"Target?... acquired."

The sound of gurgling that echoed around Blake from all ends was interrupted by the affirmative voice from behind - and in front, all around. He could hear the cautious steps below surging through his form, each gradual march making the surrounding region of fatty tissue quiver and moan. And yet, it barely wobbled. This was hardened abdominal musculature; trained from countless instances of hand-to-hand combat.

As he kept prodding and trying to escape, he heard the voice again: "Location unconfirmed. I swallowed the only rations I could find, however meagre, after my long mission. Connection... Lost. What mission have I been sent on...?"

That posh tone, and the firmness of the surroundings, made it come back to Blake all at once - hitting him HARD. He'd been swallowed by Cammy, from Street Fighter! After trying to summon a bizarre entity, he'd ended up bringing someone from a video game into the real world.

The digested boy yelled out with all his spiritual force: "Cammy! I'm in here! Inside your -"

A tight pinch instantly muffled him, making him squeal and wobble within her grasp. Cammy tapped her foot. "The ration is fighting back. Using suppressive measures."

A quick blow from the side of her hand, and he was sent rattling in the tight space. Special forces training was no joke.

He could sense, from the sounds of surrounding tissue and his limited telepathy, that the Killer Bee was clad in blue. A small vest jacket over a crop top, and tight pants - gear for heavy-duty training. She flexed, and sighed. "I don't rather enjoy strange men taking me away and getting inside me. The last man that happened to didn't end up enjoying it, either."

Blake stammered, still recovering from the blow. "I-I-I swear, I'm not like... Bison?... or was that Vega?"

"If you know this much about my Shadaloo connection..." Cammy grunted - sending a rattle down Blake's spine. "...You MUST be up to no good!"

Blake would've slapped himself at this verbal misstep if he had arms.