**Several hours later, Ibuki’s cell, depths of Vibora’s mansion, Barcelona, Spain **

Ibuki is sitting in a meditation sitting position, her eyes shut and breathing slow and repetitive, the silent exhales barely audible as she relaxes her body, her body emits a gentle bluish hue, which gentle licks across her skin, a gentle warmth swirling through her as she soothes her wounds.

She was biding her time, she knew Vibora would send someone to feed her soon enough, and when he would enter the cell, she would have her chance. She opens her eyes to two small slits and peers sideways at the door as she senses a Ki concentration approach the cell.

Ibuki keeps quickly moves to get up and moves to sit upon her bed, bringing her legs to her chest; she hugs her legs and cradles her face against her lap, changing her façade to a tired and anxious one, as she hears someone fiddling with a lock no doubt.

An even better idea passes through Ibuki as she grins lightly before leaning down, lying down, and shutting her eyes, wearing a sick looking and exhausted façade. She cradles her head in her arms, as a pillow is not available and listens as she hears the door being pushed open and footsteps entering.

“Hey, Hey Wench, get up! It’s about time ya ate something, wouldn’t want you to be too weak when the Japs come to take ya away…” a voice says. Ibuki holds back the urge to quirk a curious eyebrow ”The “Japs” come to take me away? I believe someone I crossed in Japan is the reason I still live…so many there were, but who exactly, I wonder…” She thinks and then pushes the thought back and moans weakly and makes her eyes flutter slightly.

“Whe…Where am I?” Ibuki asks weakly and opens her eyes very slowly, shivering as if having difficulty to move, her eyes locking upon a young Latino decent leveling a gun at her with his right hand and holding a tray full of food in his left.

“Doesn’t matter, on ya feet b*tch!” he says and motions with his gun, his eyes not being able but to skim over her nearly naked body for a second before his façade resumes it’s angry glare.

“I’m…too weak…I can’t move sir…” she says in a faint whisper, faking failed attempts to get up, looking at him with helpless and tired eyes, a false plea being spoken through her brown eyes.

The man cocks the pistol and sneers, getting closer slowly and cautiously, he kicks the plate toward her, half the food spilling off the blade as it spins toward her, “Here ya go you filthy lil’ nip b*tch, you can eat it off the floor like the dog you are” he says and chuckles lightly.

Ibuki leans over the bed and grabs the plate. “Thank you” she says quietly, an odd smile creeping to her lips as she grabs the silver plate from off the tray, and lifts it to her as if preparing to eat what’s left on it.

The man sneers and lowers his readiness slightly, as Ibuki turns slightly sideways, as if to hide her shame and conveys a very weak posture, barely being able to hold the tray or lift the food, shivering from time to time. 10-15 seconds of eating the food later Ibuki’s grip on the edge of the plate tighten slightly. Then her gaze wanders off the plate and on to the man in the room.

“Well, now that you’ve eaten, we can get to the man dish, my desert that is, strip b*tch girl” he says and motions with his gun at her clothes, a quite obvious hungry look mirroring his thoughts which all go straight to the gutter with their content.

** Meanwhile, Outside Vibora’s estate, Barcelona **

Shadows cover the lands like a blanket, darkness shielding mortal man in it’s blackness, visibility at an all time zero, the moon being concealed by black clouds, the atmosphere perfect, perfect for a good hunt.

And six figures slink by the shadows, treading stealthily through them, their movements unnoticeable for the untrained eye, their prowess in the art of stealth obviously high.

Unseen they walk, unheard they sneak, unnoticed they infiltrate, these black garbed men and women, closing in on the estate, neutralizing the traps silently as they approach, how they know their location is unknown, but it’s quite possible they had been spying on Ibuki herself a day or two earlier and thus knew the locations.

One of them raises a hand on the figures halt instantaneously, he is distinguished from the others by the shape of his mask, the slits in the cloth for his eyes V- shaped while the others contain a single oval cut. All of the other figures abide the silent command with frightening unison.

He then points to his eye and up to the balcony above him, and then signals a one with his fingers. Finally he points to one of them and gestures a slit throat motion with his finger. One of the black garbed figures nods and looks around before very carefully gliding across the grass in an inaudible pacing, keeping her eyes on her target and keeping out of his view.

