By EliadS

An F-15 fighter jet soars through the air, cutting through the clouds. It leaves a Sonic booming sound as it passes over the military base, the deafening sound forcing some of the soldiers on the ground to cover their ears.

Then the jet starts spinning, before doing a quick loop, the afterburner kick in and the plane catapults into the maneuver, before straightening up perfectly a few seconds later.

Then the pilot turns the plane 180 degrees and flies upside down, his cockpit space facing the ground. He waves to his comrades on the ground and laughs, all this occurring for around 20 seconds before spinning right side up.

The pilot that sits within the cockpit then presses on the COOM link button "Flight control...this is Sonic Boom, requesting landing authorization..." The pilot speaks into his helmet speaker.

The phrase "Lane 2 vacant Sonic Boom, you have a green light for landing" is caught by the pilot's ear via the set of headphones that are built into helmet.

"Roger that flight control, I'm on my way" The pilot says and pushes some buttons before beginning to navigate his plane controls and pushing the gearing stick in the center of the control area.

The plane aims itself downwards, before releasing it's wheels and landing smoothly, the wheels bounce slightly against the concrete surface, as the plane’s velocity is still great.

The plane shakes and the cockpit’s pilot keeps the plane steady till it reaches a stop. Then he opens the cockpit’s lid by pressing a button near his arm and unbuckles himself.

A Ladder is brought by a military air force attendant and is set to lean against the Jet's hull. The pilot takes off his helmet and reveals a bright skinned face; a pair of light blue eyes. His eyes reflect wisdom and experience of many years of life.

His hair is shaped in a rather odd shape that of brush shape of a blond colored brush, his hair barely moving in the windy currents. Also the man's face is a little odd, as he doesn't have any facial hair but his eyes reflect wisdom and experience of many years.

He steps out of the cockpit and climbs down the ladder. The attendant who's rank is private salutes to his superior right before the pilot follows suit and mirrors the gesture.

"Captain Guile sir, The general's ordered me to tell you that even though your vacation starts today, he's looking for you for some reason, and has ordered you to speak with him, before you leave." The soldier says quickly and clearly.

Guile smiles, flexing his neck and shakes his head, despite being almost 40 years old, his frame is still muscular and his military uniform clings against his body

"Thank you Private, Dismissed!" Guile says firmly and salutes again.

The private follows suit quickly and turns around to march away. Guile sighs and flexes his shoulders once again before cracking his fists and walking towards the barracks.

As he walks towards the Barracks, he saw the general walk up to him and smiles. "Guile...Just the man I was looking for!" The general says in a cheerful tone.

"Aww D*mn...Here we go again...Well he was looking for me, might as well finish this as soon as possible" Guile thinks and salutes

"Greeting sir, General sir" Guile says quickly and clearly, before standing straight his hands behind his back.

"At ease soldier..." The general says and Guile complies quickly.

"So…Guile, have you considered my offer? We could use a man with such illustrious field experience as yours in the high command" The General says and scans Guile's face as he waits for his answer.

Guile lowers his gaze to the cement covered ground and licks his lower lip and, then he inhales deeply before exhaling and looking up into the General's eyes.

"Umm...Sir no offense but...I prefer the rush of flying sir, and I'd like to continue with it as long as I can." Guile says

"Plus I ain't getting myself mixed up in all the political crap up in the high command if I can help it..." Guile thinks as he hopes the general will cut him some slack for now.

"I see...quite understandable soldier, but keep in mind, you aren't getting any younger. Heh, well enjoy your R&R Guile, you deserve it, We'll discuss this further some other time, dismissed!" The general says and then salutes, Guile follows suit and the general leaves.

Guile exhales and shook his head "Looks like my flying days are numbered, I didn't like the look in his eyes, Godd**nit. Flying costing me Jane and Amy and it already took Charlie. Now he wants to take the last thing I like in life away from me too" Guile thinks and grits his teeth angrily.

"Over twenty years…It's been twenty years since that day," Guile thinks.

Guile is flying his fighter jet over one of the South American Jungles. Another Fighter jet is flying to his left; both have the American star painted on their hull. Their supreme velocity sends them cutting through the air like bullets from a sniper's rifle.

