As Cammy awoke from her troubled sleep, she noticed the weight on the end of her bed and immediately shot up into a sitting position. In her sleep, the woman had yet another nightmare. It was always the same terror for her: Bison tormenting her, being a slave to his whims, and carrying out murders on good people whose only crimes were invasion of privacy; negligible when it was put into account that they tried to stop Shadaloo. However, a new entity had arisen in her dream with the others. She looked down to the foot of her bed and saw them: gleaming, hungry cat eyes.

Thankfully, they were not purple like she had imagined them to be, but soft blue. Sighing, Cammy reached forward and stroked her pet. In times like these, it was a good idea to take anything good and deeply appreciate it. There was always the inkling that there would never be another good moment, that the next mission would be the last. Thinking like that would have likely enticed two different reactions, one being depression and the other being the infamous 'live like it was your last day' lifestyle. But Cammy did not dread the approaching missions, nor did she reflect on the misfortunes in the past.

Instead, she simply focused on the present.

"Anyone die when I was asleep?" Cammy dryly asked her pet.

"Meow," Daisy simply replied.

"Really? I find that hard to believe." Cammy tore the covers off and stepped onto the carpet floor of her bedroom. "I guess I'll just follow the blood trails, if there are any…"

Getting dressed was a boring, unenthusiastic affair. The only true effort Cammy put into her appearance was when she braided her hair, partly because it held the same sentimental value as the scar on her left cheek and partly because she liked having pigtails. Blonde hair blowing around and obscuring her vision was not something an operative needed, especially in battle. Chun-Li and Guile understood that well, if the respective ox-horns and flattop hairstyles were any indication.

As Cammy turned around to make her bed, she suddenly noticed the silence in her apartment. Other than the soft rustles Daisy made while she preened herself on the bed, the entire area was quiet. A quick glance at a nearby alarm clock revealed that it was only two hours to noon. Floored at the revelation, Cammy looked outside. She had missed the sunrise, but worse than that, she had missed her opportunity to prepare herself for Juri. The woman had most likely woken up long before she did, and she was probably using that to her advantage by rummaging around for incriminating information. But what if Juri had escaped? Given yesterday's events, 'left' would have been a more suitable word, as the woman was completely free to do just about anything she wanted, baring the use of her eye.

In a fit of panic, Cammy shot out from her bedroom and went into the guest room. Ignoring the feeling of Daisy's fur brushing against her legs, the Englishwoman looked at the drab interior and the unmade bed. No Juri, and if she wasn't in plain sight, she wasn't present. The woman was not the type to hide unless there was no other option. By all means, everything in existence should hide from her instead of vice-versa. Somewhat defeated, Cammy retreated into the living room and looked around. She heard a scoff of displeasure and froze momentarily before turning to the kitchen.

Juri- still as cursed as ever- gave her a disgusted look as she lazily let a half-eaten bagel drop into the trash.

To say that Cammy was surprised would be an understatement. The Englishwoman would have never given herself even a minute of rest if she knew someone would exploit it, but she was exhausted and at the end of her wits after spending an entire day with someone she utterly despised. She had kept her eyes off of Juri for barely six hours, fully expecting the woman to cut and run. After all, Cammy would have done the same if she were in Juri's position. Sadly, her enemy stayed where she was.

In a sense, having Juri stick around was much more frightening than having her run amok. It meant that there was unfinished business to attend to, and it undoubtedly involved Cammy in some way, shape, or form. A businessman did not leave a company if there was still profit to be made, and Juri fit the bill. She was a thrill seeker, and she was not going to go until she had exhausted her desire for information and fun. But Cammy was not there for Juri's entertainment, and she never wanted to be.

"About time you woke up," Juri muttered. "I thought you'd still be sleeping for another few hours."

"Someone has to keep an eye on you," Cammy shot back. She looked to the trash bin in the kitchen and raised an eyebrow. "Why did you throw away a bagel?"

"I threw it away because it tasted funny."

"…It couldn't have been stale, I bought a bag of them just a week ago," Cammy said, somewhat insulted that Juri had been rummaging around in her refrigerator.

"Sure ya did. God forbid that you would get up earlier to make something for me instead of leaving me to forage for food on my own."

"You're a grown woman; you can easily find something to eat." Cammy replied. "Besides, if I made something for you, there's a chance you'll just smash it into my face."

Juri laughed and shook her head.

"Come on now, I'm not the type to bite the hand that feeds me."

"Unless that hand is of no further use to you."

"Hehehe, sure, whatever you want to think, kitten."

