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M.I.S.T Facility
Downtown Los Angeles,
11:45pm
"Evacuate the facility! All personnel evacuate!" shouted the loud speaker throughout the small room.
The lone man looked towards the door, hope was all he had. He sat against the wall in the room, beaten down and broken. He held in his bloody hand a silver Colt 1911, although it was loaded, he lacked the energy to lift it at the moment.
The facility was destroyed by him and the ninja's, he unfortunately couldn't keep up with them and fell behind. He fought for a while, holding back the security personnel from taking his life, but even he knew it was a losing battle.
So now he awaited his death either by the facility collapsing or security locating him. He sat and waited, thinking about the one woman he would never see again. Strapped to his belt was a gold badge, behind it was a small white cloth. How he wished he had the energy to grab it and hold it once more.
Next he thought of his good friend, the one that got him involved in this. Not that he was angered by it, he would of never met her if he did not get him involved. He would never get the chance to thank him for what he did.
He decided to not fight it any longer, the pain was too much. He lowered his head and closed his eyes, at least they would be safe.
"Goodbye guys," he whispered to himself and absorbed himself in the blackness.
Freedom Survivor, One year earlier,
Middle of Sea,
7:00 am
"Ms. Douglas, your visitor has arrived," said the small speaker on her desk. The Golden haired beauty stood at the window of her office. She wore a blue dress with blue sandals, fitting attire for being out at sea. She moved to the desk and pressed the small button on the speaker, "send him in."
The doors opened and revealed a short blond-haired boy. He wore a Grey trench coat with black pants, His nation's flag was what his shirt displayed, the British flag.
"Hello Elliot, its good to see you, how is Gen Fu?" asked Helena.
"He is well, it is good to see you as well Helena," said Elliot with a smile.
"What brings you here Elliot?" Asked Helena as she motioned him to the small sofa in the corner of the room. He followed her to the sofa and sat.
"Well, I heard you are searching for a man named Donovan. I may have some information on his whereabouts."
"How did you come by this information?"
"My father used to work for DOATEC before it was destroyed two years ago. He worked as an assistant to Lisa Hamilton. Her and my father continued to work together afterward on a side project."
"How is that possible? Lisa was killed 3 months ago,"
"No, she escaped, she continues to work with my father. I have actually overheard them both talking about stopping Donovan and destroying something called MIST."
"If what you say is true, then I must speak to your father," said Helena as she stood and walked to her desk.
"Please understand Helena, my father does not know that I know any of this. Please do not tell him anything, instead go to the source," said Elliot as he stood as well.
"What do you mean?"
"Father says that this Donovan is in the states, California to be exact. That's all I know so far,"
"It was good that you gave me this information, the only problem is that I have almost no contacts in California. This must be why Donovan chose to go there, my lack of power there."
"I may be able to help, I have an old friend who lives out there. He's a cop and knows a lot more about the area than I do."
Helena thought on this for a moment, Donovan had to be stopped and Elliot was willing to help. She would inform the Mugen Tenshin clan as well as Ryu Hayabusa. She knew she had an advantage, but this still made her wonder why Elliot would help so much.
"Why do you want to help us so much?" asked Helena curiously, studying his face.
"This is dangerous for my father, Ms. Hamilton was almost killed over this and my father could be next. Their is also another reason," said Elliot nervously.
"Go on," said Helena encouragingly.
"Well, there is this girl named Ayane who seems embedded in this who could get hurt as well,"
Helena was quite aware of who Ayane was and could see that Elliot was infatuated with her, "so you like her?"
"Well, I uh guess you could say that," said Elliot nervously as he placed his hand behind his head and rubbed it.
His nervousness was cute to her, she was not used to ever seeing such a thing. She became so absorbed in her work that she forgot what love was. It was nice to see it, even if it was not her feeling it.
"I see, and you have not informed her of any of this?"
"I do not wish to see her harmed and would prefer to keep her out of harms way,"
"You know that the ninja are deeply entwined with Donovan and are going to get involved whether I say something or not," said Helena as calm as she could, she felt a little bad for informing of the truth.
"I was afraid of that which is why you must promise to keep me in the loop and let me help, I'd like to be close to her."
She stared at him for a bit, studying his face for fear, "you do realize what you are getting involved in? This will not end well for anyone involved, can you handle the fact that you might die getting involved in this?"
"If I could die with her, then I feel as though I'm complete," said Elliot confidently.
"Then you are passed like, you love Ayane," said Helena making the connection.
He answered with his nervous face, she did not want to ask him any more to make him uncomfortable.
"So tell me about your friend," said Helena changing the subject.
"I've known him ever since I came to the states to study. When I left to learn with Master Gen Fu, we kept in contact. He joined the military when I turned 15 and served in the war. He joined LAPD when he got out, he is a detective now." said Elliot in a sort of proud voice, he respected his friend greatly.
"How can he help us?"
"He has a reputation out there for finding people, he has many contacts which could be invaluable to us."
"I would like to meet this man, is it possible to arrange a meeting?"
"I just got to call him, I would love to see him again, its been a while."
"Whats his name?"
"Archer, John Archer."
Hot Dog Stand
Downtown Los Angeles
12:00am
"Let me get your king dog," said the large muscular man to the Hot Dog stand owner. The man had dark skin and was bald, he wore black sunglasses to conceal his medium sized green eyes. He wore a Grey half coat with a white undershirt and black tie along with black slacks and shoes. His face was lightly scarred, each one representing a memory in his past.
