Tekken: 24
12:00 pm - 1:00 pm
The following takes place between 12:00 pm and 1:00 pm. Events occur in real time.
Somewhere in Japan.
12:00:00 pm: A motorcycle speeds down a busy street, weaving in and out of traffic. Whoever it is, he's reckless. The driver speeds the thing further, the speedometer already at peak speed. The T-intersection up ahead was fast turning from a blur to what would metaphorically sound like a brick wall. The driver lined the bike up, thankful that the neighborhood was clear of traffic at this time of the day. It would have been a bitch otherwise. As soon as he hit the middle of the intersection, he let go of the bike, slamming to the ground. The bike went forward, running right into the front door of a house. The bike disappeared into the house and was followed by a loud boom. The house then exploded into a giant fireball. The driver got up, appreciating his handy-work, and thanks to a bad landing, limped to the waiting car nearby.
12:04:56 pm: Hwoarang Doo San got out of the limo. He had never been this uncomfortable. He kept thinking of another time he felt this restrained, but he couldn't think of one. He walked up onto the curb, only to be flooded by reporters and paprazzi alike. The image he presented wasn't him. First off, his hair was cut short, again. Second, he was wearing a suit. He hated them. He kept tugging at the colar; he felt like someone was choking him. The suit wasn't his idea, of course. His lawyer told him to wear it. It would make him look professional.
He walked into the courthouse preparing for the worst. He was up for going AWOL and for attacking fellow officers, one of which had to take medical leave because his spleen ruptured. Hwoarang didn't think his attacks were that bad. Either that or the man was weak to begin with. The courtroom was empty. He had heard no press was allowed. The prosecuting lawyer had already arrived.
His lawyer showed him to his seat. He felt ridiculous. But he was also beginning to become suspicious. All the media outside but not a soul inside? What gives?
The judge came in from his quarters and presented himself. Since this was a somewhat military court, the judge didn't need a jury. This wasn't a strung out trial either. The judge was here to give his ruling, and based on the judge's face, Hwoarang knew it was guilty.
The judge sat down.
"I need the lawyers to leave." He said.
"What?" The prosecutor said. Hwoarang was confused.
"What's going on?" he said. He had been to court before for various charges years ago, but this was strange.
"I said, I need the lawyers to leave." The judge repeated.
"May I ask why?" Hwoarang's lawyer asked.
"You'll find out. Now go." The judge said.
The lawyer's left. Hwoarang was left with the judge.
"Sgt. Doo San." The judge said.
"Yes?" Hwoarang replied.
"I'm here to tell you that you are not going to be charged."
"What?"
"You're not being charged. In fact, you're being promoted."
"What kind of fucking joke is this?"
"It's no joke. You broke out of the base to go to a fighting tournament. Did you even realize how well-guarded that base was. The base itself was under complete lockdown. No one in or out, yet you went missing." The judge said.
"At least someone here acknowledges my work." Hwoarang said, grinning.
"I'm here to give you an assignment, Major." The judge said.
"So I'm a Major now. Didn't I miss a few ranks back there?"
"Yes. I'm assigning you as the new head officer of a special UN anti- terrorist team. Your first mission is to find a terrorist that is threatening to kill a man known as Jin Kazama." The judge said.
Hwoarang nearly fell out of the chair. He was a bit speechless that he was not only being pardoned for the insubordination, but he was promoted to Captain, and told to protect Jin Kazama. He felt like he was going to throw up. In fact, this day was bad enough. But, being in the army sounded as bad as being in jail. But at least this way he had some freedom.
"Ok. What's next?"
12:11:23 pm: Jin Kazama was sitting in a car, waiting at a stop light. He looked at his watch, wondering how much time he had just wasted waiting for the longest light in the world to turn green. He turned on the radio. The noon news report was on.
"What else do you have on the traffic report, Jack?" the announcer asked.
The light turned green, and Jin turned right, headed for home.
"Well, I don't have all the details, but it seems an explosion rocked a local neighborhood about ten minutes ago. Fire and police are just arriving, but the plume of smoke is big from this angle."
