The Silence Ch. 3
By Sean O'Grady

M.Bison's cell is well beyond the others. The

front of the cell was covered by a one-inch thick bullet-proof glass. Chun-li saw a table bolted to the ground, filled with soft covered books and paper.

M.Bison himself reclined on his bunk, reading the Italian edition of Vogue. He held the loose pages with his left hand, his right hand rested comfortable behind his head. Chun-li stopped a little distance from the glass, about the length of a foyer.

"M.Bison." Hre voice was a bit shakely, but sounded alright to her. Bison looked up from his reading.

"My name is Chun-li Xiang. May I speak with you?"

Bison placed down his magazine and got up and walked up to her. He stopped close to the glass.

She could see that he was tall, 6'2', she was only 5'8'. Black hair in the shape of a buzz, strong built. She looked at his eyes and saw no pupils. Strange how he could see.

"Your one of Jack Manson's are you?"

"Yes, I am."

"Sit please."

She sat on the chair Barney set out for her.

"Now then," he said."Tell me, what did Miggs say to you? Multiple Miggs in the next cell, he hissed at you. What did he say.?"

"He said 'I can smell your cunt'."

"I see, I myself can not."

He sniffed the air that came through the holes in the glass.

"You use Evyan skin cream, and sometimes you wear

L'Air du Temps, but not today."

Chun-li studied the far wall of his cell, seeing several well drawn secnes.

"You did all those drawings Bison?"

"Yes. That is the Duomo seen from the Belvedere. Do you know Florence?"

"All that detail just from memory sir?"

"Memory, Agent Xiang, is what I have instead of a view."

"Well, maybe you can lend us your view on this questionnaire-"

"No, no. That's stupid and wrong. Never use wit in a segue. You were doing fine. You'd been courteous and receptive to courtesy, you'd establish trust with the embarrassing truth about Miggs. And now this ham-handed segue into your questionnaire. It won't do."

"I'm only asking you to take a look at this Bison. Either you will or you won't."

"You send that through now." he said coldly.

Chun-li pulled the carrier out and put the questionnaire in and shoved it into his cell.

Bison walked over and picked it up, thumbing through it.

"Oh Agent Xiang, do you think you can dissect me with this blunt little tool?"

"No, I thought that your knowledge-"

"You're so ambitious are you. Do you know what you look like to me with your good bag and your cheap shoes, you look like a rube. A well-scrubbed, hustling rube, with a little taste. Good nutrition given you some length of the bone,

but you're not more than one generation from poor

Asian trash, are you Agent Xiang. What was your father dear, was he a rice picker. Did he stink of the lamp. Oh, you know how quickly the boys found you, all those tedious, sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars, while you could only

dream of getting out, getting anywhere, getting all the way to Interpol."

Chun-li raised her head to his."You see alot Bison, but you strong enough to point that high- powered perception at yourself? Look at yourself and write down what you see. Or maybe your afraid

to."

Bison dropped the questionnaire in the carrier and slammed it out.. He then walked right up to the glass,"A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans, and a nice

Amarone. You fly back work now, little Xiang."

He walked back to his bunk and lied down. Chun-li

didn't know what happened, but she felt empty inside about what Bison said to her. She got up and grabbed the questionnaire and left his cell.

As she walked back, she saw Miggs lying on his bunk, groanning," I bit my wrist, so I can dieeeeeeee. Look at the blood." He flicked something towards her face. She felt it hit her cheek and knew it was semen, not blood. She wiped it off and ran towards the gate as it opened, not wanting to see what the other prisoners might show her.