Raven flopped onto the bed in his room on the top floor of the Seahorse Hotel. Not even bothering to change, he took off his sunglasses and his earpiece and immediately closed his eyes. In mere seconds, the exhausted ninja was comatose.

"...come in. Raven, this is HQ, please respond."

Raven's eyes shot open and he sprung to his feet. He took a look at the clock; only 20 minutes had passed. Letting out a loud groan, he inserted his earpiece and responded.

"Raven here, what's the sitrep?"

"I hope you're still in Japan, because we need you to investigate an incident." A low moan escaped from Raven's throat.

"Tell me" Raven muttered, rubbing his tired eyes.

"At approximately 2300 last night, the Tekken Force 5th Armored Division was jumped during a patrol in northern Shinjuku. There were no survivors."

Raven sat down on the bed, put his hand on his chin and gave an intense expression.

"G Corp and the Zaibatsu are supposed to be at a cease fire at this time. You think there's still some some hostile forces?"

"That's what we want you to find out. I wish I could have let you know sooner, but we're currently investigating a situation near the Korean border. We need you to tackle this quickly and thoroughly. Can we count on you?"

Raven got back to his feet and slipped on his sunglasses.

"Always."

Raven arrived at the scene in half an hour. Still groggy from the sudden awakening, he sat down on the rooftop of the building he was on and looked below at the chaos. The sirens had already stopped, but there were still barricades up and citizens were being shooed from the area. The wreckage from the Armored Personnel Carriers had yet to be cleaned up, and some were still on fire even. The bodies were still there.

"Let's piece this together nice and quick," Raven muttered to himself. He stood up and put his hands together, preparing the hand signals of ninjitsu.

"Rin! Pyo! Toh! Sha! Kai! Jin! Retsu! Zai! Zen!"

As Raven leaped from the building, his body began to fade in mid air. By the time he landed on the ground, he was completely invisible. He walked around the scene of the battle, making sure not to bump into any MPs on the scene. As he skimmed the ground, he noticed several unfamiliar bullet casings scattered about.

"What have we here..." Raven muttered as he bent down and picked up a spent cartridge.

"This is a .44..." he muttered "and the G Corp standard issue firearm is a 9 milimeter. This isn't right..."

He stood back up and leaped upward back to the building where he sat.

"Raven here." he said to his earpiece. "I found some spent casings for a .44 Magnum. Who do you know of that uses that kind of gun? Kazuya Mishima, perhaps?"

"Negative. Kazuya Mishima has no reason to attack indiscriminantly, especially when he considers the Mishima Zaibatsu to be his property. Besides, he's gone into hiding as of late."

"You're being a bit hasty, don't you think? Kazuya would rather die than see the Zaibatsu in anyone elses hands. It's a classic case of "If I can't have you, no one can."

"Forget about that now. We have other intel on a potential suspect. I believe you're familiar with the individual known as Bryan Fury?"

Raven's eyes widened. "Yes. A murdering psycopath. He just recently acquired a perpetual generator that has increased his lethality by 200%.

"According to our intel, he prefers the use of firearms to hand to hand combat. His particular favorites to use are a Spaz 12 pump action shotgun and... a .44 Desert Eagle."

"That's as solid a lead as any. But why would he just..."

"You've seen his profile as well as we have. His hobbies include attacking indiscriminantly and wanton destruction. He's never been a major problem until now, and I bet we have his new perpetual generator to thank for that. With limitless power, he can destroy as he pleases and no one can stop him."

"Alright, that'll have to do. What are my orders?" Raven was almost afraid to ask that question; he already knew the answer.

"Bryan Fury has become a global threat. There's too much at stake to allow him to run free anymore. Kill him!"

Raven let out a sigh. "Understood. But you better send somebody to help clear G Corp's name, or this civil war will start back as soon as it ended. Raven out."

Raven fell backwards and let out a loud groan. He was in no condition to fight, let alone eliminate one of the most dangerous men on the face of the earth. He knew that Bryan Fury would most likely break him in half in a fight, but what was he supposed to do? Betray the organization that cared for him since he was young? Trained him to have the mind of a strategist and the body of a soldier?

"Orders are orders." Raven said aloud. He willed himself to his feet and, making a ninja hand motion, leaped into the sky and vanished into the clouds. A low rumbling sound emitted as a jet descended from the sky, with Raven in the cockpit.

"Now locating the target."

TO BE CONTINUED