Jin turned left onto the long stretch in front of his house. He noticed the smoke, but didn't think anything of it. But in the distance, he saw it. His house was in shambles. The house next to them was also partly damaged. He pulled alongside the curb and put the car in park. He couldn't believe it. Two weeks ago, he received a death threat after he got back from the UN offices. But he didn't think they would actually go through with it. Julia had told him to not worry. But he still couldn't put it out of his head.
And now it happened. His phone rang. It was Julia. He answered it.
"Hey sweetie."
"Honey? You won't believe what I just found out."
"Yeah, same here."
"Well, you first."
"No, what did you want to tell me?"
"Well, I think I just found a possible cure for the virus!"
"Really?"
"Yeah. I mixed it with a solution that actually had sulfur in it, and The virus dissipated and the blood was still clean." Julia said, ecstatic.
"My god, that's great!"
"It is. So, go ahead, what were you going to tell me?"
Jin stared at the house and suddenly felt empty. The joy of finding a cure to the virus was amazing, but then remembering the fact that somebody wanted him dead made him forget all of that.
"Nothing, hon. I'll see you when you get home."
12:16:03 pm: The past year had changed Heihachi. The things he saw had made him change. Not necessarily for good, but to live peacefully. He didn't lift a finger for anybody else. He lived for him and him alone. He sat in his office, high up on the top floor of Mishima Zaibatsu building. The sun was high up in the sky, and the world below seemed small. He was beginning to love the time alone he spent up here, watching the city live from a bird's eye view. The only noise came from the street. The door opened behind him.
He was beginning to get good at guessing who came in to his office. Their footsteps not only gave them away, but the way they walked gave it away. His secretary was light, but her high heels gave a smack at the end of the step. Lee was soft on the heel and on the toe, almost as if he didn't want anybody to know he was coming. There were others, but Lee and his secretary were the only one's who really came in. It happened to be Lee this time, being obnoxious as usual.
"We have the results on the next prototype of Combot." Lee said loudly, his voice booming of the walls of the large office.
Heihachi winced at the sound of Lee's voice. Not only was he obnoxious, but he was loud.
"How did it perform?" Heihachi asked.
"Brillantly." Lee responded.
Heihachi looked at the files Lee dropped down in front of him. Lee was correct, the stats showed that the Combot excelled in the test phase. The scientists were able to distinguish between multiple fighting style techniques and different fighting personalities of those who participated at King of Iron Fist 4. But Heihachi didn't want to hear about this anymore. He'd had enough of evil schemes that always end up going bad. Failure after failure, his plans always seemed to crumble at the last possible moment. Last time, he tried to kidnap Jin and Kazuya in order to extract the Devil gene from within them. But, they escaped, and his plan was nothing but another failure. No more.
"Ok. You can go." He said to Lee.
Lee looked at him before he turned to go. Lee hadn't seen him like this before. Heihachi was quiet, insecure, even somewhat lazy. Lee had seen this. In fact, he was hoping it would continue. The old man had gone soft. This was the perfect time for him to strike.
Lee walked out of the office. Heihachi hit the button on his desk. His secretary once again came walking in. she really was kind. She was young, beautiful, but tall. With that brown hair, and striking eyes; Heihachi wished he was young again.
"Yes, sir?" she said.
"I need you to take a memo." He said, quietly.
She got her pad ready and looked at him when she was ready.
"I, Heihachi Mishima, am announcing The King of Iron Fist Tournament 5. The winner will receive the company, no strings attached. Only this time, I will not be fighting." he said to a stunned secretary.
12:24:58 pm: Hwoarang walked through the halls of the courthouse, being led by the "judge" who he found out was a Captain. The Captain led him to an elevator. The two entered, and Howarang wondered where he was going. The elevator was sleek and professional, colored in sliver and black. Howarang looked down onto the black tiled floor. He could see every detail in his reflection. He put his hand on his stomach, continuing to watch his reflection. He sometimes got a kick out of mirrored images. The elevator stopped, he was still looking at the floor.
"Doo San!" the captain scolded.
Hwoarang snapped to attention and looked forward. The emptiness of the elevator was mirrored by the floor they had just arrived on. He felt like he was in some sci-fi flick. The halls were white, pure white. As they began to walk, their footsteps were the only things he could hear. He wasn't used to being in places like this. It made him feel restrained. A door that Hwoarang could have sworn was something out of Star Trek opened. Inside was a normal briefing room. It was a bit anti-climactic, seeing these futuristic halls being followed by a briefing room that may have been built over ten years ago. He walked in to find two men that were probably around his age. The captain motioned for him to take a seat, as he did with the others. Hwoarang sat down and glanced at the two men next to him.