Cammy grumbled under her breath. While it was good that she was not being called a doll or something more demeaning, the nickname 'kitten' left a bad feeling in her stomach. She could not determine whether the nickname was meant in a sardonic, condescending way or in some endearing fashion. If given a choice, Cammy would have wanted the former to be true rather than the latter. She would rather be someone's enemy than their own personal plaything, a pet.

Many times over the course of yesterday Juri had dropped Chun-Li's name, sometimes attaching odd fantasies or an inappropriate description of what she liked about her. She had a nickname for the Chinese woman too, and it infuriated Cammy. "China doll" was a terrible nickname not only because it was sardonically endearing but because it projected a sense of helplessness onto an extremely capable woman. Juri probably thought Chun-Li was nothing but a toy for her to play with and then throw away when she got bored.

"Isn't that kind of ironic now?"

"What is?" Juri asked with a tilt of her head.

"You calling me a kitten. You're the one who looks like a cat, if you haven't noticed," Cammy pointed out. "Speaking of which, have you checked yourself lately? Anything new, anything different? Besides the tail and your ever-abundant problems, I mean."

Juri stuck her tongue out at the woman for a moment before looking down at it. As if expecting something foreign and dangerous, she slowly reached up and brushed her fingers against the pink surface. Cats possessed a tongue that had hundreds of tiny bristles on its surface, whether for eating or for grooming. It produced an itchy feeling when a cat licked a human's arm, or whatever bit of exposed flesh. To Juri's good fortune, her tongue was as normal as it could be.

But was it? This morning, the first thing Juri wanted was not to escape, cause havoc, or gather more juicy information, but to get something to eat. A strange, animalistic hunger had gripped her and pushed away any other thoughts she had. It was a small hunger, but it was hunger nonetheless. When she pawed through the refrigerator, the usual foods she enjoyed for breakfast did not appeal to her as much as they used to. Even the bagel, a universal edible oval-plate for all varieties of jams, butters and jellies, seemed as bland as styrofoam. It didn't help at all when the woman bit down on it to find it tasted completely bland.

With a small shudder, Juri rolled her tongue back into her mouth. Perhaps her tastes were changing somewhat, and it would certainly explain why she had the irresistible urge to nab a flounder from Seth's aquarium a couple days back. It was an instinctual act that felt right to do at the time, but when all was said and done, she wanted to vomit. She shook herself back to the present and glared at Cammy. The woman was staring at her as if she knew something was wrong.

"Nothing new, not that you care," Juri growled dismissively.

Cammy 'hmmed' in thought before she brushed past the Korean. She shot her a scrutinizing look before turning her back on her to pour herself a cup of warm coffee.

"When you sprout wings and get a blade for an arm, I think I'd care," she mumbled. Deciding to change the subject, she glanced over her shoulder and said, "I expected you to jump ship as soon as I took my eyes off of you."

"On an empty stomach? What's wrong with you?" Juri said in an upbeat tone of voice. "Although, that's not a bad idea now…"

Cammy stiffened up as her eyes widened. She had figured that mouthing off on the woman would potentially cause more problems than it would solve, but giving her ideas? That was an even bigger problem. Juri seemed to be the type to twist words and meanings to her liking, and Cammy would be hard-pressed to stop her from finding loopholes in her speech. She heard the soft pitter-patter of feet gradually fade from her ears before opening her mouth to stop her.

"Juri…"

But the Korean was no longer in the kitchen. Instead, she gleefully trotted down the hallway towards Cammy's bedroom. She had learned so many interesting things yesterday. An eccentric gypsy had a whackjob tongue, some people were too self-conscious for their own good, and a certain cream-colored cat had a sadistic sense of humor. But over all of that rose one lesson that Juri was quite fond of, despite her first uncomfortable encounter with it. That tree near the Englishwoman's balcony would be perfect for escaping…

As she stepped into the bedroom, she noticed that Cammy was not following close behind her like she had expected her to. Her tail twitched in confusion as she watched the Englishwoman give her a tired yet knowing look from the kitchen counter. It seemed that her morning coffee was more important to her than keeping track of her enemy, at least for the moment. It was such a strange sight that Juri stopped and stared for a moment before Cammy moved away and finally followed her into the bedroom.

The operative casually sipped from her coffee as she watched Juri move to the glass doors to her balcony, which was hidden from sight due to closed curtains.

"So, you're going to leave now?" she asked calmly. "You're not even going to take your cloak?"

"Oh, I'll find something fashionable out there," Juri replied. "Besides, I won't be gone for long. You could use some company," she droned out lavishly. "…So, aren't you going to stop me?"

"I don't have to stop you from running off today," Cammy replied softly as she stirred her coffee with a small spoon.

