Of Love, Honour and Revenge Ch. 23
By Matt Lawson

Aboard the USS Khimtar…….

Cammy strapped herself into the one-man submarine and prepared for launch. It was something that she had done once before, so she was familiar with the necessary preparations. She also knew how it hurt like h*ll once the mini-sub was launched out of the main submarine's torpedo tube.

Basically, I'm piloting a manned torpedo, not a sub.

Cammy was wearing a diver's apparatus with a small breathing tube in her mouth. It would last a few minutes, plenty of time to reach the surface. In a small waterproof bag attached to the inside of the sub, there were her items required for the mission, a set of casual clothes, her MI6 uniform, including her gloves, some money, her CZ75, and several small thermite plasma mines. She had rejected Guile's advice on carrying a special forces issue SOCOM, complaining that it was too heavy for her to wield properly.

She kept running her briefing over and over again in her mind. Colonel Wolfman, her superior officer and the man who welcomed her into the ranks of MI6, traveled from London personally to give her her mission briefing.

She was to be launched towards the port of Rio De Janeiro by submarine, so as not to convey any attention from Shadowloo before she landed, and sneak into the jungle without any detection of Shadowloo agents. Once there, she was to locate the creature known as Blanka and convey any information about the whereabouts of the Shadowloo base, guiding her if necessary. Finally, she was to infiltrate the enemy base, rescue any hostages, including Chun Li and Ryu, and destroy the VX threat with the thermite plasma mines.

As with any MI6 mission, it was a simple case of easier said than done. The base was going to be heavily fortified, with no visible means of entry from a first glance, and to cap it off, she had no clue what the base even looked like, the GPS satellites couldn't give any detailed pictures.

Then, of course, there was the case of Blanka.

Cammy had met him once before in a training exercise in the jungles of Brazil. The green-skinned creature instantly took a liking to her. It was thanks to his consistent pestering that she located a Shadowloo underground weapons depot. She infiltrated it with the creature's help and managed to destroy it. Of course, this also meant that she failed the training exercise, but because of the fact that she had gone beyond the call of duty, it didn't really matter. Blanka disappeared back into the jungle without so much as a by-your-leave, leaving Cammy to face the of the angry officers who were conducting the exercise. It took her a lot of convincing to tell them why she was delayed.

She slipped the diving goggles over her eyes as the torpedo tube she was inside filled with water. She held on tightly to the control grips and prepared for launch.

In the control room, the submarine captain gave the order to fire the torpedo tube. The engineers in the torpedo room flicked a switch, and the mini-sub shot out of the tube.

Cammy shook as the sub buckled and vibrated with the force. A couple of times her head was dangerously close to banging against the inside wall. Finally, the shakings subsided, and Cammy took the helm.

Looking out of the camera in the front of the window-less sub, she found a place where she could dump the sub and swim to shore without being spotted by anyone, and headed towards it. When she finally reached it, she switched on the breathing tube and opened the sub. Sea water came pouring in.

She pushed herself free from the bottom compartment, grabbed the water-proof bag and swam to the surface as the detached mini-sub sank to the sea-floor. She climbed out onto a small docking platform and took off her wet diving gear, leaving her naked, but dry. Turning her head in each direction, she made sure there was no-one around to look and put on her casual clothes, a pair of jeans and a small white t-shirt. It wasn't her favourite choice of clothes, but it had to do. She would get changed into her MI6 uniform when she got into the jungle. Wringing out the diving clothes for later, she placed them in the bag, in a separate compartment, and slung the bag around her shoulder. She then climbed the ladder and looked for a way out of the docks.

Cammy walked for about half-an-hour before she managed to find an exit. From there she would find a hotel to stay the night, then she would continue her mission. She was about to leave when the wailing of a police siren heading into her direction made her stop. She turned her head round and saw a police car pull up right behind her. One of the Brazilian cops stepped out of the car and walked towards her. He was fourtyish and burly and wore a Brazilian cop's uniform. The badges he wore showed that he had been in the force for some time. The other cop inside the car was perhaps twenty years younger.

"What are you doing here?" asked the forty-year old cop.

"I'm sorry sir, but I was just going for a walk. I'm allowed to do that, aren't I?"

"Yeah, sure. You look like you want to do business."

Cammy couldn't believe this. They were talking to her like she was a hooker. "What, so you think I'm some sort of prostitute?!"

"In those clothes, a beautiful English girl would look like anything. Of course, I would let the whole matter go if you would just……"

Cammy stepped back. She wasn't authorized to use force against people other than Shadowloo agents unless she was provoked. She didn't want to start an incident.

"Look, just keep away from me."

"Hey, Miguel!" The other cop inside the car had his head out of the window, looking on with glee as the other cop was trying to advance towards the English girl. "Save some for me, huh?"

"Me first, Buchos. I'm your senior, remember."