The Captain walked to the wall in front of them. He looked at the three men and grinned.
"This is hilarious. I've got three talented misfits, about to be briefed by me. I never thought I'd see the day."
"Get to the point," one of the other men said.
If Hwoarang was going to be work with these guys, he was glad. The other guy took the words from his mouth.
"Lt. Jack Fleming - England, Sgt. Chang Lin - China, meet Maj. Hwoarang Doo San - Korea. He'll be your commander on this assignment." The captain said.
The three men nodded to each other. They all looked at each other as if someone had invaded their territory. "Maj. Doo San is an expert in hand-to-hand combat, Lt. Fleming is an expert with firearms, and Sgt. Lin is an all-around soldier. The one thing you all have in common is that you don't like to take orders. Well get used to it. You're going to get orders, but consider them objectives. Take whatever means you need to get them done. Are we clear?"
The three men nodded. The captain took this as a sign of compliance. An image was projected onto the wall almost at the same time the lights began to dim. The image was of Jin Kazama.
"You mission is to protect Jin Kazama. He has come up with some top secret information for the UN and he has been targeted for death. We have intelligence reports that state that a terrorist group have hired a well- trained assassin to terminate him." The captain said.
The picture changed to a live news report. The picture showed Jin's demolished house and the police and fire crews surrounding it.
"Jin Kazama's home was destroyed approximately thirty minutes ago. So far, reports show that nobody was home. The method used was a motorcycle according to eyewitnesses. We are currently trying to find Jin and his fiancée, Julia Chang." The captain said.
12:34:31 pm: Jin was driving to Julia's lab. He didn't want a lot of people to know where he was. He didn't talk to the police when he saw his house. He had pulled off to the side of the road and lied to Julia. He just couldn't tell her then. He was in shock. But now he had had a few minutes to collect himself. He was going to go get Julia and take her to the UN offices. He had to get some protection. As far as he knew, he was the only one who knew about the death threat. Julia could take care of herself, but he could tell she didn't like threats. Something like this would definitely make her stop her research.
His phone rang. Jin looked at the ID. It was unknown. He never picked up on unknown numbers. This time he was curious. Maybe it was the people who blew up his home. Jin was known to have quite a vengeance, and now it was starting to piss him off. He answered it.
"Yes?"
"Jin Kazama?"
It was a woman's voice.
"Yes?"
"This is Olivia Hong, I'm a special assistant to the UN. We've been trying to get a hold of you." The woman said.
"What do you want?" Jin said.
"We have placed you on our protection list. When we saw that your home had been hit, we worried that you had been taken out. Now, we know that you are alive. You need to be protected." The woman said, concerned.
Jin was coming up on Julia's building.
"Ok. But I want my fiancée to join us."
"Where is she?"
"She's at her lab, I'm about to go in to see her."
"No! Mr. Kazama, the people who are behind this might know where she works. They would obviously try to kill you there."
She was right. But something about her was still off. She had only given her name, not anybody else's. He was becoming concerned.
"What do you want me to do? I'm not going to leave her behind. Not with this happening." Jin said.
"Well, Mr. Kazama. Stay where you are. I'll have a team come and pick the two of you up." Olivia said.
Jin didn't buy it. This Olivia Chang had a very familiar voice, but he just couldn't place it. When he would get off the phone, he would call the UN and check up on this woman.
"Ok. How long will you be?" Jin asked.
Jin stopped at a red light.
"Fifteen minutes." She said.
"Meet me in the parking garage next to her building." Jin said.
"Ok." She said.
They both hung up. Jin was worried about Julia. He felt like he just put her in danger. The light in front of him turned green, and he turned to go into the parking garage. His car moved down the ramp, and a delivery van stopped directly in front of him, causing him to slam on his brakes as it blocked his way. Jin got out of the car and turned around, just as something hit his neck. He felt the fuzzy tip of a tranquilizer dart. His vision became blurred as the drug quickly took effect. He collapsed to the ground and blacked out. 12:42:49 pm: Lee sat in his office. The space had a window that looked down onto the testing lab that contained his creation, Combot.