Up above the guard on the ledge above is smoking a cigarette and idly humming a tune as he looks up at the stars. “Well another dull day of guard duty…why the hell does she need guards anyway, she can kick our collective a**es in a breeze, heh, well least the pay’s good and the hours are comfortable…” the guard muses to himself and sits up and removes the cigarette from his mouth in order to puff a ring of smoke.

He taps on the edge of his cigarette, releasing a few fragments of the burnt out Tobacco before inhaling the nicotine excessive smoke. “Heh, I wonder what she’s gonna do with that Nip Chick, She’s a hottie that one, I hope she lets us have some extra circulate activity before she kills her, it’d be a refreshing change in this boring job…” he utters under his breath and puts the cigarette back into his mouth.

He is oblivious to figure stealthily creeping up the beams, moving in such silence her movements are covered by the gentle breeze of the evening air. The figure slithers through the shadows and walks over to him.

The man takes a whiff of his smoke, and that’s the last thing he’ll ever do as two hands latch around the sides of his head and twist it sideways in one fluid motion, a sickening crack being emitted into the night air, and a gentle thud as he falls lifeless to the ground.

The figure motions a thumbs up after leaning across the balcony lightly and the leading figure, nods and waves its hand forward in a “let’s move” gesture. The figures nod and regroup, following the lead figure as it approaches the door.

The figure on the balcony leaps and lands lightly on the balls of its feet, joining it’s counterparts at the entrance. The lead figure motions two fingers and points left, then another two and points to its right, finally it points at the figure that had only recently joined it and points at itself.

The entire group of other figures nod in unison and spread to their respective jobs. The leader it seems gently leans against the door and pushes it gently, the door opening silently as it peers through the small slit in the door.

** Back in Ibuki’s cell **

Ibuki, eyes him from the corner of her eye and snarls lightly “Never…” she mutters, holding back the urge to hiss it and pound him, she remains in control, knowing he still has the advantage with him holding a firearm leveled at her.

He chuckles, “You can either strip now, or I’ll knock you out and do it m’self, it’d be a shame to waste a body like that, you should have the taste of a real man once, before those Yaks erase ya…” He says and sneers evilly “Now strip” he says forcefully.

”And here I was thinking to show mercy to this little piece of crap, well I could still let him live…should I? Is he worth it? Can I truly judge him? Who am I after all?” she wonders and lingers.

He fires his gun and a bullet imbeds itself a few inches above her, smoke fuming out of the gun’s barrel, cutting Ibuki’s line of thought and making her have little choice to either comply or be forced.

“No…” she utters silently, a defiant look in her eye, the man laughs lightly and lowers the gun slightly before eyeing her like nothing less than meat.

“You think we didn’t already see you naked girlie, Vibora already let us take a look of the merchandise, and quite fine piece of work you are…now don’t be shy, it’ll be your only time before you die, ne? Why die a virgin” he says and chuckles darkly.

Ibuki’s cheeks turn red and her breathing catches and she feels as if a blade is being rammed through her gut and being twisted. Nauseating waves engulfing her, dizziness overcoming her as the enormity of his statement hits her with all the force of a tidal wave upon the shore.

Her eyes narrow and fire blazes in them as she turns from him, as if shy “Give me a moment…” she utters in a bitter and fake shy tone. ”You…you bastards…invading my privacy and who knows what more…that’s it…no mercy for you pig man,” She thinks and grits her teeth lightly.

She glances at him hatefully from the corner of her eyes and calculates the distance and gently lifts and lowers the plate, testing its weight and shape; she suddenly turns toward him while tossing the plate like a discus. It rams into his upper body, ramming into his diaphragm.

Her chokes and instinctively reaches for his neck, finding it impossible to breathe as he shakily levels the gun at Ibuki, wanting to take this insolent b*tch out for hurting him so.

However Ibuki had anticipated this turn of action and soon after unleashing the plate projectile she launches herself off the bed and swings her foot in a horizontal arc, ramming into his hand and sending the gun flying out of his hands.

The man chokes out, becoming dizzy and weak, his footing becomes unstable and he eyes Ibuki with both rage and contempt as he makes one last desperate lunge, the very last flickers of life crackling and fading out of him as he attempts to tackle her.

Ibuki after landing from her kick, simply sidesteps while outstretching her foot sweep his feet from under him, sending him crashing down onto the bed’s metal skeleton, head first, her growls and holds his nose, pain pumping through it and blood pouring slightly down his nostrils.

