Description: Cammy White has questions about people who wield the energy that isn't chi. However, most of the world's known psychics are insane, evil, or insanely evil. There is, however, one person that is generally known not to be evil and claims to be psychic. For Zach, the meeting represents an interesting 'reunion' of sorts.
Cammy White is on the mission at the moment, but even for one as diligent as her, she finds she has a little spare time for personal matters. And right now, one such personal matter is the need to find someone who knows about psychic powers. Such people are more than slightly rare, and those few who exist tend to be rather hard to find.
Except for one.
She put in a request with MI6 to try and find the current whereabouts of Zach Glen, and was pleasantly surprised to find out that he's pretty much in the same town! And so fairly late at night, having heard that he's out and about, she hurries out herself, looking for him. It's starting to get a little cold as its late evening, after a hard days work; but she seems unfazed given that she still walks around in her ever present uniform of leotard and bare skin.
Zach is, in fact, not at all shy about where he draws his considerable powers from. It is, in more ways than just the obvious, part of who he is. The psion is in Metro, learning the city while the bidding process for his yet-to-be-named academy is still going on. There are, surprisingly, three cities left.
Metro was the non-surprise.
Zach is making his way down the street, wearing a German-style greatcoat over his business attire. Despite the mind-grinding tedium of the day's meetings, Zach was still fairly alert. The world was a dangerous place, even in this seeming time of peace. There was a feeling, a sense, Zach was having. He felt like someone was paying more than the usual amount of attention to him. More troubling was the fact that somehow he felt he should /know/ who it was.
He reaches inside the coat, adjusting something as he walks down the street. Without any preabmle, sign of consideration, or warning, he ducks into an alleyway.
This may or may not be trouble.
Hmm. Cammy is walking down the street, attentive, but then frowns, tilting her head slightly, as she half turns, to face a nondescript looking alley. Did she see something there? Something that looked promising?
She shakes her head, braids swishing around behind her back, but nevertheless slowly prowls over to the alleyway, not quite sure why she's advancing like some sort of cat approaching it's target - on tiptoe, silent, and now up against the building.
Subtle. Aside from a number of the few people who are out and about turning their heads to look at this rather odd display. but Cammy is engrossed.
Eventually she peeks around the corner of the alleyway, warily. "Hello?".
Cammy very nearly peeks into a very sharp steel swordpoint. Cammy ought to have no trouble peering down the blade of the wakazashi to meet the burning green eyes of Zach Glen. The blade does not so much as twitch, but it is fairly apparent that of all the people Zach Glen may have been expecting (he's stepped on a few toes in his time), Cammy White was not likely one of them. The psychic blinks once. He fights down an urge to simply shove the blade into her face, given that he was still dealing with Quon's death.
There is a long pause, Zach reminding himself of what Daniel had told him. The woman before him may /look/ like that infamous Shadaloo assassin who was partly responsible for destroying Quon's life, but in all of the important ways, she was not.
The sword is sheathed in a somewhat practiced motion, but not stowed back in the coat when Zach speaks. "Is there something I can do for you?"
For her part, the former doll freezes when she sees the sword point there - automatically tensing up however, rather obviously given her scanty attire, just in case; though she doesn't make any moves at all until the sword goes mostly away.
Then she relaxes, and stands up a bit straighter. "Sorry for startling you, if I did. Umm.". She looks him up and down, curious, blue eyes inquisitive.
"Possibly. Are you Zach Glen?" she wonders. He more or less matches the description, but it's good to check, before the conversation proper starts.
"Yes," is all he says, on guard. Damn if this wasn't just awkward. "And you are?"
Cammy smiles a genuine smile at that. But he does seem rather tense. Probably not too surprising, strangely dressed stranger that she is. She somewhat tentatively offers him a hand to shake. "Sorry. I'm Cammy White. A fighter of sorts, though I only very rarely participate in the sporting side of it all. More of a government agent sort.".
A pause. "Not that I'm here on duty as it happens, this is nothing to do with my work, I assure you.". Just to underline that, she reaches up to her head, and tugs off her red beret, holding it in one hand down by her side.
"You're a psion. I wonder if you train other psions? I have heard on the grapevine that you might be interested in that... It so happens I need someone who knows about the subject.".
Zach regards Cammy with more than a touch of wariness. His body language all but screams his desire to simply walk away. He does, however, shake the offered hand firmly without trying to crush hers. "Government agent," Zach asks almost to himself as he loks Cammy over. The accent was still there, but that doesn't really point anywhere specific.