He knew this was the beginning. This would prove to people that he could run this company better than Heihachi, make more money than Heihachi ever did.
Lee walked down into the lab via his office. He hit the keys on the controls to power up Combot. He went to the computer and set up a fighting protocol with the machine.
The restraints on the machine backed off, and the machine began to walk forward. Lee stepped away from the computer and removed his shirt. He got into a fighting stance and placed himself in front of Combot.
Lee aimed his first kick for what would be Combot's face. Combot sidestepped and grabbed Lee's leg and threw him to the ground. Lee bounced up and blocked Combot's charge of punches. The machine just as quickly stopped and delivered a roundhouse kick to Lee's side, making contact. Lee winced as he backed off, trying to find another strategy to face the machine with.
The machine then switched into another fighting personality. This time, it was Heihachi's personality. Lee smiled and charged the machine, delivering a fatal blow to his opponent.
12:48:21 pm: Julia was in her lab. The good news she had given Jin had backfired. The virus somehow came back. She had separated the blood from the solution she had fixed, then tested it. Somehow, the virus had come back. She was tired and hungry. This day was already wearing her down. She had been here four hours and she thought she had a breakthrough. But then this. She felt like she was beginning to fail.
She got up from her chair at the desk and walked down the hallway to the elevator. People were walking around doing various things. They all worked for her, and kept trying to solve the puzzle of this damned gene. The setback she just had was technically minor, but it just bugged her. Jin seemed happy to hear the news earlier, and now, he'd be back to the worried state she had constantly seen him in. She hit the button for the fourth floor. The cafeteria was open and she needed to eat. She stepped off the elevator and went to the bathroom first. She didn't hear a lot of noise coming from the cafeteria; people must be back to work. Then she looked at her watch. Yeah, lunch hour ended at 12:30. Julia went into the stall when she heard somebody come into the restroom. She did her business. After a few minutes she was done, and she had been thinking about the formula of the solution she used. She had thought of a couple of different things she could try. She decided to go get some lunch, then go back down to the lab and get back to work. Julia left the stall and went to wash her hands, standing next to a blonde woman who was putting on some makeup. She must have been from the executive group that was coming into the building. Julia finished washing her hands and was drying them with a towel, when she realized something. The executive group wasn't supposed to tour the building until 5 pm tonight. She glanced at the blonde woman, who glanced back at her. Julia could have sworn she met her somewhere before, but she couldn't place it. She went back to the door.
*PFFT*
Julia heard the noise and then felt nothing. She saw the splatter of blood on the white bathroom door. It was the last thing she ever saw as she hit the ground, dead.
Behind her lifeless body, Nina Williams detached the silencer from her gun, placed it in her briefcase and left the bathroom.
12:56:54 pm: Jin continued to follow the doctor around the halls of whatever building he was in. Jin kept asking him where he was, but he got no answer.
Finally, the doctor came to a door and opened it. He walked inside and the doctor shut the door behind him. He was in some sort of locker room. He walked around the rows of lockers and didn't find anyone.
"Jin Kazama." A familiar voice said.
Jin turned around and saw the last person he expected to see: Hwoarang.
"You son of a bitch." Jin said, his anger beginning to rise.
"Sorry for the ambush back there. We bruise easily." Hwoarang said.
Hwoarang was getting a kick out of this.
Jin charged at him, knocking his shoulder right into Hwoarang's abdomen as he ran him into a wall. Hwoarang lost his breath and Jin took advantage, punching him hard in the face. Hwoarang fell to the ground, kicking out Jin's ankles along the way. Jin fell onto his ass, and Hwoarang got up onto one knee and delivered a right cross to Jin's jawbone.
"That's for cutting open my lip, fucker." Hwoarang said, offering him a hand getting up.
"What the hell do you want?" Jin asked.
"I don't want anything, except a rematch. Actually, I'm here to protect you. I was assigned to a UN task force. For the next day, I own your ass." Hwoarang said, leaving the bloody lip alone. It kind of looked cool.
Jin shook his head in disbelief.
"Oh, shit. Not you. This day is going to be hell."