Ibuki initiates a hammer blow, hitting the back of his neck and knocking him out, his head hitting the bed’s metallic part once more, he then slumps limply to the ground, quite unconscious. She crouches by him and checks him for communication devices and upon finding none stands up.

Ibuki then carefully rushes to the door, her footsteps silent and quick as she leans against the wall next to the door and peeks into the hallway outside very carefully, upon being satisfied with it being empty, she proceeds to exit into the hallway, shutting and thus locking the unconscious man inside and turns to leave and search for both her missing gear and the Venom blade part.

** Meanwhile Balcony on second floor of the estate **

Vibora stands, her hands cross, her blue eyes fixed upon the moon above. Her clothing is minimal, after a short sexual encounter with the Yakuza lord that ensured she received her bonus payment; she was now the new owner of some 200 thousand dollars. ” Man I’m glad god created me a woman, it may be a man’s world, but woman will always have their way with men, and that’s a fact…” Vibora thinks and smirks lightly.

She brushes her hair back and smiles lightly, ”When that idiot wakes up, he’ll get that idiot ninja out of my way, my payment has been transferred and I just burned a few hours in an interesting manner, can life get any better than this?” She thinks and laughs lightly and stretches.

She fails to notice a figure stealthily approaching from the roof, creeping toward the edge of it while taking out a Kunai dagger. Vibora freezes as she picks up the very subtle friction of metal against wood, years of training and experience teaching her to look out for some particular sounds that signal danger, this one being only one of the many on her list of “be wary when you hear this” list.

Vibora quickly leaps sideways and stops herself with her hands as she hits the railing of the veranda balcony. A Kunai dagger imbedding itself in the place she previously stood in. Her eyes narrow as she gazes at the weapon, finding it all too familiar.

” Shinobi…” She thinks and looks up, catching a flash of moonlight against metal and grinning lightly as her assailant has revealed himself. She turns and place one foot on the railing before turning and kicking off it at the last possible second another blade missing her as she launches herself into the air.

She lands on the roof and then plants her hands on the edge of the roof and pulls herself onto it, facing her foe and glaring at the insolent foolish person who’d dare invade her adobe. She licks her lower lip and prepares to pounce onto the Ninja before she hears another figure and quickly turns to defend from any upcoming attack.

It isn’t late to come, and soon after one of the figures graces her with a jarring kick to her gut followed by an inner crescent roundhouse kick to her left cheek. The blow’s speed and momentum send Alexis slightly reeling and off balance and she quickly scurries to rebalance herself.

Vibora turns growls lightly, licking her lower lip, her eyes flickering with discontent and her muscles tensing slightly. These ninjas were better than her average prey, but they wouldn’t get the upper hand, they had lost their element of surprise and now it was her turn, if you don’t kill a viper you’re likely to get bitten.

She eyes the three, her blue eyes narrowing and catching a cold fire, the skill and prowess of the assassin being mirrored by her calm. Vibora inhales softly as she steps forward cautiously. The moment she’s in range one of the Shinobi kicks at her face.

Vibora grins lightly and lifts her forearms and accommodates his kick, she grabs his leg and lifts her knee, ramming it in the groin area, hearing the choked grunt of her that bends forward involuntarily she allows herself a feral grin as she quickly drops the leg and lifts her right foot with almost blurry speed, bringing it lashing upward in a vertical kick which collides with the ninja’s forehead with deadly precision.

Her heel collides against bone and beings the Shinobi off his feet. He defies gravity for only a split second before he crashes against the roof’s tiles with an audible thud and quite a bit of force. The Shinobi exhales and rises to his feet, his eyes glaring at the Spanish assassin.

Her whole attack had only entailed in several quick seconds of effort and she had already picked up the movements of another, one which attempts to enter the blind side of her view and quickly moves to react.

She steps back while swinging her upper body back, dodging a swipe of a Ninja to blade held by a female ninja by the looks of it, the short and light metallic weapon whistling near her dangerously, as the ninja’s hand returns to her waist Vibora retaliates viciously.

** 5 minutes earlier, Inside the Mansion, **

Ibuki treads through the mansion silently, a little miffed at being forced to do so in her undergarments. Her brown eyes dart back and forth through the shadowy corridors, her senses sharp and at the ready to warn her of any type of danger she might encounter.