"Huh? What's that supposed to mean? Is the day going to stop me?" Juri growled. She turned to the glass doors and gripped one of the handles. "Don't be an ass. It's a beautiful day, even in a crap city like London. The sun is shining, birds are singing, and I am about to take a day out on the t-"

Just as soon as Juri slid the door open partway did the gates of nature swing open. A strong wind swept into the room, blowing the Korean's hair back and startling her. Paintings that were hung up in the bedroom swayed in the wind's wake while a disturbing howl rang in her ears. So what if it was windy outside? It wouldn't hinder her in the slightest. Irritated but not discouraged, Juri took another step forward. In hindsight, she wished she hadn't.

A drop of water splashed against her nose. Just like she had done two days ago when Cammy brandished a spray bottle, she flinched back and widened her eyes. More water splashed against her uncovered feet, and she jumped to the side in retaliation. When she looked up into the sky, she discovered it to be almost completely dark. Grey clouds completely blocked out the shining light from the sun and bathed the entire area in a murky, disgusting aura, at least by Juri's observation. The only thing that did come through the clouds was rain, which Juri soon found out after being hit for a few seconds.

Cammy watched with a straight face as Juri ran back inside and shook herself off. An expression of fear and disgust was present on her face. She wiped herself off and ruffled her hair free from moisture before shooting a deathly glare at Cammy.

"Huh… That's funny, the weather report said there would be a light drizzle all day. I think they underestimated the reports," Cammy said. She smiled before turning on her heel with her cat following close by. "Well, I'm hungry. If you're still intent on escaping, be my guest. Otherwise, I'm sure I can make enough eggs for the both of us."

Juri growled and looked back to the balcony for a moment before shaking her head. She slammed the door shut and trudged after Cammy, all the while wiping bits of water off from her ears.

"So… A dam base, huh?"

The question asked seemed so innocent, yet so strange. At least, it did for anyone who wasn't a part of S.I.N. Juri raised her head out from the palms of her hands and turned to look over at a questioning Cammy with a tired pout. At least the woman wasn't standing in the middle of her home with a smug look and a hot, steaming cup of coffee. Such a blatant show of arrogance demanded a backhand across the face or a kick to the ribs, but then there was the threat of being burned with the coffee, if Cammy decided to splash it in her face.

And the rule about no attacking each other still stood, although Juri didn't really care much about it.

Why she wanted to ask a random question out of the blue like that was beyond the Korean. She had reluctantly accepted breakfast from the woman without a word, other than the occasional grunt of distaste. Hardly any words were exchanged after that. Conversations were not fun when they were one-sided, and with her curse influencing her behavior, the Korean found herself struggling to get the upper hand for once in a blue moon. She sat and tried to compose herself on the couch before Cammy asked her question.

"Huh?" Juri grunted.

"The Shadaloo dam base? You know, the one in India?" Cammy continued.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"You only briefly mentioned there was one during our little interrogation session two days ago."

"Oh thanks," Juri moaned sarcastically as she rubbed her temples. "Thanks for reminding me. I really appreciate you forcing me to looking back on that part."

Cammy went into the living room and took a seat on a recliner, hands folded against one another in a gesture of inquisitiveness.

"So that's why you were in India… It wasn't just to bob a few heads together, it was to investigate the base!"

"No," Juri groaned as she shook her head. "Get real. Everybody knows where that old Shadaloo base was. I'm surprised that you, a damn captain in Delta Red, wouldn't know that."

"I do know that!"

"If you do, then why are you asking about it?"

"Because I didn't know that it was back in business!" Cammy said, voice raised. "I was sent there with my men to investigate Shadaloo activity!"

"A bunch of goons were reported to be running amok in an area that just so happened to be nearby an old, dilapidated Shadaloo dam base?" Juri placed her chin in the palm of her hand. "How could you miss that?!"

"I… I didn't think of it at the time," Cammy mumbled before she pointed an accusatory finger at Juri. "Besides, I couldn't go any further because of what you did to me and my men!"

Juri rolled her eyes and grinned.

"Isn't it funny how Shadaloo brings us together?"

Cammy prepared to retort to that when she suddenly took what Juri said seriously. In a sense, the only time Juri made an appearance in Cammy's life was when she was partaking in dangerous missions for Delta Red or tagging along as backup for Chun-Li, and both of those activities involved Shadaloo. Cammy never encountered Balrog or Vega. Those two wouldn't be caught dead helping out their subordinates. Instead, she met Juri Han, but she wasn't helping out her parent organization. She was working towards the same goals as Cammy was when she fought against Shadaloo, although her motives were nothing less than selfishly evil.