Hwoarang laughed. "You have no idea."
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The following takes place between 12:00 pm and 1:00 pm. Events occur in real time.
Somewhere in Japan.
12:00:00 pm: A motorcycle speeds down a busy street, weaving in and out of traffic. Whoever it is, he's reckless. The driver speeds the thing further, the speedometer already at peak speed. The T-intersection up ahead was fast turning from a blur to what would metaphorically sound like a brick wall. The driver lined the bike up, thankful that the neighborhood was clear of traffic at this time of the day. It would have been a bitch otherwise. As soon as he hit the middle of the intersection, he let go of the bike, slamming to the ground. The bike went forward, running right into the front door of a house. The bike disappeared into the house and was followed by a loud boom. The house then exploded into a giant fireball. The driver got up, appreciating his handy-work, and thanks to a bad landing, limped to the waiting car nearby.
12:04:56 pm: Hwoarang Doo San got out of the limo. He had never been this uncomfortable. He kept thinking of another time he felt this restrained, but he couldn't think of one. He walked up onto the curb, only to be flooded by reporters and paprazzi alike. The image he presented wasn't him. First off, his hair was cut short, again. Second, he was wearing a suit. He hated them. He kept tugging at the colar; he felt like someone was choking him. The suit wasn't his idea, of course. His lawyer told him to wear it. It would make him look professional.
He walked into the courthouse preparing for the worst. He was up for going AWOL and for attacking fellow officers, one of which had to take medical leave because his spleen ruptured. Hwoarang didn't think his attacks were that bad. Either that or the man was weak to begin with. The courtroom was empty. He had heard no press was allowed. The prosecuting lawyer had already arrived.
His lawyer showed him to his seat. He felt ridiculous. But he was also beginning to become suspicious. All the media outside but not a soul inside? What gives?
The judge came in from his quarters and presented himself. Since this was a somewhat military court, the judge didn't need a jury. This wasn't a strung out trial either. The judge was here to give his ruling, and based on the judge's face, Hwoarang knew it was guilty.
The judge sat down.
"I need the lawyers to leave." He said.
"What?" The prosecutor said. Hwoarang was confused.
"What's going on?" he said. He had been to court before for various charges years ago, but this was strange.
"I said, I need the lawyers to leave." The judge repeated.
"May I ask why?" Hwoarang's lawyer asked.
"You'll find out. Now go." The judge said.
The lawyer's left. Hwoarang was left with the judge.
"Sgt. Doo San." The judge said.
"Yes?" Hwoarang replied.
"I'm here to tell you that you are not going to be charged."
"What?"
"You're not being charged. In fact, you're being promoted."
"What kind of fucking joke is this?"
"It's no joke. You broke out of the base to go to a fighting tournament. Did you even realize how well-guarded that base was. The base itself was under complete lockdown. No one in or out, yet you went missing." The judge said.
"At least someone here acknowledges my work." Hwoarang said, grinning.
"I'm here to give you an assignment, Major." The judge said.
"So I'm a Major now. Didn't I miss a few ranks back there?"
"Yes. I'm assigning you as the new head officer of a special UN anti- terrorist team. Your first mission is to find a terrorist that is threatening to kill a man known as Jin Kazama." The judge said.
Hwoarang nearly fell out of the chair. He was a bit speechless that he was not only being pardoned for the insubordination, but he was promoted to Captain, and told to protect Jin Kazama. He felt like he was going to throw up. In fact, this day was bad enough. But, being in the army sounded as bad as being in jail. But at least this way he had some freedom.
"Ok. What's next?"
12:11:23 pm: Jin Kazama was sitting in a car, waiting at a stop light. He looked at his watch, wondering how much time he had just wasted waiting for the longest light in the world to turn green. He turned on the radio. The noon news report was on.
"What else do you have on the traffic report, Jack?" the announcer asked.
The light turned green, and Jin turned right, headed for home.
"Well, I don't have all the details, but it seems an explosion rocked a local neighborhood about ten minutes ago. Fire and police are just arriving, but the plume of smoke is big from this angle."
