Tekken 24
Disclaimer: Don't own "24" or "Tekken".
The following takes place between 1:00 pm and 2:00 pm.
Events occur in real time.
1:00:00- Lee lied on the floor of the lab. He was giving up. The beating he had just received was proof that Combot was the best fighting machine ever built. He began to raise himself up. He spit out a good amount of blood from his mouth.
He had been beaten to a pulp. He had never felt the pain like this before. He was wondering if he'd broken a couple of ribs. He stood up and walked over to the robot, which went into standby mode after Lee was knocked out. He admired how the robot could fight anybody and not even break a sweat, no matter how good they were. He loved at how the machine could read a person's moves and copy that exact same move in the exact same style. Lee picked up his shirt and headed for the showers, he needed it.
1:03:12- Jin followed Hwoarang into the briefing room, where Hwoarang knew they wouldn't be disturbed. He motioned for Jin to sit, and then sat down himself. He had to take care of this. It wasn't going to be plastic surgery, but the slight interrogation to Jin might push his buttons. And after experiencing Jin's little outburst, Hwoarang didn't want to waste all his energy on fighting just right now.
"Jin, I need to go through a few things with you."
Jin sat back in his chair, lounging.
"What's that?" Jin asked.
"Records. My punishment you could say." He said, flipping through the files, not sure where to start.
Jin smirked. Hwoarang saw it out of the corner of his eye.
"What's so funny?" He asked, still paying attention to the files.
"Nothing. It's just odd to see you actually serious about something other than kicking my ass for once." Jin said.
"Well, I decided it was serious after seeing your house blowing up on the news." Hwoarang said.
Jin went straight-faced.
"Yeah, I guess that would be pretty serious, wouldn't it?" Jin said.
Hwoarang took the pen off of the folder and began to write. He didn't even look at Jin as he asked him the questions.
"Spouse?"
"Julia Chang."
"Her home address?"
"The new lab building on Komita. I don't know the number." Jin said.
"She still doing that science crap?" Hwoarang asked, off-topic.
"Yep." Jin said, tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair as he continued to lounge back on it.
Hwoarang finished the writing in the file. He closed it, put his hands together and looked at Jin with the serious look still on his face. Jin just looked right back.
"Tell me about the Devil gene." Hwoarang asked.
Jin paused for a moment.
"The gene was originally inherited by the men in my family. It's a very complicated, mysterious, and baffling. Somehow it is laced into the DNA of the subject's blood. We still don't know why it skipped Heihachi. His father had it, my father had it, and I have it. I went to Julia, asked her for help. She had tried to research for a cure at first, but then we found something. There was a virus that my father contracted about five months ago. The virus caused the gene to react, and he turned into a devil."
"A devil? Like you with the wings and such? Hwoarang asked.
"No. A devil. Blue skin, red eyes, demonic wings, horns even. A devil." Jin said.
"Jesus. How long did this last?"
"After he turned into the devil, he disappeared. Two weeks ago, he came back. He was the Kazuya we all know and love." Jin said.
"Are you afraid of it?" Hwoarang said.
Jin never responded.
"I'll take that as a yes." Hwoarang said.
1:10:24- Nina Williams walked onto the roof of Julia's building and pulled out her phone. She looked across the way and could just barely see the flags of the local courthouse, about one mile down the street.
She quickly dialed her speed dial. A man picked up.
"Yeah." He said.
"It's me. Is the team ready?" she said.
"Yeah. We're waiting for the order."
"The courthouse down on Komita." she said.
Nina took out a PDA that showed pictures from an infrared satellite. There was a strong signal coming from a beacon at the back of the courthouse.
"He's in the south part of the building. Check for elevators. He's probably underground." She said, hanging up after finishing the sentence.
Down below, a truck belonging to a Japanese U-haul business pulled off the curb and traveled for the courthouse.
