MI-6 Dossier 29754-3d. Classified.
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They told me that the island of Mriganka was impregnable. Shadoloo's main base, Mriganka made Gibraltar look like a lean-to. Hah, showed them. I was trained by the Komiter Gosudarstvennoi Bezopasnosti (KGB) when the USSR was at its height. I had the skills, I had the drive and I had the motivation. Interpol needed to know just exactly what happened in Shadoloo HQ and it was up to me to find out.

Oh yeah, I never introduced myself, Mikhail Yeltsin at your service. Don't worry kiddo, this is just an infiltration op. Get in quick and quiet, snap a few photos, download a few diskettes worth of data and we're outta here.

What? I don't sound Russian? Well duh! What good is training a secret agent if he's going to betray his country of origin every time he opens his mouth? Did you expect me to have this thick accent that screamed "Ruskie"? That's just in the movies. I'm a pro, kiddo and just watch how a pro goes to work.

Now Mriganka's not easy to get into. No land route and the skies are being watched with eagle eyes. Sea's got patrol boats and scuba divers under the waves. That's child's play. A nuclear sub gets us under the waves, a few friends to run interference and we're in. Careful you don't surface too quickly kiddo, the bends will get you every time.

Man I hate the jungle sometimes. Its hot, its humid and the natives aren't very friendly. But unlike James Bond, I don't go everywhere in a suit and with a martini. We can avoid the natives by being as unobtrusive as possible. Watch how I move, go along the grass rather than through it. You make less noise that way.

Alright, Shadoloo City. This installation makes Area 51 look like a low budget TV movie. Here comes one of the supply trucks. 1, 2, 3, jump! There kiddo, that wasn't so hard, was it? Just stay under the tarpaulin and breath shallowly. Ick, it looks like this truck was carrying fish. Bleah.

Hey, don't panic kiddo. I know that those guys unloading the fish can see us. It's just that they don't *see * us. It's a chi technique I picked up in Tibet. As far as they're concerned, we're not really *here*, they'll ignore us if we keep quiet. Wait till we get into a motor pool and we'll make our move.

It's been quiet for a while. Stick your head out and tell me what you see. Nothing kiddo? Time to get out of here. Man, people will smell us before they see us. Why fish? Gimme a boost kiddo. It's time to take the Secret Agent Highway, known to the common man as a ventilator shaft. Now let me tell you a secret about people kiddo. If they've got something to show off, they put it in a high tower. If they've got something to hide, they bury it deep underground. And that's where we're going. Straight down, basement two, secret labs and lingerie.

Yeesh, you guys just can't take a joke. Woah, look at that, some kind of bipedal alligator. Man it's something out of a Saturday horror movie. Hand me the camera will ya?

Hmm, lots of big computers and no guards. Guess the scientists must be on their lunch break. Hop to it kiddo, we gotta to get the stuff before they come back. Watch the door and signal when anyone approaches us down this corridor. The information's encrypted? Of course it is! Bison's as paranoid as they come. Just give me a moment for these magic fingers to hack into their system. I must say, those spiked bracelets of yours are actually rather kinky. It's a pity you don't wear them anymore.

Let's see, Project Prodigy, Project Ascension, Project Ouroboros....... Sheesh, these guys have utterly no imagination. Back to the ventilator shaft kiddo, it won't do to see that cute butt of yours riddled with bullets.

Hey kiddo, that wasn't a come-on. I know that you're a detective with Interpol. So am I. I'm just being me. Hey lookie, that girl is actually glowing. Holy Mother of God! Did you see that? She just melted a steel block! If Shadoloo's making agents like that, we are seriously screwed. Okay, Miss Kung Fu...... okay fine, Miss Wu Shu, you might be seriously hot with that chop suey stuff but I'm a trained Street Fighter too and I can tell you, we don't have a prayer against a person who melts fifty kilos of metal for *practice*. Twenty years of Special Forces training and I'm just starting to scratch the surface of my Focus technique. Maybe Guile or Charlie can give me a few pointers.

Argh, a giant squid. Just knew that those wackos in Shadoloo's Mad Scientist Department would make one. Next thing you know they'll be trying to grow a Godzilla to terrorise Tokyo. They already did that? You don't say.

Okay babe, time to make our escape. Wait, someone's coming. Damn she's seen us. Run lady, I'll keep her busy. Interpol's *got* to have this info. Its too important. Yeah, I know that you can take care of yourself but let me be the gallant hero that sacrifices himself for his country. It's in my job description. Run Miss Li and don't look back. Whatever you do, don't look back.

Hiruma Shidoshi looked up to see the gaijin intruder fall into a stance just as his female compatriot made her escape. She could raise the alarm later, now she was going to have to feed her Precious. Her swords howled with the wail of damned souls as she drew them from their sayas (scabbards). It seemed to unnerve the gaijin. Good, he had at least a little sense.

Mikhail Yeltsin slid forward with blurring speed as he attempted a roundhouse love tap on the temple that would have been equally at home in a Tae Kwon Do tournament. You never know, manoeuvres such as this sometimes resulted in a quick KO.

The Japanese girl with the swords ducked under his kick and lashed out with her katana. Mikhail felt this cold, sick sensation as the blade eviscerated him. Staggering, instinctively trying to keep his guts from spilling onto the floor, the last thing the former KGB operative saw was the girl spouting something in Japanese before she was upon him in a flurry of flashing blades.

Shidoshi smiled sadistically as the gaijin clutched at his stomach wound. He was a strong man, he would take hours to die from a gut wound. Too bad, she was actually hoping for a challenge. "Yomode da. Mirumoto Niten Batto-jutsu Hissatsu: Shidoshi no Satsu!"

(Japanese: This is the end! Last Glance Twin Swords Falling From Heaven Speed Technique Killing Stroke: Victory of Tumultuous Death!)

With blinding speed she closed the distance between her and the gaiin to execute one of the first lethal manoeuvres she had mastered for her school. The sensation of feeling metal tear through flesh made her heart sing as the gaijin fell prey to her prowess. His hands futilely reached for the wakizashi buried in his chest. Suddenly his wrists and ankles exploded in a shower of blood. He began to topple, the severed tendons of his ankles unable to bear the weight of his body, when blood started to flow freely down his neck. The gaijin's blood showered Shidoshi as he thrashed weakly on the floor. The hiss of air from his violated trachea coupled with the blood filling his throat produced a grotesque gargle that was nought but the sweetest music to her ears. The Shidoshi no Satsu was her favourite technique exactly for this reason; for its aesthetic beauty as well as its effectiveness in combat.

Lord Bison would want to see this intruder for himself but first her Precious. She cradled her katana to her bosom as if it were a cuddly stuffed toy instead of a razor-edged instrument of death. The katana seemed to hum with jealousy that its smaller brother got the lion's share of the feast. "Don't worry Chikara," Shidoshi cooed to the katana. "I know that Shiyokai is a glutton. Tell you what, I'll let you have the woman once we catch her." This seemed to placate the katana for now. Extracting the wakizashi from the corpse of Mikhail Yeltsin, Shidoshi waved a finger at it in mock admonition. "No more snacks for you Shiyiokai, next time Chikara gets something to eat." The two swords seemed to sit uneasily in their saya. Shidoshi stroked their hilts lovingly, "now, now my Precious. You two shouldn't fight."

In the ventilator shaft, the surviving Interpol detective watch as the madwoman butchered her partner. As she crawled through the shaft towards freedom, she vowed that there would be a reckoning between them.