Jin turned left onto the long stretch in front of his house. He noticed the smoke, but didn't think anything of it. But in the distance, he saw it. His house was in shambles. The house next to them was also partly damaged. He pulled alongside the curb and put the car in park. He couldn't believe it. Two weeks ago, he received a death threat after he got back from the UN offices. But he didn't think they would actually go through with it. Julia had told him to not worry. But he still couldn't put it out of his head.
And now it happened. His phone rang. It was Julia. He answered it.
"Hey sweetie."
"Honey? You won't believe what I just found out."
"Yeah, same here."
"Well, you first."
"No, what did you want to tell me?"
"Well, I think I just found a possible cure for the virus!"
"Really?"
"Yeah. I mixed it with a solution that actually had sulfur in it, and The virus dissipated and the blood was still clean." Julia said, ecstatic.
"My god, that's great!"
"It is. So, go ahead, what were you going to tell me?"
Jin stared at the house and suddenly felt empty. The joy of finding a cure to the virus was amazing, but then remembering the fact that somebody wanted him dead made him forget all of that.
"Nothing, hon. I'll see you when you get home."
12:16:03 pm: The past year had changed Heihachi. The things he saw had made him change. Not necessarily for good, but to live peacefully. He didn't lift a finger for anybody else. He lived for him and him alone. He sat in his office, high up on the top floor of Mishima Zaibatsu building. The sun was high up in the sky, and the world below seemed small. He was beginning to love the time alone he spent up here, watching the city live from a bird's eye view. The only noise came from the street. The door opened behind him.
He was beginning to get good at guessing who came in to his office. Their footsteps not only gave them away, but the way they walked gave it away. His secretary was light, but her high heels gave a smack at the end of the step. Lee was soft on the heel and on the toe, almost as if he didn't want anybody to know he was coming. There were others, but Lee and his secretary were the only one's who really came in. It happened to be Lee this time, being obnoxious as usual.
"We have the results on the next prototype of Combot." Lee said loudly, his voice booming of the walls of the large office.
Heihachi winced at the sound of Lee's voice. Not only was he obnoxious, but he was loud.
"How did it perform?" Heihachi asked.
"Brillantly." Lee responded.
Heihachi looked at the files Lee dropped down in front of him. Lee was correct, the stats showed that the Combot excelled in the test phase. The scientists were able to distinguish between multiple fighting style techniques and different fighting personalities of those who participated at King of Iron Fist 4. But Heihachi didn't want to hear about this anymore. He'd had enough of evil schemes that always end up going bad. Failure after failure, his plans always seemed to crumble at the last possible moment. Last time, he tried to kidnap Jin and Kazuya in order to extract the Devil gene from within them. But, they escaped, and his plan was nothing but another failure. No more.
"Ok. You can go." He said to Lee.
Lee looked at him before he turned to go. Lee hadn't seen him like this before. Heihachi was quiet, insecure, even somewhat lazy. Lee had seen this. In fact, he was hoping it would continue. The old man had gone soft. This was the perfect time for him to strike.
Lee walked out of the office. Heihachi hit the button on his desk. His secretary once again came walking in. she really was kind. She was young, beautiful, but tall. With that brown hair, and striking eyes; Heihachi wished he was young again.
"Yes, sir?" she said.
"I need you to take a memo." He said, quietly.
She got her pad ready and looked at him when she was ready.
"I, Heihachi Mishima, am announcing The King of Iron Fist Tournament 5. The winner will receive the company, no strings attached. Only this time, I will not be fighting." he said to a stunned secretary.
12:24:58 pm: Hwoarang walked through the halls of the courthouse, being led by the "judge" who he found out was a Captain. The Captain led him to an elevator. The two entered, and Howarang wondered where he was going. The elevator was sleek and professional, colored in sliver and black. Howarang looked down onto the black tiled floor. He could see every detail in his reflection. He put his hand on his stomach, continuing to watch his reflection. He sometimes got a kick out of mirrored images. The elevator stopped, he was still looking at the floor.
"Doo San!" the captain scolded.
Hwoarang snapped to attention and looked forward. The emptiness of the elevator was mirrored by the floor they had just arrived on. He felt like he was in some sci-fi flick. The halls were white, pure white. As they began to walk, their footsteps were the only things he could hear. He wasn't used to being in places like this. It made him feel restrained. A door that Hwoarang could have sworn was something out of Star Trek opened. Inside was a normal briefing room. It was a bit anti-climactic, seeing these futuristic halls being followed by a briefing room that may have been built over ten years ago. He walked in to find two men that were probably around his age. The captain motioned for him to take a seat, as he did with the others. Hwoarang sat down and glanced at the two men next to him.
