style to be forgotten,so long after rescuing his sister from the clutches of Shadaloo was taught the fighting style he used to fight in the streets and the tourney he was in.

She managed to master it to near perfection and make a name herself as the gold hawk,protecting her village from all forms of harmful individuals and fought for money and resources for her village in the past contests he was in.

The Hawk name was in good hands for the both of them.

T.Hawk meanwhile was deep in concentration as to something he sensed out on the horizon.

Las Vega.

At a brothel called the pink lion,former heavyweight boxer was seated at his desk going over the financial gains of his recently established business.

After the 2nd contest,Shadaloo was at last no more,but at least it was to his avail after he raided Bison's personal vault and escaped to his country the US with enough money to become a legititimate businessman,or at least on where prostitution was now legal,namely Las Vegas Nevada.

But he still longed for the days of single combat in the fighting arena,and the one who defeated him,Ken Masters.

"I'll find and pulp that little turd,that's a promise!"he thought acidly.

Spain

The bullfighter and street fighter known as Vega was vastly forgotten,onyl a few enthusiasts remembered him,as well as his sadism,his vanity and the recent torunament he was defeated in by the chinese woman known as Chun-Li.

After that,he disappeared and was never seen or heard from again...or so everyone thought.

Japan

Deep within the woods outisde okinawa,a single and large framed warrior sat in front of a fire.

He was once known as Victor Sagat,Muay Thai warrior of Thailand..but after witnessing an excursion of battle between Ryu and Akuma,the once feared kickboxer had forcibly became something..more.

Sagat and Akuma were now one,and it was Akuma himself who had vowed to destroy the one who at last defeated him...RYU!

An unknown location beneath the crust of the earth.

A single man sat in a leather chair in the darkness,and there he watched many events unfold across the globe.

He even looked over the various photo scans of the past fighters he faced before,especially the one knonw as Ryu.

A wicked grin formed on his darkened face.

"You think you all saw the last of me?"he said. "HAHA--I shall arise once more when you least expect--and this time the world shall be mine at last!

HAHAHAHA!"