Their speed ruffles the treetops, and occasionally tears vegetation from its roots, from the force of the pull. Their thrusters burst to life, streams of Oxygen fed blue flames explode out of them, catapulting them forward even faster, sending them flying at velocities of over 600-Mph.

"Yo Sidewinder, 3 Tangos approaching us from the south, you see them on radar?" Guile's voice booms over his helmet COMM. Sending his question to his co-pilot and friend in the other jet.

"You bet'cha I do Pal, not to mention I can smell them Shadowlaw scum a mile away. Heh Guile let's blow'em outta the sky, k?" A second American voice speaks on the other pilot's helmet COMM.

"I got your Six Charlie, Go Get'em!" Guile shouts and presses some buttons, readying his Jet's armament to cover Charlie if needed. He then lets Charlie's fighter jet pass his own and keeps a safe and constant distance behind Charlie.

Guile's plane shakes, as the force of the passing Jet rocks the hull. "Watch it will ya?" Guile snaps as Charlie passes him with lightning speed.

"Weeehaaaa!" Charlie shouts as he turns his Jet around abruptly, before flying toward the Hostile jets. Charlie keeps his Jet steady and grins "Who's ya daddy?" He shouts and presses the trigger on the base of his Jet's gear stick.

Two cannons near the nose of the plane open fire. Rounds of automatic machine gun fire burst forth, Two of the jets manage to evade the blasts, but one is hit, and the bullets carve into the nose until they also his the cockpit. Drilling holes and setting the area on fire.

Blood smears the broken glass, as not much is left from the pilot, who's just been hit by rounds of Vulcan fire. The plane spirals out of control, but keeps it's route straightforward, as in about to crash and take Charlie with it.

Charlie goes wide-eyed and gulps "Oh sh*t, that things coming right at me." He mutters and pulls the gear stick back while turning on the afterburners. "Ahhh!" He shouts as the G-force hits him with walloping strength. The plane's nose aiming itself up and the afterburners kicking in, sending the plane forward with awesome speed.

He somehow miraculously manages to avoid a fiery death, but unfortunately the angle of his jet is so sharp, that he's thrown into his seat and can't reach the gear stick. He looks at his Radar and curses, he sees the two hostile jets are approaching him.

"Sh*t! Guile! I can't shake'em off! Get them off my freaking six!" Charlie shouts frantically.

"I'm trying! I'm trying! But these bogeys are better than I thought" Guile says and turns his plane towards the two jets following Charlie's. He tries to get locked onto one of them, but they keep on moving and avoiding him.

"Guile I can't shake'em! Heck I can't even level this mother f**king Jet! You gotta help me! What kind of wingman are you? Do something!" Charlie shouts, anxiety and fear apparent in his voice. As his plane keeps climbing.

"Calm down Charlie, just stabilize the jet already? You gotta try and evade them! I'll do my best in the meantime" Guile says and tries to get a steady aim to shoot them out of the air.

"D*mnit Charlie! I can't shoot'em when they're so close, I'll hit you " Guile curses and tries to gain a better angle.

"What do you think I'm doing? Drinking scotch and dancing in the nude? Godd**nit these f**king controls won't respond!" He shouts and hits the controls in frustration, not knowing what else to do in his panic.

Suddenly the jet's afterburners turn off and Charlie smiles "Haha! I did it! I'll be right with you. And they said I needed a wingman" He says and begins stabilizing the Jet.

Guile suddenly goes wide-eyed "Charlie! Look out! Tango fire at 6 O'clock!" He shouts on the COMM link.

Charlie is too late to react as machine gun fire erupts. Rounds of bullets cut through the air, The Shadowlaw Fighter jet keeps on blasting away, It's bullets crashing into the left wing of Charlie's plane. Boring holes through the metal and hitting the fuel and circuitry underneath it

"Guile! I've lost my wing! Fuel level's descending! I ain't gonna make it!" Charlie shouts as he tries to stabilize his Jet frantically.

Guile growls "You're gonna make it buddy, Just turn to the left…he's a goner now!" Guile thinks and flips a plastic lid off his Gear stick's top. Then he presses the red button beneath it. Then he pulls his Gear stick to the right and his plane begins turning.