The Captain walked to the wall in front of them. He looked at the three men and grinned.
"This is hilarious. I've got three talented misfits, about to be briefed by me. I never thought I'd see the day."
"Get to the point," one of the other men said.
If Hwoarang was going to be work with these guys, he was glad. The other guy took the words from his mouth.
"Lt. Jack Fleming - England, Sgt. Chang Lin - China, meet Maj. Hwoarang Doo San - Korea. He'll be your commander on this assignment." The captain said.
The three men nodded to each other. They all looked at each other as if someone had invaded their territory. "Maj. Doo San is an expert in hand-to-hand combat, Lt. Fleming is an expert with firearms, and Sgt. Lin is an all-around soldier. The one thing you all have in common is that you don't like to take orders. Well get used to it. You're going to get orders, but consider them objectives. Take whatever means you need to get them done. Are we clear?"
The three men nodded. The captain took this as a sign of compliance. An image was projected onto the wall almost at the same time the lights began to dim. The image was of Jin Kazama.
"You mission is to protect Jin Kazama. He has come up with some top secret information for the UN and he has been targeted for death. We have intelligence reports that state that a terrorist group have hired a well- trained assassin to terminate him." The captain said.
The picture changed to a live news report. The picture showed Jin's demolished house and the police and fire crews surrounding it.
"Jin Kazama's home was destroyed approximately thirty minutes ago. So far, reports show that nobody was home. The method used was a motorcycle according to eyewitnesses. We are currently trying to find Jin and his fiancée, Julia Chang." The captain said.
12:34:31 pm: Jin was driving to Julia's lab. He didn't want a lot of people to know where he was. He didn't talk to the police when he saw his house. He had pulled off to the side of the road and lied to Julia. He just couldn't tell her then. He was in shock. But now he had had a few minutes to collect himself. He was going to go get Julia and take her to the UN offices. He had to get some protection. As far as he knew, he was the only one who knew about the death threat. Julia could take care of herself, but he could tell she didn't like threats. Something like this would definitely make her stop her research.
His phone rang. Jin looked at the ID. It was unknown. He never picked up on unknown numbers. This time he was curious. Maybe it was the people who blew up his home. Jin was known to have quite a vengeance, and now it was starting to piss him off. He answered it.
"Yes?"
"Jin Kazama?"
It was a woman's voice.
"Yes?"
"This is Olivia Hong, I'm a special assistant to the UN. We've been trying to get a hold of you." The woman said.
"What do you want?" Jin said.
"We have placed you on our protection list. When we saw that your home had been hit, we worried that you had been taken out. Now, we know that you are alive. You need to be protected." The woman said, concerned.
Jin was coming up on Julia's building.
"Ok. But I want my fiancée to join us."
"Where is she?"
"She's at her lab, I'm about to go in to see her."
"No! Mr. Kazama, the people who are behind this might know where she works. They would obviously try to kill you there."
She was right. But something about her was still off. She had only given her name, not anybody else's. He was becoming concerned.
"What do you want me to do? I'm not going to leave her behind. Not with this happening." Jin said.
"Well, Mr. Kazama. Stay where you are. I'll have a team come and pick the two of you up." Olivia said.
Jin didn't buy it. This Olivia Chang had a very familiar voice, but he just couldn't place it. When he would get off the phone, he would call the UN and check up on this woman.
"Ok. How long will you be?" Jin asked.
Jin stopped at a red light.
"Fifteen minutes." She said.
"Meet me in the parking garage next to her building." Jin said.
"Ok." She said.
They both hung up. Jin was worried about Julia. He felt like he just put her in danger. The light in front of him turned green, and he turned to go into the parking garage. His car moved down the ramp, and a delivery van stopped directly in front of him, causing him to slam on his brakes as it blocked his way. Jin got out of the car and turned around, just as something hit his neck. He felt the fuzzy tip of a tranquilizer dart. His vision became blurred as the drug quickly took effect. He collapsed to the ground and blacked out. 12:42:49 pm: Lee sat in his office. The space had a window that looked down onto the testing lab that contained his creation, Combot.
