03-29-2010, 07:16 PM
Cammy walked further down the street til she came to a comfortable bench that was sheltered under a tree; the perfect place to carry out a conversation without being overheard. She checked her phone first for the number that her collegue had given her, then dialed it into the phone and put it to her ear.
Cammy was sure that this particular Interpol agent would be amenable to a meeting, or at least, that was the plan. She might even have done the same thing that Cammy had done and entered Bison's tournament. It would be a lot better to work together, rather than fly blind.