He does, however, know a bit about how governments might employ a fighter worth calling a fighter. "Special operations, I'd bet," he says. He's running through some things in his mind as he thinks. He stows the sword back on the harness he wears under the coat before folding his arms across his chest to regard Cammy levelly. He is silent for a bit longer.
"Won't bother asking who said it to you, doubt you'd tell me," he finally says. "I know a bit, yes. I'm guessing you have some questions, and I'm the guy who is, ah, public about what he is."
"Oh, no secrets on that count, sir, I assure you. As you seem curious. I work for Delta Red, it's a British military anti-terror outfit primarily - attached to MI6. I happen to be assigned to Metro City at the moment though, it so happens there are some internationally caused problems here, and I've been working with the local authorities to see if we can help do something about that.". Cammy points to the red triangle on her green leotard, just above what little bust she has. "The Greek delta symbol is a triangle, if you didn't know.". She assumes he can work out the 'red' part of the insignia...
"And I have my sources, but suffice to say you're not all that subtle or a hard man to find. Quite a public figure in fact. Probably the only psion who is, which is why I come to you. All the others seem to be recluses or, um, psychotic.". She offers a somewhat weak smile at that.
Or just plain /evil/, Zach does not say out loud. "I don't hide," Zach says firmly. "Not who I am, nor what I am." There is an equal mix of steel and pride in his voice as he says that. He files away what Cammy told him about Delta Red and MI6, planning to ask Ken, or perhaps Guile, the next chance he got. Not that he was looking to sign up, or anything, but information almost always finds a way to be useful.
"So, Miss White," Zach says in a polite, professional tone, "What can I help you with today?"
Cammy nods. A man who likes to get down to business, she can appreciate that. "I'm not sure if you know what a Doll is. Quite possibly?". She raises an eyebrow, peers at him; no sense in wasting her breath on the subject if he knows it all already.
Zach's response is a raised eyebrow. He takes a moment to school his thoughts and expression; it's pretty hard not to simply burst out laughing right now. The irony of Cammy White asking Zach about Shadaloo's Doll Program borders on the absurd.
"I know a bit," Zach says with that same professionally polite tone. "Young women kidnapped by the terrorist-slash-criminal organization known as Shadaloo. They are psychologically conditioned, perhaps altered somehow, to do Vega's... dirtier work." Zach frowns deeply. There's too much he does not know. Not about the Doll Program, and not about Cammy's psychological 'condition'. "They all tend to have a very similar fighting style, which would suggest a standard battery of training..."
Zach trails off. He had honestly not put a lot of consideration into the subject beyond what little he knew. "Don't know much more than that.
"
"Something like that, yes... well. At least some of them are psions. Possibly all of them, we're not actually sure about that. Neither here nor there now really I suppose, not until Shadaloo decides to resurface after the thrashing we gave to them back in the war.". Cammy smiles at that, though she is a bit sad that NATO only got deployed right at the very end, apparently she personally didn't have much to do with it.
"Anyway. ...I found a doll. I think, from what little information I have gleaned, that one of the medical professionals dealing with her had second thoughts about his work, and decided to rescue her from a Shadaloo facility.". She narrows her eyes slightly, peering at Zach closely to see his response.
"She's rather childish, a bit happy go lucky. Eccentric. But apparently not under Shadaloo influence, and neither is her doctor friend, Doctor Hayashi. I've been trying to help her out, get her settled. The problem is, she's a psion, and she's having some difficulty getting to grips with that.".
The Delta Red agent frowns, looks down at her boots for a moment, and then shrugs. "I assume was she liberated before her training was complete. In any case she's asking questions I don't really have answers for; this really isn't my area of expertise. I was wondering if you might be able to help her, even train her, possibly.".
Zach listens, a carefully blank expression on his face: he is listening, but not making any judgements or pronouncements. She lays out the foundation of the situation. Zach's face is still calm, but that eagerness to leave leaves his body. She has his attention.
"Chiyoko?" Zach asks. "We've met. Fought, actually. Talked to Doctor Hayashi after the fight, in fact." Zach frowns. "He hadn't mentioned where they had come from, but I think I knew. There's... I knew I'd seen the fighting style somewhere." It's not terribly different from yours, Zach does /NOT/ say to Cammy.
Zach covers his eyes, massaging his temples with thumb and middle finger. "If I ask you how you met them, would you tell me?" Zach asks. "Or are you not allowed to say?" Zach isn't being an ass when he asks this; he knows about about classified information and the need to keep it that way.
Cammy nods. "Chiyoko." she agrees, a little surprised that he's already met her.