He knew this was the beginning. This would prove to people that he could run this company better than Heihachi, make more money than Heihachi ever did.
Lee walked down into the lab via his office. He hit the keys on the controls to power up Combot. He went to the computer and set up a fighting protocol with the machine.
The restraints on the machine backed off, and the machine began to walk forward. Lee stepped away from the computer and removed his shirt. He got into a fighting stance and placed himself in front of Combot.
Lee aimed his first kick for what would be Combot's face. Combot sidestepped and grabbed Lee's leg and threw him to the ground. Lee bounced up and blocked Combot's charge of punches. The machine just as quickly stopped and delivered a roundhouse kick to Lee's side, making contact. Lee winced as he backed off, trying to find another strategy to face the machine with.
The machine then switched into another fighting personality. This time, it was Heihachi's personality. Lee smiled and charged the machine, delivering a fatal blow to his opponent.
12:48:21 pm: Julia was in her lab. The good news she had given Jin had backfired. The virus somehow came back. She had separated the blood from the solution she had fixed, then tested it. Somehow, the virus had come back. She was tired and hungry. This day was already wearing her down. She had been here four hours and she thought she had a breakthrough. But then this. She felt like she was beginning to fail.
She got up from her chair at the desk and walked down the hallway to the elevator. People were walking around doing various things. They all worked for her, and kept trying to solve the puzzle of this damned gene. The setback she just had was technically minor, but it just bugged her. Jin seemed happy to hear the news earlier, and now, he'd be back to the worried state she had constantly seen him in. She hit the button for the fourth floor. The cafeteria was open and she needed to eat. She stepped off the elevator and went to the bathroom first. She didn't hear a lot of noise coming from the cafeteria; people must be back to work. Then she looked at her watch. Yeah, lunch hour ended at 12:30. Julia went into the stall when she heard somebody come into the restroom. She did her business. After a few minutes she was done, and she had been thinking about the formula of the solution she used. She had thought of a couple of different things she could try. She decided to go get some lunch, then go back down to the lab and get back to work. Julia left the stall and went to wash her hands, standing next to a blonde woman who was putting on some makeup. She must have been from the executive group that was coming into the building. Julia finished washing her hands and was drying them with a towel, when she realized something. The executive group wasn't supposed to tour the building until 5 pm tonight. She glanced at the blonde woman, who glanced back at her. Julia could have sworn she met her somewhere before, but she couldn't place it. She went back to the door.
*PFFT*
Julia heard the noise and then felt nothing. She saw the splatter of blood on the white bathroom door. It was the last thing she ever saw as she hit the ground, dead.
Behind her lifeless body, Nina Williams detached the silencer from her gun, placed it in her briefcase and left the bathroom.
12:56:54 pm: Jin continued to follow the doctor around the halls of whatever building he was in. Jin kept asking him where he was, but he got no answer.
Finally, the doctor came to a door and opened it. He walked inside and the doctor shut the door behind him. He was in some sort of locker room. He walked around the rows of lockers and didn't find anyone.
"Jin Kazama." A familiar voice said.
Jin turned around and saw the last person he expected to see: Hwoarang.
"You son of a bitch." Jin said, his anger beginning to rise.
"Sorry for the ambush back there. We bruise easily." Hwoarang said.
Hwoarang was getting a kick out of this.
Jin charged at him, knocking his shoulder right into Hwoarang's abdomen as he ran him into a wall. Hwoarang lost his breath and Jin took advantage, punching him hard in the face. Hwoarang fell to the ground, kicking out Jin's ankles along the way. Jin fell onto his ass, and Hwoarang got up onto one knee and delivered a right cross to Jin's jawbone.
"That's for cutting open my lip, fucker." Hwoarang said, offering him a hand getting up.
"What the hell do you want?" Jin asked.
"I don't want anything, except a rematch. Actually, I'm here to protect you. I was assigned to a UN task force. For the next day, I own your ass." Hwoarang said, leaving the bloody lip alone. It kind of looked cool.
Jin shook his head in disbelief.
"Oh, shit. Not you. This day is going to be hell."
Hwoarang laughed. "You have no idea."
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