1:13:58- Heihachi sat in front of his computer. He wasn't happy. He had pulled up the security cameras in the lab and watched the whole fight between Lee and the Combot. He wasn't mad about Lee being beaten, but that the fact that the Combot was too damn good. He brought up the files on Combot. The lists of the fighting data came up. He debated whether he wanted to just simply delete the files and get it over with. He didn't want Combot. It was just too powerful. He hit the button on his desk.
The secretary walked in.
"What's my schedule for the rest of the day?" Heihachi asked.
"You have a meeting with a confidential client at two, a briefing over the Combot results at three, and you have a tour of the new Mishima Labs building at 5." She said.
"Good. That's all." Heihachi said.
Heihachi sighed at put his head in his hands. After a moment, he got up and went towards his private dojo. He needed to get his blood pumping. He was bored too.
1:17:33- The oversized U-haul truck pulled up to the loading bay door of the warehouse. It had originally been installed to escort protected witnesses away from possible sniper fire, but lately it was used to transport food for the kitchen staff. Today was the last day it would be standing. The door to the truck flew open and a man dressed in tactical gear placed a C4 charge on the door. He patted the side of the truck, and the driver pulled it forward. The loading bay door then exploded into flames as it flew off. The truck pulled back up to the door, and about twenty men entered the courthouse carrying MP5's and shotguns, all in tactical gear.
1:20:49- Hwoarang was in the locker room changing when the explosion sounded. He finished putting his T-shirt on, grabbed his USP .45 sidearm, and ran into the hallway. A few people were frantically running around, thinking 9/11 was happening all over again. Upstairs, machine gun fire sounded off. Hwoarang ran into another room, specifically set aside for living quarters and found Jin. He looked just as worried as all the people running around.
"What the hell was that?" Jin asked.
"It was a bomb, we got to get out of here, now!" Hwoarang said, pulling Jin's arm towards the door.
Hwoarang heard a woman scream, followed by the sound of a shotgun shell coming into contact with human flesh. He remembered the sound and the smell all too well. He peeked out the door to find two men coming towards him. Luckily, they were looking in a different direction when he looked. He squatted down onto one knee, and counted to three. He poked his head out of the doorway, gun arm out along with it. Hwoarang popped off the first shot, hitting the front-most guard in the groin.
He aimed to the left, at the second-most guard and popped off two more rounds, hitting the man in the face both times. He then returned to the first guard who was screaming and lying in a growing pool of his own blood. Hwoarang aimed at the man's head and fired.
Hwoarang turned to face Jin.
"You know how to use one of these?" Hwoarang asked.
"Kind of." Jin said, holding the gun.
Jin could notice the droplets of blood on the gun, definitely splatter.
"Follow me, and stay close." Hwoarang said, pulling out into the hall.
Hwoarang took the two dead men's guns, a MP5, and a shotgun. Hwoarang strapped the shotgun to his back and then brought the MP5 to his shoulder, and his finger on the trigger. He kept looking forward at the t- intersection of hallway that was in front of them.
"Watch our backs, you see anything, shoot it." Hwoarang said, quickly moving forward.
Jin was lost. He didn't understand what was happening. Hwoarang, "the long red-headed, loud-mouthed, cocky, fighting son of a bitch" had turned into Hwoarang "the semi-short red-headed, quiet and professional, killing motherfucker." And all in the four years since the third tournament when he first met him.
Hwoarang checked the halls. They were clear. The two men road the elevator to the main floor of the courthouse. The down arrow light on the elevator clicked on.
"Good. We just missed them." Jin said.
"Not that good. They'll take the stairs." Hwoarang pointed out.
He looked up at the ceiling, wondering if he should hide on the top of the elevator car. He decided against it.
The doors slid open and Hwoarang check the angle from the side he was on. Jin was on the other side. Hwoarang knew he wasn't used to this. He was curious what would happen if he was shot at.
"We clear on that side?"