Miguel stepped towards Cammy and grabbed her wrist. Cammy stayed still and smiled.

"You know, where I come from, that's assault. I believe it's the same over here?"

"Oh? And what's a pretty girl like you going to do about it?"

Cammy responded by raising her leg and pushing the cop away with the ball of her foot. The man stagger back and decided to switch tactics, throwing his greater weight against Cammy, getting her in a clinch. Standing her ground, Cammy caught him on the cheek with two quick overhead punches then followed through with a right uppercut to the jaw. The cop rocked backward on his heels, breaking his hold.

Buchos climbed out of the car and advanced towards Cammy, trying to take her by surprise, but she turned and made a frontal-kick into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. The twenty-year old Brazilian staggered back, clutching his stomach as he gasped for air against the side of the car.

The senior cop wiped the red-flecked from his mouth. "Listen, lady. You let Buchos and I do what we want and maybe I let you slide for assaulting two officers."

"Two crooked officers." Cammy said with a sigh.

Miguel frowned indignantly.

"That's it, no more crap from you." he said, dropping his arm to his holster and bringing out his side arm, a .45 Colt automatic. Unfortunately, he had only just put it into position when Cammy caught hold of his outstretched gun hand at the wrist, and bent it sharply backward, simultaneously turning sideways and snatching the pistol with her free hand.

Miguel released a cry of pain and surprise as the pistol was torn from his grasp. He was still gasping in disbelief when Cammy's leg snapped forward and up in a powerful front kick, the ball of her foot striking him in the broad, chunky stretch of his stomach as she lifted him in the air. The air whoofing out of him, he stumbled backward and landed hard on his bottom, his legs wishboned in front of him.

Buchos, meanwhile, had recovered from the winding he had received earlier and come charging at Cammy from behind. But before he had gotten more than a couple of feet, Cammy landed, stood up with her back towards Buchos, and spun in a smooth circle on her left leg, her right leg swinging parallel to the ground and thrusting out at the knee, catching Buchos in the groin with a roundhouse kick. He flew back against the side of the car and doubled over, groaning, his hands between his thighs.

Cammy ejected the Colt's magazine, walked up to where the sea was and tossed it into the salty water, then shoved the gun down into her jeans. She then rushed over to Buchos and took his pistol from his holster. It's clip joined the one that was already in the sea.

Cammy knelt down over Miguel and patted the bottom of his trouser legs.

"Nothing to say there, gringo?" she said.

Miguel glared and shook his head.

"Okay," Cammy told him, stepping back. "Here's how it goes. We all go away from each other, me with my bag and my walk, you without your guns. You forget about this thing, maybe I don't report the little attempted rape you and Buchos here tried to give me to your captain. You really behave yourselves, maybe I won't tell the papers or TV stations how I kicked both your arses and disarmed you barehanded. In two seconds flat."

Miguel continued glaring at her in bateful silence for another moment, then slowly nodded.

"Good," Cammy said, "Stay right where you are until I'm gone. The ground probably needs thawing anyway."

Miguel snorted as Cammy walked away, then called out to her. "How am I supposed to explain losing my gun?"

Cammy shrugged.

"Your problem." she said as she disappeared from their sights.

Guile sat down as he waited for news of Cammy's arrival in Brazil. He span a pen around in his finger as he waited.

He had been a good friend to the English girl. Not as good as Chun Li, of course, but for the past few years, he had helped her get to grips with combat assignments and stuff. It was all part of her training to becoming an agent for MI6 and to be actively involved in the fight against Shadowloo.

He smiled. He was glad that as well as being able to help create the J.I.A (Joint Investigative Alliance) pact with Interpol, he had made the deal between MI6 and the USAF as well. It was important for England to be involved in the fight, since they were such a good ground for a multi-national counter terrorist team, of which Cammy was a part of. He began to think about the report, the reasons why such a deal would be advantageous……

? First, the U.K. currently owns and operates the Special Air Service, the world's foremost-that is most experienced-special-operations agency.

? Second, London is the world's most accessible city in terms of commercial air travel-in addition to which the SAS has a very cordial relationship with British Airways.

? Third, the legal environment is particularly advantageous, due to press restrictions possible under British law but not American.

? Finally, The long-standing "special relationship" between American and British governmental agencies.

He sold it, Guile told himself with a wispy smile. The deal was set, and Britain joined the fight in a more influential role. Of course, it had always been Cammy who had been the most important figure behind the British forces' fight, due to her experiences with Shadowloo. The other agents and forces chipped in whenever it was possible, but it had always been Cammy that was the first choice.

Like Guile had said before, she turned out to be a regular little James Bond. Only female.

A Lieutenant walked into the room. "Sir, White Knight has entered Brazil with no problems encountered. She'll be starting the mission tomorrow morning."

"Good. Keep me informed."

"Yes sir."

The Lieutenant left, leaving Guile alone with his thoughts.

Good luck, Cammy……