"Thought you were watching your weight Archer?" asked the Hot dog stand owner, a smirk forming on his face.
"Is that what I said? Must of not been in the right mindset," Said Archer sarcastically.
"Right," said the Hot Dog stand owner amusingly while handing Archer his hot dog. Archer took it and immediately began eating.
"Slow down Archer, it ain't going anywhere,"
"That may be true," said Archer with his mouth half full, "but I'm in a hurry, crimes not gonna stop itself."
The owner laughed and continued watching Archer. After Archer finished, he laid a 5 dollar bill on the counter.
"Well I'm off, it was good seeing ya Henry," said Archer with a wave.
"Likewise Archer, see ya tomorrow," said Henry.
"Oh I can't do that, I'm on a diet after all," with that Archer left and joined in the busy streets of Downtown Los Angeles. He pulled a cigarette out and attempted to light it when he noticed a slew of elderly women giving him evil eye. He slipped the stick back into his pouch and gave them a large toothy smile.
If their was one thing that Archer was known for, it was that he was fair and respectful. He was also known as a smart ass and extremely persistent, but that was besides the point. He treated everyone about the same.
He was 24 years old and achieved the rank of Detective, it took most 10 years to get their. The difference between them and himself was that he was absorbed in his work and had a high success rate. When he left the military at 20 years old, he immediately joined LAPD and worked the worst areas without fear and always came out on top. He did not rely on his gun but more his intellect and gut to help him through situations.
His cell phone began buzzing in his pocket, he pulled the small device out looked at the display. "Eliot" lit up on the display, a bit of a surprise.
"Whats going on Eliot?"
"Hey John! How are you?"
"Another day in paradise, how you doing."
"I'm well, look I need a bit of help."
Archer spotted a nearby bench and sat down, "Whats up?"
"I need a bit of help with something important, but I can't explain over the phone. Is it possible that we can meet?"
"You're in Los Angeles?"
"No, not yet anyway. I'm heading that way along with others who need your help as well."
Others? Thought Archer as he listened to Eliot speak, he decided to just wait on the questions for when he got here, "Ok, where you want to meet?"
"We can meet on this cruise ship, I'll have a helicopter pick you up."
"Since when do you own a Helicopter Eliot?"
"It's not mine, it belongs to the woman you are gonna meet when you get here,"
More questions riddled Archers head, was Eliot involved in something illegal?
"Ok Eliot, just tell me this, you're not doing anything illegal are you?" Asked Archer casually, trying not to startle Eliot.
"Not at all, if anything, we are trying to stop a bad guy," said Eliot gleefully.
Archer had his questions, but he was not about to stop trusting his long time friend, "OK Eliot, just let me know where I need to go to get picked up,"
"Head to your local airport, I'll let the pilot know to get you there."
"Alright, see ya then."
With that, Archer stuck the phone back into his pocket, he thought about what exactly Eliot got himself into. Whatever it was, he seemed deeply intertwined in it.
At the moment, it didn't matter. No reason to think negatively until the facts were at least visible. He stopped a Taxi and began towards the Airport.
Hayabusa's Curio Shop
Japan
4:00pm
"Thank you," said a small man as he grabbed his items from the counter and exited. Hayabusa placed the money into his register and closed it. Their were definitely easier ways to make money as a ninja, but they were also less honorable.
In Ryu Hayabusa's case, all he had was the honor that he earned. Some would call his current way of life boring, but Ryu had more than a handful of experience that would make even the hardest man shiver.
The door to his small shop reopened again. Hayabusa stared towards the door and immediately recognized the visitor.
"Kasumi?" said Hayabusa as he stood.
Kasumi was donning her black ninja uniform, but now it was in shreds barely holding to her small frame. Her face showed fatigue with crimson stains on her cheeks and hands. She dragged herself as close as she could to his counter before falling forward.
Hayabusa quickly moved over his counter and caught her before she fell fully on her face.
"Kasumi, what happened?" said Hayabusa as he held her.
"R...Ryu," she uttered before passing out completely.
Ryu closed down the store and moved her to his bedroom, he took a look at her wounds as best he could without removing her clothes. The thought of it made him blush lightly, but all thoughts of it were shoved aside when he got a look at the large cut at her torso and thigh.
He reached under his bed and produced a first aid kit, he dressed her wounds and stopped the bleeding. Her clothes were destroyed, so he gave her his robe and removed her old clothes.
She slept soundly in his bed and this pleased him, then rage set into his mind. He was Kasumi's protector, sworn by her own brother to keep her safe. The wounds he dressed were made by a skilled swordsman, she was lucky to be alive.
His thoughts were shaken when Kasumi shifted in the bed, the robe slightly fell open, revealing some of her body. Her perfect body, thought Hayabusa as he moved to the bed and pulled the covers over her.
Hayabusa couldn't lie, he had a definite soft spot for Kasumi. Could he call it love? No, a ninja did not love. Besides, Kasumi's loving heart would never understand his cold one. She was a good Ninja, but her heart was not made for it. His was perfect for it and he accepted that.
Although a small part of him wondered what it would be like to be with her, could she cure his cold heart and bring warmth? Or would he end up making her as cold as he was? He was not going to take the chance, her heart was pure and she deserved one who was pure as well.
He was just her protector, sworn by her brother and his best friend, and he would keep that oath.
Even if just to see her
Authors notes: Chapter one out the way, I'm going to incorporate multiple characters from the game into this story. Their will be multiple pairings as story progresses, hopefully people don't mind that.
Hope you like it! R R