Looking at Dai with a furrowed brow, and then back at the red light, the guard blinked a few times, clearly puzzled.

I'll try it again, he mumbled. The commander turned slightly-

Don't bother, Dai said, springing into action. A swift blow with the edge of her hand to the commander's throat knocked him into unconsciousness. She threw another guard over her shoulder, away from the doorway and into the lab. When calculating what action to take, she had decided that the guards probably wouldn't want to open fire on valuable Mishima property. However, she wasn't prepared to risk her life on that assessment, so if she could scatter them around, they would probably be discouraged from shooting, for fear of hitting a comrade. Of course, that was assuming that they had enough humanity to care about such matters.

For the moment, it seemed they did, settling for hand-to-hand combat. Of course, her plan had the unfortunate side-effect that she was being attacked from all directions, but she knew she could more than hold her own. A little too well...

She frowned as she knocked another guard unconscious, slamming the back of his neck with the butt of his own gun. The guards were also fighting...a janitor?

A smile crept along her face as she whipped out a stun gun from a prone guard's belt. Whirling around, she made short work of the remainder of the guards.

Nice mop. Very Jackie Chan.

Hwoarang shrugged with a grin.

she began, pillaging the comatose guards for useful equipment, I'm hurt. Why didn't you tell me you had a new job?

Hwoarang smirked as he threw a machine gun round his neck. What can I say? I'd heard that women love men in uniform.

Speaking of which, Dai said as she stood, appraising Hwoarang's attire. Where did you get that from?

They began walking briskly down the corridor. It surely wouldn't be long before the alarm was raised, and a whole host of troops came down on them. Hwoarang glanced round the corner, and signalled the all-clear.

Do you really want to know? he grinned. Dai laughed.

Probably not. It looks like it was designed to be a tight fit on an anorexic whippet.

A what? Hwoarang began, but his face turned serious. Elevator's coming up. Through here-

They edged through a doorway into a vertigo inducing stairway, and began running down it.

I don't know how we're going to get out, Dai said grimly. The whole place will be in lock down in a few minutes.

I'm hoping they won't come through here - these are the service areas. The guards seem pretty dim...

They were. The next lot will-

She paused. Below them was the distinct sound of booted feet.

Heading up.

Next floor, we get off, Hwoarang hissed. Dai nodded her assent.

As they closed the door behind them, Dai rammed a metallic object into the lock. Satisfied with her work, she turned to Hwoarang.

And saw the troops blocking all exits.

Halt! Surrender, or we shoot!

Hwoarang muttered. Any bright ideas?

Dai glanced down both ends of the corridor. These weren't just ordinary guards, they were Tekken Force. They were all ready and prepared to fire, so using the purloined guns was not an option. There was three walls, a sealed up door, and a window with a fabulous view of Tokyo.

She couldn't be captured. Looking at Hwoarang, and at the grimness on his face, she could tell he didn't particularly favour the idea either.

The following moments were chaotic for Hwoarang as Dai grabbed hold of him, and began running the short distance to the window. As the Tekken Force began shooting, Dai forcibly hurled both herself and Hwoarang through the toughened glass.

It shouldn't have been possible, Hwoarang thought. Buildings in Tokyo are designed to withstand earthquakes. Bizarrely, he remembered the story of the man who had repeatedly demonstrated the toughness of the glass in his office's window, only for it to one day shatter, leaving him to plunge over a hundred stories to his death. Dimly, Hwoarang wondered if the same fate was to befall him, as he lost consciousness.