"I'll try!" Charlie says and pushes his controls all the way to the left. His plane complies slowly and turns to that direction, smoke is seen, as it rises from his now burning wing. The engines fire weakening.

A missile is released from Guile's left wing the second he pushes the red button then it begins dropping to the ground, 2 seconds after it does, It's backside bursts into flames and it sails through the air. Its speed is immense as it aims itself at the hostile Jet's engine.

A boom is heard, and then a huge mushroom of flames. That is what can be seen as the missile hits home. It rips into its target hull, then it explodes. Chunks of metal are sent flying in all directions as the plane is torn apart inside out. Guile smiles before he raises both brows.

"Charlie! You're losing altitude! Eject! Eject!" He shouts as he sees Charlie's plane on the radar. Then his Plane suddenly shakes and his warning sensors flash wildly. He looks at the diagram of his plane's hull and curses.

"Sh*t…my navigation sensors are toast, Godd*mn chunks of metal!" He thinks and curses. He tries to level the Jet but the controls don't respond to his attempts. He jams on them frantically and curses as it is of no avail, sweat beading down his forehead as he begins to feel panic rock his mind.

Then he looks at his radar and curses again "Anti Batteries! Ahh d*mn!" He curses out loud before closing his eyes. "Ahh please pull me and Charlie out of this! I hope you're listening up there…ok…here goes nothing" He thinks and punches the eject button.

He shuts his eyes tightly and prays under his breath. The lid is thrown off and Guile is thrown into the air after it. Charlie keeps on track aiming himself for the woods, He presses some buttons and smirks "Bye bye…scumbag" He says as he turns on the smoke screen.

Then he turns off the engines presses the eject button and is catapulted upwards. The plane gradually slows down as the Fighter Jet sails behind it.

The Shadowlaw pilot goes wide eyed and covers his eyes, in instinct. As the nose of his plane crashes into Charlie's engine. The plane is torn apart upon contact. The pilot crushes and cut by the sharp metal. Then the fuel ignites.

An audibly explosion, a mushroom of scarlet flames, a gust of burning hot winds and then silence. A tense and frightening silence. As pieces of metal pummel to the ground. When the smoke clears, Charlie is parachuting to the ground.

Meanwhile Guile's spiraling madly, spinning and in no position to parachute, if he pulls it incorrectly, the parachute will be torn and he'll surely die, but if he doesn't…the outcome will be the same.

Guile then looks up and grits his teeth "I'm counting on ya" He mutters and pulls the cord. The parachute is released and by sheer luck not torn by the intense speed. Expanding and slowing his fall.

Guile then sighs in relief, scared sh*tless on one hand, but knowing he'd never want any other kind of action, and that being a pilot is worth the risk. Smiling slightly as the parachutes down to the ground he thinks "Well that went well"

Guile then reaches the barracks and enters. The room is empty and he allows himself to sigh as he walks up to his bed. He then pack his clothes into a bag and heads for the showers.

Once again he is greeted by emptiness. He shrugs, it not bothering him at all. Ever since Charlie died, he feels as if nothing is left for him. His life is a void, his wife has changed ever since he last left, and hurt by his departure, has never been the same. Now cold and inattentive to him, not only that. His daughter was starting to learn that.

And that really hurt him, they didn't understand. They weren't there when Bison's power tore Charlie apart. They weren't there when the dictator mocked Guile and beat him arrogantly. Breaking down every shred of dignity and honor in Guile's heart.

"Failure! Loser! Pathetic wretch! Failure! Loser! Pathetic wretch! Failure! Loser! Pathetic wretch " Bison's words echo in his mind, the evil psycho powers, keeping it etched in his mind. Never letting him rest, scarred forever till the day one of them dies. At these thoughts run in his head he undresses tiredly and showers.

"Charlie…Buddy…It's been so long since that butt-chinned b*st*rd took you away. I'm still on his tail, Dun worry buddy, you'll rest in peace avenged of my name isn't William Guile" He thinks as he brushes the soap on his skin.