"I met her a few times, now. The really significant meetings were here in Metro City though, she got tangled up in some unfortunate business involving the local thugs. Which is why I've been assigned here, so we happened to meet up. We got to talking, and I think there's some sort of friendship now between us, as much as I can tell anyway. She is a little... odd.".
She idly reaches for the fluffy tip of a braid, plays with it in her hands while looking down at it. "She seemed rather lost, to me... all alone, no friends but her doctor. Anyway when she opened up a little she started asking questions, and I didn't have answers.".
Cammy has a little sister!
"The Neo Development League's good for meeting new fighters," Zach says with a nod. He smiles a bit when Cammy comments on Chiyoko being odd. "That's... not too surprising," he says. "It wouldn't surprise me if Shadaloo didn't let prospective Dolls out into the world until they were certain of control. Probably didn't get out at all before now." Something about that, about Chiyoko gaining her freedom, sits well with Zach.
Cammy confides in Zach, mentioning her inability to answer some of the odd questions. "And so you tried to find someone who did," Zach says with a firm nod. "I take it you would like me to get in contact with her? I gave the doctor the number to my personal cell phone." A distinction he would not have had to make even three months ago, before his project had kicked off.
"I'm not really sure about the doctor, in truth. We didn't exactly get on all that well." Cammy says, frowning. "I think he has her best interest at heart, but... I don't know. He seems a little out of his depth, obstructive even, potentially. I've seen her several times without him around. I'm not sure what /that/ means. I think he's under a lot of strain.".
She shrugs thin shoulders. "They probably could use some help, and she definitely could. So yes... perhaps it would be good for them if you did get in contact with them. If I bump into her again - she's in this city at the moment still, as far as I know - I'll talk to her about you, as well.".
Zach nods shortly, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I'm only going to be in town for another day or two, then I'm off to other cities." He pulls out a couple of business cards. "One for you, the other for them if they lost the first one. Number's international, and that phone stays on pretty much all the time."
He takes a deep breath and sticks the hand back in his pocket. "I think he's scared," Zach says, "And, as you say, perhaps a bit out of his depth. I mean, he's used to lab work, patients, that kind of thing. The fighting world can be pretty scary even when you /can/ defend yourself, and he can't. Or at least it doesn't seem like he can." Zach dips his head left then right, "She's probably the only means he has to protect himself if people come looking for him with bad intentions."
"As for why she'd be out alone," Zach says, "If I had to guess, she's a teenage girl, and everything in the world is new to her. He wants her to stay near, she wants to be out exploring." Zach grins. "You can probably imagine what would happen."
"Mmm, maybe. /I'm/ a teenage girl, and I would follow orders." Cammy tells him, amused, and trying not to think of the yawning nothingness in the back of her brain. She can't really imagine being a /young/ teenage girl. "But I see your point. She is certainly very curious. But she did mention that the doctor was sad, I think he has suffered in his own way himself. I don't really know.".
She shrugs, and reaches out to take the cards. And she has got used to her pocketless, impractice attire as well, as she tucks the cards into her beret without even a second thought, letting her braid fall and doing it automatically. "I have offered to help them if they need it, and they know how to contact me. If they run into the wrong crowd I'll find out; I still plan on keeping one eye on her. It's just the psion thing really. If you can help her with that, I'll be grateful.".
"Yeah," Zach says amicably enough. "That shouldn't be too much of a problem." He nods, considering. He is silent for a moment before speaking again. Something is... odd about Cammy White, beyond the whole matter of who she was when working for Shadaloo versus the woman in front of him.
"I'm sorry about the whole sword thing," he finally says. "A guy learns to be... proactively paranoid after a while in this business."
"It's a dangerous city, especially right now. I would do the same in your position." Cammy tells him, seemingly happy to shrug off the wakizashi aimed at her face. "In fact if you feel threatened here in future I'd advise you to take it very seriously, there are some very bad elements here. It's like Belger all over again; even worse, maybe.".
Thats why Delta Red is around, after all.
"Anyway. I'm glad I found you, and glad you agreed." she tells him, with a faint, impish smile. "I don't have all that much time off duty at the moment, I'm really /very/ busy right now, so it's fortunate you happened to be so near.".
She reaches up behind her to brush her braids back into position, and then carefully tugs her beret over the head, his business cards stashed within. "I'll leave you to your walk, then.".
Zach's response is a wry grin and a bitten back comment about how Zach had met Cammy the /very/ first time. He simply steps back out into the streets, checking his bearings. He waves over his shoulder.
"Don't be a stranger," he says casually, before turning to return to his hotel room.
Log created on 16:39:41 05/16/2012 by Zach, and last modified on 18:39:52 05/16/2012.