Back at the Osaka Interpol Office

Chun-Li sighed and looked at her watch to check the time. ‘Shoot, the meeting should’ve begun be now. Where are those two??!!’ She and the tall American, Guile were in a standard meeting room with a desk about two meters long that had a laptop and a projector that was hooked up to the laptop. No sooner did she say the words, two people burst in to the. The first on was a short Japanese man with red hair that seemed to hug his head. The other was a younger Japanese woman than the other. She had long chestnut hair that was in a ponytail. She was short also, but had reddish-brown eyes that seemed to hide more than what appeared to be embarrassment. “Finally!” she exclaimed. “ Sorry, I was late getting up.” Said the women. She sighed again and stood up bowing to the Japanese man and women. “My name is Chun-li Xiang, and you are?” Pleasure to meet Ms. Xiang,” began the male, “I am Izumi Koushiro, this is Hikari Kamiya.” He said gesturing his hand to the woman. Guile grunted and said “ I’m Major Guile. Now let’s start this @#&$^ meeting.” After glaring at Guile for seconds they all sat down and begun the meeting. Izumi was the elected head of the team, so he led the briefing. “Okay, first I will debrief on the three sergeants of Shadowloo. First is Balrog, an African-American boxer born in the Ghetto of New York City. He learned how to box on the street. After gaining fame on the street, he went to the ring and was the best bower for two years. “However, he was banned from the ring when he had beaten an opponent in to a coma. Then Shadowloo stepped in. They recruited him, and now use him as a recruiter in the U.S. “ Next is Vega, he is from Spain and their best assassin. He was born in to a noble Spanish family. Other than that, we know he is in love with him-self, loves the sight of blood, and thinks he is the most beautiful thing on the planet. “And then we have Sagat. He is a master of Muay Thai and is believed to be the second-in command. For two decades he was the champion of the Street Fighter Tournament, but was defeated by an unknown about a year ago. He was left with a large scar across his chest because of the fight that took place on an Australian plain. “He described the fighter to be about twenty, brown hair and eyes, about five-eight, and dressed in a white dogi tied with a black belt. The fighter wore a white head band and is believed to be Japa-.” “What does he have to do with Shadowloo?” barked a peeved Guile. “Just painting a picture for your minds.” Stated a calm Izumi. “Yes, but this isn’t a book, this is a briefing, so just finish it.” Stated the normal quiet Hikari. “All right,” said a somewhat offended Izumi. “Shortly after the loss, he joined Shadowloo in hopes of finding and defeating the only one to beat him. “Moving on, we now have some information on who is the leader of Shadowloo. We have a picture, provided by Major Guile.” Said Izumi, nodding towards the brush cut pilot. The photograph flashed across the project, similar to the others of the sergeants. “This….is M. Bison, the leader of Shadowloo.” The picture showed a man dresses in a red uniform with a cape behind it. The man was about six-foot and had unusually large chin (Sorry, had to have that). “Other than his name, we have no more information on this man.” Finished Izumi. The computer was turned off and the projector was shut off. “As you all know, Shadowloo sponsors the street fighting tournaments, so I have decided that is the best way to get to Bison.” Then Guile spoke up again, “Yeah, but how many of us know how to fight?” Izumi smiled and said, “I took two years of Tai Kon Do, Guile, you know how to kick and punch, Chum-Li is a master of the wushu style of Kung Fu, and Hikari, due to her dancing background, I believe can learn kung fu. “So, we will go and join different tournaments in pairs. Hikari and Chun-li, you two go to Japan. Guile and I will go to Europe. “We are to report to back every week, or when you get extremely important intel. Remember not to break your cover, dismissed. I expect us to be on this mission within a week.” He shouted after them.

Meanwhile, in Osaka

Ryu just stood there looking over his visitor that was dressed exactly like him. He looked to be about his age. He had blond hair and blue eyes, and was Japanese. His blond hair was long, but cut thin in a similar style to his. He was about five-ten and had a white headband tied around his head. The stranger spoke first after a minute of silence, bowing and speaking in perfect Japanese, “Greetings, forgive me for trespassing, but is sensei Gouken in?” Ryu stiffened at the mention of his dead sensei and thought ‘How does he know of sensei.’ He frowned and said, “He died four years ago, murdered.” The man frowned and bowed again. “I am sorry of your loss. Forgive me, but do you know of a place I can stay?” Ryu just smiled at the man and bowed in return. “Yes, you are allowed to stay here if you like.” The man looked like he was about to decline, but smiled in return and said, “Hiya, I will stay here then. I am Takura Takaishi.” “ I am Ryu.” They both smiled and walked into the dojo for dinner.

In Obadia

Taichi Kamiya unlocked the door and walked into the small little market he ran. It had been a year since he opened it and married his long time friend Sora Takenouchi. The market was doing surprisingly well. However, in the recent months, a gang had been causing trouble. It started when Taichi refused to let them take stuff for free and escalated when he broke the nose of the leader after he badmouthed his wife. The police kept the gang away for the most part, but Taichi was afraid that the gang might strike at night, or even worse, at his home. So Taichi had started taken karate classes in his spare time so he could protect his family. He still was clueless as ever, but was wise for his young age. It was about eight o’clock when the trouble began. He heard the familiar sound of dirt bikes and then he heard the brakes. Finally, in walked in the youth wearing their usual get up of black coats and shirts and baggy jeans. Taichi thanked his star that Sora was not there yet (She also worked there). Taichi sighed as counted who was there, no doubt to start trouble. “Hello, old man, are you read to give us a free discount, or do we wave to beat your @$$ down to the ground?” Spat the one on his right. He knew that they knew he would refuse as they dropped in to their stances. He doubted he could take them all on, but it was worth a shoot. He first lashed out a sidekick at the one that spoke and hit him in the head and the jumped in to the air kicked him in the chest. He watched, satisfied as his opponent fell to the ground. A mistake he regretted has he was hit in the back of the head by a club. He got up, dazed, only to be hit again. “He then heard a voice, “What the heck is going on??” Taichi looked up to see his old classmate and martial artist, Jackie Hung walk in. “None of your business.” Retorted one of the gang members. Jackie, seeing Taichi on the ground, decided to help. Grabbing a nearby broom, he used as a bow and hit the guy closest to him at the base of the neck, knocking him out cold. Not bothering to stop, he jumped across the room and hit the guy with the club with the heel of his shoe before he hit the ground twirling the broom over his head. As he landed he hit the guy next to him in the head with the broom, breaking the handle. Taichi, after regaining his senses, punched a guy in the gut, followed by a back fist to the head. Jackie was busy with three guys, betting them down with his fast kicks and punches. He punched one man in the side of the face followed by a knee to the gut. He then ducked under a punch and kicked out at the attackers legs, sweeping him off his feet. He then kicked the finally guy in the gut and then in the head. After scanning the battlefield with his dark brown eyes, he went over to help his large haired friend clean up (Or throwing the guys in to nearby dumpsters, which was Taichi’s idea). Saying good-bye to his old friend, Taichi went back to opening the store.