She finds the corridors to be oddly empty; she had expected more guards than this. Her eyes narrow in suspicion, this was frustrating, she needed someone to question so she could find out where Vibora had taken her gear and where she hid the Venom blade part.

She suddenly hears a frightened whimper coming from an adjacent room and turns toward it. She quickly approaches the door and leans on the wall near it, pushing the door open slowly and hears a gasp “NO! Don’t kill me! PLEASE! I’m just a middle man! I didn’t touch the Ninja girl! I swear!” It wails in a frightened manner.

Ibuki’s eyes flicker with confusion, before a grin creeps to her lips as her eyes flare up with relief and specks of joy, finally, things were going her way. She then kicks the door open and steps into the room, her eyes narrowed, a menacing glare invoked by them as she eyes the figure of a man, huddled in the corner of the room.

She feels disgusted at the sight, but reminds herself this is going to play in her favor and pushes the thoughts aside “So you work for the b*tch…excellent…since she isn’t here I might as well kill you…” she hisses a silent threat entering the room and cracking her fists.

“NO! Please! I’ll do anything you want! I swear! Just don’t kill me…” He says and tries to crawl back, but is blocked by the wall, his eyes full of pure terror and horror and it’s most likely he’s wishing he could just melt into the wall right about now.

“I find your eagerness to switch sides so easily quite suspicious, I might just kill you to make sure you don’t double-cross me” She says enters a offensive stance as she treads closer to him slowly. In reaction her moves to his knees and grovels before her in a pathetic manner.

“Please…Please…I’ll tell you anything you want! I’ll tell you where the Chip is! I know where it is! I swear! Just please don’t kill me!” he says and bows his head, not able to look, thinking his fate has finally come to an end.

Ibuki sneers at him and slaps him on the back of the head “Get up you measly lil maggot, I won’t kill you…” She says calmly.

“You won’t?” he asks, his eyes lighting up with hope.

“If you’re information is worthwhile…that is” she adds and grins lightly in a slightly menacing manner. She needed to keep this man under the paralyzing effect of fear to ensure he doesn’t lie, she wasn’t exactly liking acting like a cold hearted b*tch, but sometimes it can’t be helped and you have to act like a villain to get what you want.

He looks up at her and nods repeatedly “Ok, ok, ok, It’s in her chambers, second floor, first door on the right, the chip’s hidden in a chocolate box, in a golden wrapper, I know cause I suggested she did that…” he says to try and emphasize his not lying.

Ibuki looks intrigued and nods “And my gear and Katana…?” she asks coldly.

The man gulps and wipes his forehead “In the same room, in it’s on her desk, she hadn’t put it in her collection yet, I swear! Can I go now?” he asks.

Ibuki nods and he smiles in relief, getting up and approaching the door. Ibuki then kicks him and makes him crash into the door, she feels pity for the cowardly man, and isn’t exactly proud of knocking him out, but she couldn’t risk him letting anyone know where she was heading for.

She then leaves the room and looks at the staircase with a relieved smile and approaches it. At last she had managed to find where the chip is, now she would regain her gear and thus her status and honor and get the blasted chipset Xavier wanted so,

** Meanwhile, Back on the rooftop **

She steps forward and head butts the ninja hard, the ninja’s head snaps back and Vibora grabs her right wrist. She kicks back and rams her foot into the previous ninja’s abdomen and sends him grunting as he reels back slightly.

She then twists the female ninja’s wrist in such and angle which forces her due to pain to let go of the weapon, the ninja’s body being pulled with Vibora’s motion. She then grabs the hilt of the ninja to and spins around in the opposite direction bringing herself behind the female ninja and wrapping her arm around her face.

Vibora then pulls the female ninja to her and brings the blade across the ninja’s neck, the sharp blade throat easily, skin and tendons being sliced upon, crimson pouring down and an gurgled choke of the dying woman ensue as Vibora pushes the victim forward before she kicks the dying female in the lower back and sends her toward her male counterpart.

Vibora then waits till the male Shinobi involuntarily grabs the female before leveling the blade and tossing it toward him. The blade approaches, screeching toward him and hitting its target perfectly, the blade’s blade piercing through his skull, the momentum allowing the steel to easily vanquish the bone as it procures from his forehead and bathes his face with blood and more.

