By Head Crook, Esq.
Manila, Philippines
Director Chan wasn't specific on details, but he told Chun Li
that her contact would recognize her by her braided and bunned
hair, and that he would be waiting for her in Manila. Dressed in
a light blouse, and a pair of denim jeans that showed off her
legs, she stood underneath a streetlight, waiting for her contact
to show. From the shadows, three men slowly approached her. From
the way that they were walking, it appeared that they were pretty
drunk, and that they were looking for a cheap thrill. Chun Li
looked at the tattoos on their arms and guessed correctly that
they were members of the Yakuza (Japanese Mafia).
The Yakuza leader leered at the Chinese Interpol agent fondly.
"Hey, darlin," he said in Japanese. "Looking for a
good time?"
"No, I'm not," Chun Li replied in perfect Japanese.
The guy on the leader's left tries to cope a feel on Chun Li's
lush cleavage, but she swats his hand away. It was then the
leader pulls out a knife. "Hey," the Yakuza leader
began, "you hurt my friend's feelings. Apologize to him, or
else."
"No, I wont." Chun Li replied.
Chun Li then felt a pair of hands holding her. The third guy had
snuck around her and caught her off guard. Chun Li tried to break
away from the hold, but it was no use. The leader and his buddy
walked up to her, and ripped off her blouse, leaving Chun Li in a
tank top. Beneath that, was her bra.
The leader licked his lips. "Very nice," he said of her
breasts. "Now do as we say, and we won't hurt you. Much."
Now Chun Li was getting angry. "How's about this," she
offered. "If you and your goons don't let me go, you're
going to regret it."
The leader just laughed as he fumbled with his pants.
Okay, she thought. You
asked for trouble, you got it.
Carlos Oliveira was lost. That was obvious, since this was his
first time in Manila. The ex-Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure
Service corporal had come a long way since he and the former S.T.A.R.S.
member Jill Valentine narrowly escaped Raccoon City just when the
U.S. government blew up Raccoon with a tactical nuclear bomb.
"Let's see…" he said as he looked on a city map.
"look for a Chinese woman with braided and bunned hair."
He chuckled to himself. "I think Manila has a couple hundred
of those."
After his and Jill's dramatic escape, Carlos was summoned to
Umbrella Headquarters for his debriefing. The mission, he stated,
was a complete failure. He told of Lieutenant Mikhail Victor's
bravery, of how he sacrificed his life in order to save his own.
He also told of Sergeant Nicholai Ginovaef's treachery, of how he
slaughtered most of his teammates for his own financial gain.
When they asked him about Jill Valentine, Carlos produced a photo
of a zombie that looked like the renegade S.T.A.R.S. member. They
fell for it and they offered Carlos a bonus, but he refused. It
was then he resigned from the UBCS, and shortly afterwards, he
was recruited into Interpol.
Carlos was still looking at the map when he heard the sounds of a
battle coming from somewhere close. Uh-oh.
Sounds like trouble, Carlos thought as he
tossed the map to the ground. His right went to the shoulder
holster, which was concealed by his jacket, and pulls out his
trusty handgun, a Glock 9mm, and he ran over to the scene of the
battle.
Chun Li was enjoying herself. The first guy was face down on the
sidewalk, while his partner was sprawled over the hood of a car.
The Yakuza leader was the only one left standing. Chun Li raised
one of her legs, so that her knee was at the same level as her
chest.
"Come and get me," the Chinese martial artist taunted.
Predictably enough, the leader charged at her. When he got close
enough, Chun Li made her move.
"SENRETSU KYAKU!!"
A series of powerful ki- charged kicks caught the would- be
rapist in the head, chest, and torso. Chun Li continued to kick
the guy in rapid succession. She then finished the assault with a
powerful spinning heel kick that sent the Yakuza leader crashing
into a wall. Chun Li looked at the three unconscious men and
smiled.
"Hey, are you okay?" someone asked from behind her.
Chun Li turned around. A young man was approaching her. In his
hand, he was holding a handgun. Responding by reflex, Chun Li
went into a defensive stance.
"Whoa, whoa, hold it!" the man said, holding his hand
up as if he was trying to defend himself. "I'm not you're
enemy. See?" He placed his gun back into his shoulder
holster. "I'm with Interpol, lady."
Chun Li dropped her stance and looked at the man. He was slightly
taller than her, and he was of South American ancestry, probably
Argentine or Brazilian, but he looked rather young to be Interpol.
His shoulder- length sienna hair was tied into a ponytail, but a
few undisciplined strands were visible in the streetlight. He was
dressed in a black sweater underneath a jacket, a pair of khaki
cargo pants, and a pair of combat boots.
"YOU'RE with Interpol?" Chun Li asked.
The man beamed. "That's right. The name's Carlos. Carlos
Oliveira. It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Chun Li."
"How did you know my name?" Chun Li asked. Then she
remembered. Her hands went to her hair. "Oh. That's right.
My hair."
"I guess it's true what the other Interpol agents say about
you," Carlos said.
Chun Li placed her hands on her hips. "And what is that?"
she asked.
"You're better- looking in person."
Chun Li blushed. "Thank you."