As the water spills down his muscular frame he sighs "I wonder if Jane's ok? She said she and Amy were moving in to a friend in France's house. I wonder who it is…Well I can't stop her, she's already moved…I'll give her the space she wants" He thinks and sighs.

Then he turns off the water and exits; he grabs his towel and quickly dries himself off. Then he changes into some casual clothes and puts on his dog tags. Then he brushed his hair and looks at himself in the mirror.

His eyes aren't vibrant and happy as they used to be. They seem cold and troubled, tired and wary. He looks into his own eyes and puts a hand on the mirror.

"Ever since I crossed that b*st*rd Bison, All my life's been falling apart. My marriage is collapsing…Jane even spoke divorce last time I came home. Charlie's dead and now the General's nagging me to give up flying. But heck that's the only thing that's been keeping me going, the rush and thrill is the only time I feel alive…and that's what makes me sad" He thinks and backs away from the mirror.

He walks out of the barracks with his bag slung onto one shoulder. His attire consists of a pair of Black jeans and a tight, white t-Shirt. The sun blazes brightly, its rays hitting the ground like blades of golden fire, totally blinding the mortals down on the earthly plane.

Guile takes a pair of Sunglasses from his bag and puts them on the bridge of his nose, before pushing them up; it's a habit he had caught from his old friend Charlie

"Thank God for R&R, I've been working so hard lately, bout time I rested a bit" Guile thinks and inhales deeply.

He crosses the base by foot until he reaches the gate, As he exited and walked towards his car. That's when he notices a woman is waiting for him near his car.

She is in her early thirties and wearing a long dress green dress which emphasized her slender body, her blond hair was set free and falls gracefully onto her shoulders. She was leaning on the jeep and her arms are crossed.

"Cammy? Is that you girl?" Guile asks in slight surprise. "Wow it's been months, I wonder how she's been?" Guile thinks.

The woman averts her gaze upward towards Guile and stands straight. She nods and flashes him a warm smile "Yup its me in the flesh Luv, So how's my favorite grouchy Pilot?" She asks.

He crosses his arms and hmphs "I've been better. How've you been, miss motor mouth united?" He asks with a small smirk.

She goes wide-eyed and then her eyes narrow. "Men.... You're all the same! Pigs!" She says and hmphs while turning her head to thodirection.

"Yeah, Yeah I've heard that speech before, will you mind getting your rear in gear, I want to make it for the beginning of rush hour and not middle" He snaps, exhaustion etched in his voice.

"Still the same, Say Captain, mind if I tag along?" Cammy asks while turning back to look at him.

"What you out of cab fair? I can lend you some?" He says and reaches for his pocket. Ruffling his hand slightly in look for bills.

"No you overgrown oaf! I've been sent here to meet with one of your big shot Generals, but he's postponed are meeting by 2 weeks, and now I'm stuck here," She says while putting her hands to her hips.

"I see…well good luck then," He says.

"What? You're just gonna leave me stranded here?" She asks albeit shocked.

He sighs and moves a hand to rub his temple "Get in, will ya? You can stay at my house, my wife and kid won't be home anyway" He says and waves his hand. Slight sadness and wariness in his voice.

Cammy raises a brow and looks a little confused but nods "Thanx" She says and moves to the passenger door. Guile puts the keys in ignition and turns the car on.

"There goes my vacation, stuck with her of all people, You have a weird sense of humor ya know?" He thinks and looks up for a second before pushing the gas pedal and driving off.

Bison is sitting in front of a huge computer console. He is looking into a large monitor, leaning his chin onto his hand. He chuckles darkly as he looks at the map of the world.

"My empire grows…from day to day, more people join me, more drugs sell on the streets, gangs submit, politicians are bribed, policemen murdered. Yet one prize, still eludes me…" Bison thinks and snarls.

He presses another button. "Vega? Where are fool?" Bison asks impatiently. The screen is full of static and Bison taps his fingers impatiently on the handle of his metal throne. His patience begins to thin, as the screen remains unchanging for several minutes.

"VEGA!" He shouts impatiently and slams his fist into the handle, his eyes crackle with the Psycho power which puts fear in the hearts of mortal men and women. And his hand bursts into purple flames.