Then both bodies collapse lifeless to the ground and Vibora’s eyes flicker with amusement and excitement, adrenaline pumping through her and invigorating her. She turns to the last Shinobi and dodges a kick by ducking under it, then she back flips back and lands on her hands before pushing herself back to her feet with commendable skill.

The last, Male ninja looks at his dead counterparts and by the look in his eyes, rage fills him, Vibora allows herself a mocking façade as she faces the “Tsk, tsk, tsk, I must say you disappoint me ninjas, I expected more of your kindred than this pathetic assassination attempt.” Vibora says in a sweet silent tone, winking at the lone ninja.

He then unsheathes two ninja tos and levels them one at his waist and one near his neck in a weapon based stance and prepares to attack. Vibora eyes his stance and notices several flukes in what would otherwise be a perfect stance, meaning this ninja is not that high ranking or training in the Shinobi arts.

He suddenly chokes and his eyes widen as he looks down and sees a blade procuring out of his chest as his legs buckle under him and he collapses under him, his eyes shutting tightly and an inaudible scream, choked down by blood which fills his lungs is heard, the sickening symphony of death quite nauseating.

Vibora looks impressed as she sees the Yakuza lord holding a long; blood stained Ninja to, obviously having killed one himself. “I’m impressed; I hadn’t figured you’d be able to tangle with a ninja” Vibora comments.

“I am a black belt in Jujitsu Vibora, I was able to handle it,” he says, and by the bleeding wounds and slashes against him, he didn’t find it easy, his breathing irate and his stance slightly unbalanced. “I see you have been able to humiliate these pi…” he begins before his words are silenced as a blade suddenly procures out of his mouth and blade pierces his spinal cord and his body collapses as he spasms in dying convulses.

Vibora looks around for her foe but is unable to detect him or see him and feels a pit of fear in the bowels of her stomach, her gut instinct telling her this wasn’t good, wasn’t good at all. She catches a flicker of metal and tries to dodge.

She gasps in pain and grits her teeth, as a blade pierces her shoulder another soon following its predecessor and piercing her leg, shredding the tendons and causing her leg to buckle. She falls onto her front side and grits her teeth, to choke down agonized screaming, looking at the hilts of the Kunai blades which now wound her body.

She then looks up and sees two brown eyes, revealed by a V-Shaped mask, that’s the last thing Vibora sees before a blow explodes at her temple and her head is forced against the rooftop’s tiles and she slinks back into darkness.

The Ninja then peers over the balcony and sees a figure in a special black uniform creeping out of the mansion, He recognizes Ibuki and remembers a special order he received from Geki in case she managed to free herself.

He takes out a long cane of bamboo and a dart full of a sedative and puts it on one of the edges, then he brings the other edge to his mouth and blows through the cane. The dart flies toward Ibuki and hits home. He sees Ibuki below looks around and brings a hand to where the dart had hit her leg, She then stops and shakes her head before trying to walk, dragging her feet as she rocks back and forth almost drunkenly before collapsing.

Another Ninja approaches him, the last survivor but him; a female black garbed Shinobi ninja. “Clear the bodies from here back to the van,” The Leader Shinobi says quietly.

She nods and bows “And the Assassin? Should I kill her, clan code demands…” she begins, peering hatefully at the unconscious, bleeding assassin.

The Male ninja lifts a hand in a gesture meant to silence her and she complies immediately “Master Geki ordered she be spared, it is not our place to disobey his command, leave her be, as much as we feel it is just if he feels we should avenge our clan mates, we will be told so for sure.” He says.

The Female ninja nods and melts into the shadows; the male ninja leaps down to the Balcony and peers down at Ibuki, the female ninja lying limp on the grass. “So much trouble for one little ninja, Is this child truly worth the lives of 4 of our clan members, what is it about you which makes Geki go out of his way to save you at every turn, It is unfair…but orders are orders…” he thinks and sighs as he heads out to go and collect the unconscious Shinobi and carry her to the van.

** Meanwhile, Mi6 covert operations Base, rural area, Cornwall, Great Brittan **

Cammy, Chunli and Guile are sitting in the recreation room and drinking some coffee, they had been sitting and debating possible routes of action to deal with the enigma of Jason, if they dissected him and dismantled him into primal parts, they might lose all the knowledge he contains in that morbid mind of his, information which might give them clues of invaluable worth.

