The assassin raised her scope. Her target stood laughing with a young girl. It would be a joy to make her scream. The first three were warnings; now it was time to go after the real targets. The boy was the first of them, the youngest of the family. The girl was just a bonus. The assassin pulled the trigger and blood splattered on the young girl's face. The assassin smiled as she thought she almost heard the girl's screams. She pulled the trigger again and the girl was dead on the cement next to him. And the assassin scurried off unnoticed.

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"Two more," J.J. frowned. "Jin Kazama and Ling Xiaoyu."

"J.J., we need to contact everyone in this tournament and let them know that they could be the targets of a long distance serial killer." African American agent Derek Morgan picked up his cell phone and started dialing the familiar number. "Garcia, we need the addresses of the latest victim's closest living relatives please. Thanks, baby girl."

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"Kazuya Mishima, I am FBI agent Derek Morgan. I regret to inform you that your son has been shot. We fear that your life may be in danger as well." Kazuya snorted in response. "Do you know anyone who would want to hurt the members of this tournament?"

"Just the people in this tournament," Kazuya laughed.

"Is there anyone who stands out more than others?"

"I don't know," Kazuya started to get angry. "Are we done now?" He hated when people, especially cops, got into his business.

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Morgan got back to the station, shaking his head. "Kazuya Mishima was no help. It was almost as though he didn't care that his son was dead."

"So he is a suspect then?" Emily Prentiss asked.

"I don't think he did it, but he might know something." Morgan sat down in a chair. "Did you find out anything?"

"Ling Xiaoyu's grandfather Wang Jinrei said that he doesn't know anyone in the tournament who uses a gun. It was strictly hand-to-hand combat, though there were two that used swords."

"Excuse me," an Asian man walked into the station carrying a gun at his hip. "You are FBI?" he asked Prentiss.

"Yes, sir, I am. What can I do for you?"

"My name is Lei Wulong. I am a detective from Hong Kong. I wondered if you needed help with your investigation." He gave a small smile.

Prentiss looked to the board where all the tournament members were posted up and noticed his picture was one of them. "Yes, I do believe we could use your help."

"We were able to connect all of the victims to the fighting tournament," Morgan said. "Of all the tournament members, which of you are familiar with a gun? We know that our UnSub is a skilled shot."

"I can only think of myself and the Williams sisters."