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Prologue
Lars POV
My name is Lars Alexandersson. I am a former assassin of the Mishima Zaibatsu Mafia. I am being hunt down by my own 'family' because I did something that I shouldn't have done. I shot my boss. Jin Kazama. I am been in hiding for over two years. I changed my name, hair style, eye color, personality and my self. I am now departing to Russia because of a job. The job was easy. Protect the Bosconovitch family at all costs. Easier said than done. To others, it's easy. To me, when you're being hunted down and the people see you in the news, you're pretty much screwed. But, I like the challenge and adrenaline.
"Sir, would you like a drink?" One of the Attendants asked me. "Just water. Cold please." I told her and she gave me one. I thanked her and started drinking it. By the time I finished it I was already dosing off. I fell asleep and woke up when the plane was going down. I got ready to leave. When the plane landed, I went down and got my bag. I went outside of the airport and called a taxi. I got inside and told the driver where to go. Once I got there, I paid to driver and got my bags. I took a deep breath and checked the surrondings. The mansion was big. It looked like it has three or four floors. I went to the gate and a guard told me to give him my bags to check for any firearms or weapons. Once he was done, he checked me for any concealed weapons. He found two knives at each of my shoes. I told him it was 'just in case' and the guard shrugged. He handed me my knives and I went inside. Again, I checked the surrondings. Three floors. One window each room. Alright this is easy. For now. I thought. I knocked on the double doors and waited. A man who looked like a butler opened one of the doors. "I'm Lars Alexandersson. I have an appointment with Dr. Bosconovitch?" I said. The man nodded and let me through. The man gestured someone who looked like a soldier to get my bags. "Right this way please." the butler said. I nodded and followed him to the stairs and to a room at the third floor. "Thank you..." "Isaac." He said. "Okay. Thank you Isaac." I said and knocked on the door while Isaac left. I heard 'Come in' and I opened the door. I saw Dr. Bosconovitch with her daughter. "Mr. Alexandersson. Welcome to my home." Dr. Bosconovitch said. "Lars Alexandersson. Nice to meet you." I said and shook his hand. I sat at a chair near the desk and talked about what I am going to do. Once we were done talking we shook hands again and told her daughter to lead me to my room. I got up and followed her out.
"You will be staying here Mr. Alexandersson." She said. "Thank you. And please, call me Lars. Mr. Alexandersson is too formal." I said. "Alright then Lars, you can call me Alisa then." She said. We both smiled and greeted each other good night. I got inside my room and my bags were there. I placed my clothes in the closet, my other things in the bathroom, desk,etc. And finally I place my glock in the nightstand. I laid back on my bed and thought eight words before darkness crept to me.
This is going to be a good job.
To clear things up, the soldiers here are the JACK's.