As she thought more about it, Cammy came to the conclusion that for once, there was something in common between her and her enemy. Shadaloo, in spite of its atrocities and tendencies to bring hell to earth, managed to be the bridge between the two women. Its defeat was a common goal shared by millions in the world, but more importantly, it was shared between Cammy and Juri. At least, the Englishwoman believed it was. For all that she knew, the Korean could be solely focused on exploiting the vile organization first.

"…Yeah," Cammy said softly. "It's strange when you think about it…"

"Anything else on your mind?" Juri asked as she tried to avoid looking outside.

Before she could shake her head, a thought came to Cammy's mind. While it was well-known that a woman of Juri's stature would be found fighting with a smile on her face, surely there must be other outlets for entertainment. People looked at the Englishwoman and assumed that she enjoyed fighting, but like Chun-Li, that was not the case. They hated to fight if it was a life-or-death struggle, but sparing… that was somewhat enjoyable. Perhaps Juri enjoyed more than the usual fisticuffs, torture, and sadistic toying.

Then again, what did it matter? Cammy did not care for the woman's past, nor did she care about the woman as a whole. She did, however, care about the actions she would carry out and whether or not they would affect others. If her tendency to fight was any indication, it was that there needed to be something else to placate her. Simply knocking her out or restraining her if she became rowdy was out of the question and would most likely add another deathwish to Cammy's list. Instead of giving into the lures of fighting, why not an alternative?

If trying to figure out Juri on a personal level provided the means to placate her, then so be it.

"What do you do, Juri?" Cammy asked.

"You know what I do, or at least, you have a rough estimate," Juri grumbled. "Did our playtime at Sosna's research labs teach you anything?"

"I'm not talking about that. I'm just wondering what you do when you're not-"

"When I'm not off killing people?"

"I… I wasn't going to say that," Cammy reassured. "Just… I was wondering what you do when you're not working for S.I.N. I don't imagine fighting random thugs is your only hobby."

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't," Juri said, eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What's your hobby? What do you enjoy doing?"

"I asked first."

"Yeah, well, I don't care."

Sadly, Juri seemed to have realized what kind of game Cammy was intent on playing. She was a manipulator at heart, and even they knew when they were being manipulated themselves. What possible reward could be gained from prying for information? No-one who had had the misfortune of interacting with Juri cared to ask personal questions, and it was better that way. Even the tiniest bit of information could be used against someone. Even still, Juri found herself interested and curious as to what Cammy was up to.

"Ok… I'll bite," Cammy muttered. She leaned back and mused. "Well, that's actually a tough one, now that I think about it. Uh… I like watching movies, reading books, and uh… Oh!" With a smile, Cammy hoisted her cat Daisy up onto her lap. "Playing with Daisy!"

Cammy resisted the urge to giggle when Daisy began to purr and nuzzle her cheek. She could see Juri's unimpressed glare out of the corner of her eye, but that was to be expected. A woman like that probably wanted to know some juicy information, or at the very least something mind-blowing. But the Englishwoman was not very extroverted, nor was she rowdy and outgoing. There was nothing that could be given to the Korean that would impress her. Nothing except knife-throwing, but that was a card Cammy chose to keep sealed away for the moment.

"Cute… Very cute," Juri mumbled as she leaned back into the couch. "So, you just come home at night and watch movies or read books? When you live in a city like this, that's actually kinda sad."

"Well of course it's nothing compared to what you do," Cammy said sarcastically. "What do you do anyway?"

"Oh, a little bit of this, and a little bit of that…" Figuring it to be harmless, Juri decided to say, "I don't have many hobbies like you do, but… I guess you can count people watching."

"People watching?" Cammy repeated incredulously. "You mean to say that you just like standing off to one side and staring at people?"

"When you say it like that, it makes me look creepy," Juri replied.

An image popped up in Cammy's head of Juri skulking about in the shadows to peer out over a small crowd of innocent schoolchildren with a large, sinister grin on her face. She shook her head and refocused.

"Why is that your hobby?"

"Well hell, I don't know if it's a hobby or not; I just like to see what everyone is doing. When you just stop and take notice of what's going on around you, you can find out a lot of interesting things." Juri's expression became a bemused one. "What do people do when they're not working? Where do they go? How do they do things? I'll tell you this, there are a lot of things people do when they think no one is watching."

Cammy squirmed a little in her seat when she heard that. She did have her enemy right under her nose in her home, but that didn't allow her to become complacent in her situation. Everything she did that just so happened to be in plain sight of Juri was bound to be picked up and used against her. The simple solution to this problem was to do more important things when out of her cone of vision, but then that left the woman unattended. Cammy could not afford that.

"Is there anything else that you do for fun?" Cammy asked quickly, nervously.