“I say we give that monster to the boys upstairs to figure out how that SOB ticks and then rip the information right out of him. I don’t like the fact we’re keeping him in our most secret sanctums alive, he’s a ticking bomb, who knows if he’s really so helpless or just biding his time” Chunli says before taking a sip of beverage.

“I disagree Chun, whoever created that Motherf**king tin man knew what he was doing, and there’s no way he’d leave such an opening for us, there is probably a self destruct mechanism, or hell he might erase his memory banks, we gotta make him double cross his creator somehow, the question is ladies, how?” Guile says, his eyes glancing momentarily on both women.

“Beats the h*ll outta me William, that thing, has a guts, and iron strong will, and his mechanical body makes him more durable than anything we’ve tried to crack open till this day” Cammy says and sighs in frustration.

Guile eyes her and blinks “That’s it! He’s got a personality! Haha! I know how to crack him open!” Guile says and grins and hits the table with his hand, toppling over all the coffee.

Chunli quirks a curious brow “Care to share this secret with us?” she asks with a small curious look and a cautious smile.

Cammy has a quite similar façade and crosses her arms “By all means do so please luv, I’m dying here outta curiosity” Cammy pipes in.

Guile grins “Psionics…we need a psychic, those people can delve anything outta anyone,” Guile says before an alarm begins buzzing and red lights begin flashing on and off. “That isn’t good, is it?” Guile asks while looking around.

Armed men pass by them with automatic rifles “Attention all personnel, attention all personnel, Base is under attack, I repeat base is under attack, take retaliatory measures, I repeat defend the base at all costs” A voice booms over a speaker.

“Who in their sane mind would invade a base like this?” Guile asks incredulously, quite shocked at the prospect of the idea.

“Who the in god’s name found out about the base is what I want to know” Cammy says with narrowed eyes, sighing, she didn’t like this, not one bit.

“Forget about that, let’s get a weapon and do something about it” Chunli says seriously and cuts their little chitchat short. “Guile, you secure Jason, somehow I feel this is some kind of a diversion to bail that SOB outta here. Me and Cam will deal with whatever they’re throwing at us” Chunli says.

Guile nods “Fair enough, little lady, I’ll guard the package, see ya here once this is over” he says and salutes, running off toward the northern corridor.

Cammy turns to Chunli and looks worried “I’ve got a BAD feeling about this Chun, something’s not right about this,” She says, Chunli puts a hand on her shoulder and nudges toward the southern corridor.

“We don’t have much of a choice, let’s lock and load and deal with those hostiles before it’s too late” She says, Cammy sighs and nods and both rush off, stopping on the way to grab some firearms, mainly two ak-47 automatic rifles and rush toward the southern corridor.

** Meanwhile, Backstreets of Japan **

They’re cornered; they’re alone, in the den of the lion, danger surrounding them, death’s scythe looming over their heads, the sword of Damocles hovering above them ready to strike them down and cut their thread of fate.

They stand back to back, watching the shadows dance as the stealthy figures lurk within them, flickering of metal gleaming against weapons of death as they’re surrounded, eyes peering at them from the bowels of the darkness which plagues the streets.

Two figures stand back to back, one female, one male, both garbed in a black ninja uniform, both having a black dragon tattooed on the right side of their head.

“Looks like they got us this time, eh bro?” A female voice whispers in Japanese. The male looks around and nods “It would seem they have cornered us this time…” he muses in a silent tone.

The Female and male siblings lock eyes and the female winks “Let’s kick ass” she whispers almost inaudibly, her grins under his make and nods.

Then the male, also known by the name of Hwang quickly ducks and allows the his sister to plant her hands on his back and launch herself into the air, she brings herself upward and in manipulates her airborne body to somersault forward and bring her foot swinging downward.

A ninja which had only second earlier been concealed in the shadows is surprised by the sudden movement and lifts his arms to defend himself only to fall victim to a vicious kick to the abdomen. The ninja backs away and feels two hands clasp around his shoulders.

He then lifts his left hand, holding a Kunai and swipes with it in an upward slash, making the female ninja, also known as Mei, gasp in pain as it slices through her the cloth of her upper ninja garment and leaves a line of crimson across her upper torso, he then hits her with a side kick and hits the female ninja, due to the blow to her abdomen forced to reel backward.

The ninja that prepares to throw his Kunai at Mei however suffers a much worse and as he lands two hands grab the sides of his head and twist his head sideways with great force and speed, his neck snapping and his body falling to the ground, lying limply.