Then the screen shifts, and slowly the Spaniard assassin is seen. Holding a communicator. "Ye…Yes…m…master Bison?" Vega pants tiredly while spitting some blood.

"You're late! Report you insolent pup" Bison snarls angrily while slowly calming down. Vega eyes his master warily and takes off his mask, finding it hard to breathe since his nose is busted open, and blood is flowing freely down his graceful features.

Bison raises a brow "Well? I'm not getting any younger! REPORT!" Bison yells and his face twists with anger.

Vega gulps and wipes the blood from his nose, "I…I almost had him Master" He stammers. Then he looks at his hand and growls lightly. "But…an interloper interrupted me just as I had him in my…" Vega speaks.

"Enough! I don't need your excuses, fool!" Bison growls impatiently.

"You disappoint me Vega, I want you back here As soon as possible, abort your mission, is that clear?" Bison says, turning his back to the Assassin.

"He can't do this to me! I am Vega! I am the best! My honor shall not be blemished!" He thinks.

"Wait! My lord it was Chunli!" Vega shouts, before Bison can disconnect the COMM link.

Bison stops "I'm listening Vega…" Bison says coldly while, turning around again, his hands now cradling his chin. His eyes scan the assassin coldly while his face remains neutral.

Vega fakes a cough and hides a smile "I knew mentioning the Chiquita would convince Bison to listen" He thinks. "I was waiting for Ryu when…" Vega begins before a knock interrupts Bison and he ignores the Spaniard.
"We'll talk about this later Vega, In the meantime I want you here, I might need you soon…" Bison says and turns off the COMM link before Vega can even reply. Vega growls angrily and hits the wall with his fist, wincing only slightly. Cursing in Spanish quite colorfully.

"Come in Sagat" Bison says and turns his chair to the door. He crosses his arms as the mammoth sized man, ducks his head to pass in the doorway. He scans him with a small smirk.

"Master…you called for me?" Sagat asks and bows his head, hiding a disgusted snarl. He never did like Bison, but he had been a fool when he was younger and fell prey to Bison's tricks. Now it was impossible to try and resist Bison's power, and live to tell the tale.

"I have a very important mission I want you to execute…" He says and motions with his hand for Sagat to come closer.

Sagat nods, though his eye show slight dissatisfaction and slight fear. Bison chuckles lightly under his breath. "The fool…I can read his little mind, Oh Sagat…you disappoint me…" Bison thinks.

"I said come here!" Bison says sternly, as his eyes flicker in purple.

Sagat's muscles tense slightly and he complies. He approaches Bison, then the dictator motions him to take a seat on a chair beside him. Sagat nods and sits, a chilling sensation crawling up his spine at being to close to the murderous psychopath known as M.Bison.

Bison's Psycho power fills the air with a cold and vile atmosphere, almost as if his soul contaminates the room with his evil. "Sagat…Look at the view screen," Bison says simply while making an appropriate gesture with his hand.

Sagat turns his massive head sideways and his lone eye fixes on the large monitor. It shows a sky shot of a Savanna area in Africa. In the shot, many tribesmen are seen in their routine lives. Then the picture focuses on the mountain above the Village.
"That Sagat is pure money…Diamonds, and Plenty of them. My geologists have concluded it's worth Billions of Dollars…I want it." Bison says and closes the screen.

Sagat turns to him and raises a brow. "So? What exactly do you want from me?" Sagat asks, his voice oozing with impatience. At this Bison's eyes narrow dangerously and his fist clenches. His fingers sinking into the leather, before tearing it off.

Then Bison's hand suddenly flies forward and wraps around Sagat's neck. Bison's eyes flare up in bright purple as the deadly force that is the Psycho power fills the room. Purple light illuminates the room and the air seems to heat up and charge up with electricity.

"What I want fool! Is for you to get it anyway possible" Bison says and chokes Sagat. Sagat coughs, caught off guard and suddenly feeling his limbs go numb. He tries to breathe but something is blocking the air from his lungs.