"I might play a video game if I get the chance, but it's mostly solitaire or some RTS on a computer," Juri mumbled. "Look, I like to fight, so what's the big deal? It's fun and I enjoy it, and that's all that matters."

"Why do you like to fight?"

"It's something you do every day," Juri said as she readjusted her position on the couch. She draped her legs over the end of the couch and looked up at the ceiling. "Sure, it's gonna be a verbal battle or a mental one most of the time and actual fights are gonna be rare, but if it's such a big part of your life to fight for every little thing, why not enjoy it?" With a small moan, Juri rolled over onto her stomach and stretched. "Don't you love it when you're in a fight and they can't even hit you? They just flail about while you hit 'em from the sides… Then you move in for the coup de grâce…"

Cammy shook her head as she watched Juri.

"I can't see myself enjoying a fight if it's my life on the line."

"That's the beauty of people like us," Juri said as she looked over at Cammy with a satisfied smile. "We're all different. There's never a dull moment when you think about that."

Now that Cammy could agree with.

"No."

"Come on, it'll be fun."

"I beg to differ."

"We'll have a good time!"

"You mean you'll have a good time."

"But my pleasure should make you feel better, right? Besides, I'm sure we'll run into someone we know, and after a little bit of this and a little bit of that-"

"Just because the English are renowned for their drinks doesn't mean there's a tavern demanding to be visited on every block. And besides, it's still raining outside."

Juri stiffened up before glancing outside. Unfortunately for her, yes, it was still raining. The weather in London seemed to be terrible, especially given that the city was close to the English Channel. Cammy did not hint at the weather letting up, but Juri had some hope that the clouds would part and the sun would shine through. Hope, however, was quickly washed away as the living room was bathed in a bright light for a second before a loud thunderclap shook the foundations.

Grunting out of exasperation, Juri sat cross-legged on the floor next to the couch.

"Stupid logic," she muttered as she folded her arms. "God, I hate rain so much. Then? Not so much. Now? Oh ho ho, hell yes." With a sigh, she placed her chin in the palms of her hands. "I'm bored. Can't you think up something fun to do?"

"I'm not here for your entertainment," Cammy said as she peered outside. She focused on the raindrops cascading down her windowpanes for a moment before turning around. "If your idea of fun is to get someone drunk, then no, I can't think up anything fun to do."

"Getting you drunk would just make things easy," Juri shot back. "I love a challenge. You just need to loosen up."

"Around a person like you? Unlikely."

It was another argument, the most recent out of many for the day. Because of the bad weather and the somewhat hostile environment, Juri had no place to go to escape from Cammy, and vice-versa. At times she contemplated backing off to regain her footing, but the Korean persevered. She was craftier than what people gave her credit for. If there was no entertainment to be found outside, then she would have to make her own inside. It was only fair given the rather poor treatment by the host.

Juri's tail flicked about as she thought about possible antics to carry out. With Cammy keeping her watchful eye steady on her, preparing attacks in advance would be near impossible to do. As much as she hated to admit it, she was in unfamiliar territory despite being there for nearly a day. The Englishwoman would notice something was misplaced or missing in her house judging by how clean she kept it. Or perhaps she wouldn't notice if the object was small and seemingly unimportant. Kleptomania was not a trait that Juri possessed, but if it lead to possible opportunities for interesting arguments, then all was well.

When in a fight, one should take note of quick jabs and strikes that wear down the opponent. In a sense, the two women were constantly in a fight. One strived to regain control of her domain while the other desired to see her lose said control, whether by her means or by uncommon devices. Juri smiled devilishly as she thought about her own device to make Cammy squirm. It was a quick swipe that garnished a good catch, but only time would tell before she would be able to show it off.

Suddenly, the Korean felt something bat her tail before grabbing onto it.

"Wah!" she shouted before turning her head to glare at the culprit. Daisy had both front paws clasped over the end of Juri's tail with her eyes wide and her own tail flicking about with a playful energy to it. "What do you want, you little furball?"

"Don't call her that," Cammy said as she approached the two. She placed her hands on her hips and smiled a little at her cat's antics. "She's probably restless."

"Yeah? Well so am I!" Juri growled.

She swatted at Daisy only to get her hand grabbed by said cat. Having not expected that, Juri gasped and tried to reel her hand back. Her efforts were met with extended claws that dug into her hand. Now, the woman was a fighter. In her line of work she was bound to get hurt, sometimes in strange and gruesome ways if she failed to judge her timing or slipped up. She was weak to bullets, as was any other human being, and many lucky hits have made their bruises on her physique. She took every hit with a smile instead of a cringe, but in the instance of this tiny creature's claws, she hissed in agony.