Hwang chuckles and shakes his head before he sees a flash of metal glimmer at the corner of his eye and steps sideways but is unable to dodge or avoid a Kunai dagger which grazes his lower left ribcage. He grits his teeth and sidesteps, dodging a ninja to which almost decapitates him.

He then flips backwards and moves to unsheathe his own Ninja to but to his misfortune his blade is kicked out of his hand by another ninja and that same foe also kicks his face and steps forward while holding a Kunai blade, ready to put an end to his life.

Mei sees her brother's distress and manages to shake the ninja attacking her by leaping and kicking the back of his head, she then reaches for her waist and takes a Shuriken ninja star and tosses it at the ninja that is about to feed her brother with a Kunai.

The metallic weapon whistles through the air and sinks deeply into the upper torso of the assaulting ninja, cutting through flesh and bone alike due to it's sharp edges and immense speed and momentum. The Ninja writhes in agony and drops his Kunai as he falls to the ground while holding his wound.

Mei! Look out! Duck!" Hwang shouts and grabs the Kunai off the lifeless Ninja before tossing it toward Mei, she ducks, both avoiding her emanate death at the hand of a katana which whistles over her head. The attacking ninja receives a quite surprising steel transplant as the blade pierces right through the upper body, now stuck in his body as he grunts and gurgles blood before collapsing to the ground.

Mei grins under her mask "Thanks bro, Head's up!" she says as two ninjas pelt them with Kunai daggers. Both ninjas perform flip flops backwards, with a feat of great acrobatics dodging the rain of steel death and landing in adjacency near one another.

Then both take out three Shurikens and begin retaliating, the stars of jaggedly melded steel projectiles flying toward the attackers, they hear clangs of metal and derive from these sounds that they had missed horribly and curse "Spread out!" Mei says and both leaps sideways as several Kunai hit the wall where they previously stood close to one another.

The two stop and look toward three foes surrounding them. They once more stand back to back as the Katana wielding ninjas close in on them slowly. “Sis…I’m tired of your reckless attitude! Look what it’s gotten us into!” Hwang says and eyes her from the corner of his eye angrily.

“F**k you Hwang, It’s not my fault you’re a bloody sissy!” Mei says and then both turn and take a step back and then unsheathe their blades and bring them colliding one against the other, the Ninja closing on them pause and watch the spectacle in confusion.

Both of them growl angrily as Chi begins pulsing through their eyes and up their hands, ripples of blue energy begin to coil around their blades and both of them shake slightly under the strain of the life force, the energy humming through the metal blades, the weapons vibrating and a soft hue surrounding both man/woman and blade.

Then both ninja pull their blades back and use their free hand to grab their counterpart’s hand and shout “Shadow Dragon eclipse!” and begin spinning around while outstretching their blades, they begin spinning around in break neck speed their chi pulsing and suddenly forming a ring of energy around them that suddenly ignites and erupts as it shatters and sends blade of ki spreading around them and successfully destroying their foes.

Then both sibling fall to their knees, the technique quite draining, both looking at one another and laughing “Works every time…” Mei says. Hwang nods and puts a hand on her shoulder.

“C’mon, we got a source to find and a cousin to kill…” he says and winks. She nods and both get up and head off, to seek the key to finding Ibuki, one which is not Shinobi oriented and thus available without peril.

** Meanwhile, Cornwall based Mi6 complex, England **

Guile runs through the corridors and winces when he hears explosions and gunfire echoing through the steel corridors. “What in Christ’s name is going on?!” he growls in frustration, he wanted a piece of the action but knew Jason had to be secured as well.

He walks over to his cell door and fiddles with the electronic lock and sighs as he unlocks the door and pulls the door open “Rise and shine sleeping beauty, time for you to move” Guile says as he steps inside.

Jason is sitting on his bed and looking at the door, his face ashen and impassive, dark red eyes glaring at him, as Jason sits with his hands behind his back “Are you taking me to the amusement park?” he asks mockingly.

“I’ll give you a joy ride when I kick your f**king tin foil a** across the bloody room, not get your d*mn a** in gear!” Guile says and points at him.

Jason quirks a brow and chuckles mockingly. “Why don’t you Make me Mr. G.I. Joe wannabe” Jason says and sneers at Guile.