"I will be respected by all my Minions! Even you! You half rated pathetic excuse for a warrior! I should kill you now for your insolence!" Bison shouts, his voice booming loudly, echoing and amplified to deafening heights in his current state of anger.

Sagat nods "N...No…I…I…sor…sorry…ma…mast…master" He coughs, his face starting to turn blue, then Bison picks him up, using his telekinetic force, and throws him against the metal door.

"Go! And get the mine! Before I change my mind!" Bison then says as Sagat slams into the door heavily. He falls to his knees and gasps for air, his eye wide and teary. He slowly regains his breath and nods before leaving the room quickly.

Bison is left alone; he smiles to himself and laughs. "Soon when you're mine Ryu. My power will grow beyond my foe's wildest dreams, and my empire shall expand. Then when the time is right, I'll make my move and checkmate. I win and the world will be mine!" Bison thinks and his laughter grows sinister, as it rolls through the corridors of the Shadowlaw base.

Ken Masters is sitting at the head of a large black table. The smooth material of the Marble is slick and cold beneath his fingers. He leans on his hands and looks forward, his brown eyes are narrowed and by the look on his face, he is not a happy camper at the moment.

Even though he's wearing a business suit, his muscles are apparent, as they fit tightly within the Armani suit. His face twists with anger, his eyes full of impatience and dissatisfaction.

"What do you mean they cancelled the signing?" He asks angrily while pounding his fist against the marble. It shakes, and various coffee mugs ite, shakes on the table. A group of about 12 people are sitting around the rectangular table. They consist of about 6 men and 6 men, all of various ages.

"They…they said their employer doesn't want the components anymore, something about cheaper new corporation in Thailand." A middle-aged man says nervously.

"You idiots! I told you to call me if something changed? You know how much money this deal is worth?" Ken shouts and smacks his head. "I swear by god if this deal doesn't come through…heads will roll…" He says and sits down in his chair.

He sighs and takes a drink of his coffee. He grimaces and gulps quickly, before making a disgusted face. "Why the hell is my coffee cold?" Ken booms at nobody specific.

"First I have you morons screw a deal I've been working on for 5 months. I've got a migraine the size of the Golden Gate Bridge and to top it all my freaking Coffee's cold, why don't you just take me now?" He shouts, startling the advisors.

He puts his hand to his face and sighs. "I've been under too much pressure lately. All this work, Eliza's nagging about not paying attention to her, the d**n NASDAQ collapsing. I haven't slept well in weeks," Ken thinks and rubs his eyes.

"Sir? Are you feeling ok?" A woman advisor asks him softly, though nervously.

Ken grunts "I'll fly to China to fix it, but please…please…tell me if something goes wrong this time," He says and his voice sounds pleading and slightly broken.

They nod "we're sorry…we should've told you…it won't happen again" A female advisor says.

Ken smiles and nods "Ok, I'm sorry I yelled at you. I…I just need some rest, I trust ya, I do…that's why I hired you" He says and gets up slowly. He takes his briefcase and waves before walking out of the office. "Well China…here I come, wonder how Chun's doing, I'll definitely stop by her place to visit, been too long" Ken thinks and smiles. It's always been a pleasure for him to visit his Chinese friend.

"She's hospitable, kind, funny and d**n that woman. Sides always nice teasing' her about her crush on Ryu" He thinks and chuckles as he remembers how she almost kicked him through a wall for saying something he shouldn't.
"Wonder if my block headed buddy's finally done something right, and told her how he feels, he may not admit it, but I can see he likes her…heck think the chump's even in love with her" Ken thinks and shakes his head.

"She's waiting for him, but heck patience has it's limits, I know for sure Fei's got a thing for Chun, even caught Dan trying once though he'd have more luck fighting Akuma blindfolded" Ken thinks and smirks.

He walks out of the building; it's a large skyscraper with a sign "Masters INC" on it. He looks up and beams with pride. "Now I'm making m'own money, I haven't even touched Dad's since I was 19, time I proved I'm rich and successful for me, and not my Dad" He thinks and enters his limo.

It heads for his estate; there he would have to confront an angry Eliza again. "I love that woman more than life, but when she gets started, only God knows how I can shut her up." He thinks as the limo drives off.