As soon as she managed to rip her hand away from the cat's embrace, Daisy pounced forward and bit her tail. Even though Juri had managed to get used to her new appendage, it was still a new addition, and thus, it was still somewhat sore. With canines sunken into it, the tail squirmed from pain on reflex, which also put Juri in pain. She balled up her hands into fists and gave Daisy an "I'm kind of bothered right now" look. Before things could escalate, Cammy went down to pick her cat up.

"Naughty kitty, you don't bite guests, no matter how bad they are," she scolded. She gave her cat a few scratches behind the ears before looking down at Juri. "Are you alright?"

"Screw you and your cat," Juri growled without missing a beat. She pointed her finger at the object of her anger and snarled. "That thing is trying to fight me just because I look like a cat! Why are animals so stupid?"

"She's not stupid," Cammy shot back as she took a step back. "She's like a little person. And besides, maybe she just doesn't like you."

"Good! The feeling's mutual!" Juri shouted as she cradled her hand.

The Korean stood up and sent another rotten look towards Cammy and her cat before storming her way into the bathroom. The back of her right hand was scratched and slightly bloody from being clawed, and while Cammy wanted to think otherwise, she couldn't help but feel a tinge of sympathy for her. Getting scratched by an animal hurt, especially when they sunk their claws into flesh and held on. It was worse than being punched or kicked, and quite possibly on the same level of agony as stepping on a Lego brick.

Still, she expected Juri to lighten up in time and eventually apologize for her behavior. Widening her eyes, Cammy shook her head. No, such thoughts were as impossible as they were inane. Juri wasn't the type to admit defeat or give ground unless it benefited her in some way or there was no other choice. Her apologies the day before fell in the former category, as she could have always run or fought against her captor. Instead, she played by Cammy's rules. Now that was disconcerting.

Meanwhile in the bathroom, Juri was seething. She forcefully closed the door with a bang and turned to a mirror above a porcelain white sink. Braving the trepidation, she stuck her scratched-up hand into the sink and quickly turned the water on. As she squirmed under the faucet, she reached up to pull the mirror away to reveal a medicine cabinet. Unfortunately, there was no medicine in said cabinet. There was nothing in there; a testament to Cammy's unthinking thoroughness. With a growl, Juri shut the cabinet and massaged her hand.

She was tired, hurt, bothered, angry, restless, exasperated, and worst of all, bored. If that wasn't enough, the strange hunger from the morning had reappeared. It was subtle at first, but as Juri looked down at her scratched hand and saw the small specks of blood, the hunger growled menacingly. She shook her head and pushed the strange hunger back into her subconsciousness, choosing to battle it with logic. She had already eaten not too long ago… a turkey sandwich if she remembered correctly. And if she did remember correctly, the only part of Cammy's charity that was good was the meat.

'Focus,' she hissed in her mind.

Right, she wasn't feeling all these emotions because she felt some instinctual hunger pangs. Juri tore herself away from the bathroom sink and stared at herself in the mirror. If things weren't going her way, then she would have to pull a certain Englishwoman's strings until they did. She watched as a toothy grin appeared on her face. She would make Cammy squirm, and if she was hell-bent on that course of action, it was only a matter of time before she revealed her ace.

Cammy hardly noticed Juri leave the bathroom. The sound of the door closing was so quiet, so muffled, and she wasn't stationed nearby to see any activity. The woman figured that if she had sat in front of the door with a pistol drawn, Juri would have taken it as a flattering compliment, a hint of voyeurism in an otherwise noble woman. Supplying her enemy with material to use against her was not ranked high on Cammy's to-do list, anyway. After a minute or so of waiting, she got up from her seat in the living room and trudged over to the bathroom.

Her breath hitched when she heard nothing from inside the bathroom, and her eyes widened when she noticed the door hanging open just enough to show that Juri had left. An assassin was walking about freely, and it bothered Cammy now more than ever, especially since the woman was agitated. A woman scorned was quite possibly the worst thing imaginable. After glancing about nervously, Cammy closed the bathroom door and placed her back against it.

"Juri, where did you go?" she asked with an innocent tone.

Juri didn't answer verbally. Instead, she walked out from the guest bedroom with a noticeable spring in her step, a satisfied smirk, and a manila folder under her arm. While most of the folder was obstructed by the Korean's pale peach arm, Cammy could see a date on the front tab of the folder. Seeing anything in the possession of Juri was enough to make the Englishwoman nervous, but that date practically drove her over the edge, for it was a folder that was compiled six years ago.

Without so much as a word, Cammy reached forward to grab the folder.

"Ah ah ah!" Juri sang playfully as she jumped back with the folder pressed against her chest. "Not so fast there, kitten. I wanna savor this moment."