Guile growls and stalks toward him, while pulling his fist back and clocking him with a powerful punch. Jason’s head snaps sideways and Guile grits his teeth lightly, the punch was more painful than most, as the durable synthetic skin is quite durable.

Jason chuckles “That punch was good soldier boy, but lemme share something with you” Jason says and suddenly a snapping of metal is head as Jason breaks his cuffs and brings his hand swinging forward into Guile’s groin with the power of a sledgehammer.

Guile’s eyes widen and he instinctively brings his hands to cover his damaged family jewels and stands shakily, pain filling him as he bends over and coughs and pants. Jason then laughs and stands up and brings his foot swinging sideways, the heel ramming into Guile’s knee in the spot of the junction between both bones and breaking the kneecap.

Guile gasps in pain and collapses onto the floor, Jason chuckles evilly and kicks him, the kick so powerful he’s sent rolling several times, coughing and curling into a ball, and convulsing in the pain. Jason then looms over him before lifting him up by the neck.

“You thought you were so strong, with me bound in cuffs and you so high and mighty with your little fists of flesh and bone, well newsflash buddy boy, the next time you’ll be seeing your lady friends and boasting of your power will be the day you meet them in HELL!” he says sneers in his face.

Guile pants and spits in his face and coughs lightly “F**k you, you fake tin man on drugs…I might die here…but your day will come a**hole, you’ll see…” he says.

Jason smiles sweetly and pinches his cheek “Oh you’re so cute! So resilient and brave, I’ll just make sure to kill your little family too, oh btw, You’re right about one thing, you are dying,” he says and snaps his neck, watching the look of horror plastered on Guile’s face as he mentions his family and then grins in glee as the expression is left on the corpse’s face as he drops him.

He then walks out the door and meets a guard, he hears him running toward him and wait, lashing his hand out at the right time, clothes lining him, his neck snapping from the force of the momentum. Jason clicks his tongue and shakes his head “pathetic” he says and grabs his Ak-47.

“Payback’s a b*tch you lil fools, I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!” Jason says and laughs maniacally as he runs toward the southern exit.

Meanwhile Chunli is leaning against a wall and grimacing as the machine gun fire passes by the corridor “Maaaaaaan, those things are accurate; I can’t bloody get in fire in!” Chunli says to Cammy who’s leaning against another way before the junctions of corridors.

“Don’t let those b*tches fire even once!” a normal voice shouts as the Cyborgs are perched behind some crates that were being moved to the storage area, the moving crew long since dead by now.

“I’ve noticed Chun, these things are bloody inhuman!” Cammy says and tries to sneak in some fire and growls as she barely has her hand shot off. “By God’s holy name, I need a bloody grenade!” Cammy says.

“I’d ask you to cover for me, but that doesn’t seem to help…” Cammy says and rolls her eyes. “I got an idea Chun, one the count of three, I want ya to leap and fire at them, that’ll give me time to retreat and get to the grenades on some of the rookies.” Cammy says.

Chunli gulps “Are you freaking nuts! That’s suicidal!” Chunli says urgently and looks at her with an incredulous and shocked look.

“You got a better idea!” Cammy says in defense. Chunli snarls angrily and prepares to initiate Cammy’s plan before she hears a crazy laughter behind her and blinks and looks back “holy crap! He’s free and with a weapon!” Chunli says and turns and leaps toward Cammy, narrowly dodging death and tackling her to the ground.

Jason laughs and shakes his head, He walks into the corridor and the Cyborgs don’t open fire “Cover fire!” he commands and immediately rounds of fire ensure. Chunli and Cammy curse as they get up.

“Wait a second…if he’s free...” Chunli says as the fire that had only previously rocked the whole complex ceases suddenly and only running footsteps are heard.

“GUILE!” both woman say in alarm and ignore the fleeing Shadowlaw commander and Cyborgs ad they head to the prison cell.

Meanwhile Jason laughs “Good timing Reeve, and good job on these pathetic wretches, I must say for once, you impressed me,” Jason says and chuckles light heartedly.

Reeve nods slightly “It’s nothing, the master ordered, I obeyed” he says, he disliked the mechanical murder machine ever so much, but he never would let it be known.

Jason shrugs as they enter the van given by the IRA and drive off “Haha, X I love you sometimes, you probably knew this would happen, thank you! THANK YOU! I just LOVED killing that gutless pig!” he sends X his thought and laughs as the van drives off into the night.