"Give that back," Cammy growled, beside herself in anger.

"I will, but after we talk about some things here."

Juri licked her fingers and delved into the folder. She hummed a small tune as she flicked papers about, sometimes pausing on one document. Her eyes remained focused on Cammy's angry pools, and the message was clear. She was daring the woman to attack her to get her possessions back. Eventually, Juri pulled out a few crisp sheets of paper with writing on the back and front.

"Tell me, why is it that a woman like yourself who is so determined to put her past behind her keeps these things lying around?"

In an instant, the Korean had the upper hand. In her slender hand was a written report on Shadaloo by the USAF dated six years ago. Like any other report, it was long and drawn out, but this one was especially thorough. Cammy didn't have to be a genius to see and understand that the name "Killer Bee" that was etched in the paper plenty of times referred to her. With the Psycho Drive destroyed and the Shadaloo dolls thrown into disarray, the Killer Bee was the only one who was truly saved from continuing her life as a mindless slave. The report cut off when Delta Red became involved, and by then the name "Killer Bee" was just a faded memory.

Cammy swallowed hard. She had expected something like this to happen with Juri around, but even when facing the situation head on, she fumbled for words. It made her look like a hypocrite when she preached about focusing on the present. She was the type to let things slip away, and at the same time, she wasn't. It was the behavior of a sentimentalist, and Cammy felt no shame in that. Now, however, she mentally cursed herself.

"That's none of your business," Cammy replied.

"I'm making it my business," Juri shot back. "Then there's this thing."

Another piece of paper was pulled out, this time showing a different format than the one earlier.

"Reports are one thing. They're made by a bunch of old soldiers with nothing to amount to. This though…" Juri's eyes flew over the paper before she turned it around to show to Cammy. "This is your application to Delta Red, right? In your handwriting? Why on earth do you keep these things around?"

"I keep them around for the same reason I keep my scar," Cammy grumbled as she clenched her fists. "To remind me of who I am."

"Really? If I was you, I wouldn't want to be reminded that I'm an indecisive and confused woman." Juri waltzed into the living room and leaned against the arm of the couch. "Let's read, shall we? Name: Cameron White. Age: not available. I like the little note here that says '16, 17' with a little question mark next to it. Date of birth: also not available. Now, how could that be, hmm?" Juri asked rhetorically with a maniacal grin.

Cammy reached forward and snatched the paper and folder out from Juri's hands. Remarkably, Juri neither reacted nor seemed to care. Instead, she continued to speak as if she had committed the text to memory.

"Height: five feet, four inches. Weig-"

"Don't you dare ta-"

"Weight: eighty-eight pounds, but you've put on some extra pounds since then, haven't you?" Juri cherished the angry glare she received for a moment before continuing. "Education- I'm picking out the good bits by the way-: not available! They just picked you up and put you in another leotard, didn't they?"

"God damn you Juri!" Cammy shouted. She placed the manila folder under her arm and raised a fist. "What happened to your rule about bringing up the past?"

"I'm still obliging that, and you said not to bring up your lack of a past. Besides, that's not the reason why I'm bringing this up," Juri replied with a sneer.

"Then what, pray tell, are you trying to do?"

Juri pondered for a few seconds before a mischievous twinkle appeared in her left eye.

"Sexual orientation."

Cammy's face fell.

"W-what?"

"You filled that part out, but not with a 'not available'." Juri straightened up and walked over to Cammy. She circled her once with a lewd look. "Bisexual, eh? You had enough sense to put that down, but not much else?"

"I-I-It was one of the l-last fields to fill out…" Cammy stuttered as an embarrassing blush flushed into her cheeks. "I didn't want to be indecisive, so I chose-"

"A pretty vague answer." Juri folded her arms and arrogantly leaned back. "Why do they even have that field in the application? Don't they enforce a "Don't ask, don't tell" policy?"

"That's in America… The field is there because I was going to be an operative. They needed to take the orientation into question so they could assign the right agents to the right missions. They wanted to make sure an agent wouldn't become infatuated with his or her target," Cammy explained begrudgingly, as if even she disagreed with her organization's logic. "I just put in 'bisexual' because I wasn't s- Why am I even explaining this to you?!" Cammy shouted out as she pulled at her hair in frustration.

"Aww, someone's sexually confused! How embarrassing for you!" Juri laughed and placed her hands on her hips. "If you're still confused, I could help you out."

It didn't take a genius to know that that sounded like an unwelcome invitation. The way Juri's eyes gleamed with mischievous energy and the way her hips swayed when she offered her assistance made Cammy extremely uncomfortable. Hobbies and work were alright to speak about, but when conversations became too personal to bear, that's when people were warranted to draw the line. She backed away from Juri and shook her head with gritted teeth, all-knowing of the embarrassed blush in her cheeks.

"Does the wittle kitten have a cwush on someone?" Juri said in a sickeningly childish voice. "Is it the China doll?"

What Juri had expected was for Cammy to break down with a face completely red with embarrassment after mentioning Chun-Li, but the woman only clenched her fists and growled.

"Who the hell are you to ask a question like that?" Cammy turned on her heel and made off towards her bedroom. She glanced over her shoulder and barked, "Why don't you piss off? I don't need to put up with this!"

It wasn't a complete victory, but it was a victory nonetheless. Juri held her head up high in accomplishment as she reveled in that. She had essentially ruined any further chances of speaking to her rival for the remainder of the day, but she felt proud that she was able to make her lose her cool. A rival wasn't very interesting if they didn't lose it every now and then anyway. With a sigh of relief, Juri placed her hands behind her head and fell back onto the couch.

So what if she looked like a cat and had to lay low at her rival's home? Making her squirm more than made up for that.

The evening meal was a sordid and tensional affair mixed with glares and occasional mutters of expletives. Cammy was tempted to restrict Juri from eating anything, but doing that would have set her up for further torture. She made a quick meal and shoved a plate in Juri's direction before retreating back into her room to gather her thoughts After the incident regarding her files and her enemy's sadistic inquires, she could no longer spend even a minute with her until she composed herself. The simplest punch out of anger would have been enough to start a full-scale fight, and by the time a victor was crowned, the apartment would be a complete wreck.

Numerous concerns and thoughts swarmed through Cammy's mind. She cursed her predicament, but more so than that, she cursed herself for not doing anything to correct it. She wanted to take action against Juri, but any extremes would either drive her to kill her or force her to leave. The catwoman needed to stay in a place where she could be watched, at least until she was no longer a catwoman. Having her too close for comfort presented a hilariously bad set of problems, but it also provided some benefits, even if Cammy was too engrossed in her lamentations to notice them now.

Juri, on the other hand, was much more content with herself than she was previously. She aimlessly paced about the living room, sometimes throwing punches at invisible foes and practicing her kicks in open spaces. With Cammy placed in a 'woe is me' status, the Korean was free to do as she pleased. The problem with that was that there was nothing in the apartment that pleased her anymore. Cammy had taken away her computer's power cords and stashed them away to preserve any lingering scraps of privacy she still had. Information could not be gathered from outside sources, and the books and movies the Englishwoman had on display did not interest Juri in the slightest.

She had seen too much death and strife in her life that any kind of recreations on film seemed bland and meaningless. Movies, no matter what the genre, bored the woman. She could pull out the plot and wring out everything that was going to happen in the future, even going as far as to anticipate strange twists and earth shattering revelations. Even books were uninteresting, and not just because they weren't moving around. To Juri, mere words on paper couldn't explain the simplest nor the most complex of things. Explanations were worthless. Performances were priceless.

Seeing as Cammy would not come out looking for more torment, Juri decided to let her be. The day would not get any worse for her; it was late, after all. Juri took notice of this and returned to her generously small room to retire for the night. At least, she tried to. The feeling of restlessness set in once again and forbade the woman from sleeping. And she genuinely wanted to sleep after being up for nearly eighteen hours, most of which were spent feeling lethargic and lazy.

If that wasn't bad enough, the strange hunger from the morning had reared its ugly head a third time. This time, however, it was much more severe. There were no hunger pangs, nor were there any stomach growls. It was unreasonable, and Juri's tried and tested logical responses of having eaten just an hour ago did nothing to stave it off. Something within her begged for sustenance, but it was so vague that Juri couldn't understand what it was asking for. She held her sides and winced as the feelings ran rampant throughout her body.

Juri was confused and bothered, and she had no idea how to stop it. A desire surfaced in her mind, almost as if it was an instinctual one. She was in no pain, but having some foreign need go unsatisfied hurt her. The thought of going to Cammy for assistance briefly crossed her mind before she viciously removed it. She didn't need anyone's help. To prove that, she went to the door of her room and began to open it.

As soon as the door opened just a crack, a flash of cream darted into the room. Surprised, Juri flinched back and brought her hands up in anticipation of an attack that never came. The door groaned before swinging back to a closed position, uncaring that it had blocked off escape for two creatures. Juri turned her head to look about her room for the strange creature that ran inside only to find it sitting dead-center on the bed.

It was Cammy's cat Daisy, and it stared at Juri with a knowing gaze.

"B-back for more?" Juri asked with a grim scowl.

It would have been a rhetorical question had it not been for one condition…