Jin glanced out into the hall.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Whatever. Let's go." He said, going into the hall. Jin walked backward, gun pointed forward, taking the rear.
The two made it into the front hall of the courthouse. There were bodies, but not as many as Hwoarang had seen. He looked out and saw one of the men that was assigned to him, Fleming, was down. He was dead. An MP5 strapped around his shoulder.
Hwoarang decided to avoid the main hall. It would take just a well-placed sniper to take them both out. It was a deathtrap. The two moved back in the hall they just came from. Forty feet away, Hwoarang heard footsteps coming, the he saw the shadows hiding around the corner. The beauty of being a man who knows Tae-Kwon-Do is that you know how to be light on your feet. Hwoarang always knew how to run silently. He held his breath as he ran to the corner, not making a sound, even with boots on. The man on the other side of the corner had been standing still, back turned towards him.
Hwoarang tried to be careful. The daylight was pouring through the windows, and it was conviently at the angle that if Hwoarang went into the light, the shadow would appear in front of the other man, and blow the surprise.
Hwoarang continued to study the shadow. He didn't recognize it. He looked back at Jin for a second, noticing that he had caught on to the idea of how to watch somebody's back. Jin had squatted to the floor and hi gun pointed out in the direction of the main hall, just waiting for something to move. Hwoarang then turned his attention back to the man around the corner. The man began to turn around when, WHAM!
The man lost consciousness after seeing the boot-covered foot move away from his face.
"Jin! Let's go." Hwoarang said.
1:35:06- Lee could hear the grunts from outside the dojo. He walked in to hear Heihachi give an amazing battle cry as he punched his hand directly through the bag. It took a moment for Heihachi to pull his hand out of the bag.
Lee clapped. It was kind of funny to watch an old man take his anger out on a harmless punching bag, especially seeing as now, Heihachi would need a new one.
"What do you need, Lee?"
Lee came here to do what he had been planning on doing, to take over. Right here, right now.
"I need to tell you something." Lee said.
"What?"
"Well, it's a moment I'm going to cherish for a long while to come."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I'm taking over." He said.
"Really." Heihachi said, tightening the belt on his uniform.
"Yes. You've been going soft when it comes to production of Combot. I tested it out myself about an hour ago to make sure it was ready." Lee said.
"I know. I watched you get your ass kicked." Heihachi said, not amused by any of this.
"Which proves that it needs to be mass-produced." Lee said.
"I've spent a lot of time thinking about that. An independent A.I. taking the place of human fighters? It takes the fun out of the sport, if you ask me." Heihachi said.
"Not just fighters. Soldiers." Lee said.
*Not this crap again,* Heihachi thought.
He had offers from military contractors, asking if Combot would be able to fight like a soldier. He didn't like the idea much anymore. Maybe it was because he had a fighter's heart and didn't like the idea of a machine that had no soul taking his place, or maybe because it just didn't seem ethical. Whatever the reason, he still said no.
"It's unethical." He finally said.
"The contractors called me. Asked me if I thought it sounded like a good deal. I happened to agree with them. They're planning on offering us over $100 billion! Think of how revolutionary this would be." Lee said, starting to sound like a desperate businessman.
"And revolutions can go both ways, Lee. Good and bad." Heihachi said, defending his point.
"Whatever. The board of directors wants to see you at three this afternoon. They'll have a vote. Be there." Lee said.
He then left the room, leaving Heihachi thinking whatever he wanted to think.
1:43:54- Nina arrived at her drop point. Phase A was in progress. The courthouse was being taken, they just needed Jin alive. That wouldn't be too difficult.
She was on top of a large building. It had become very windy in less than thirty minutes. It didn't matter. She knew how to shoot under extreme conditions. She pulled her rifle out and waited for her target to show himself.
1:45:25- Hwoarang ran back into the offices of the courthouse. Jin was covering the hallway. Hwoarang knew the building wasn't safe, they had to relocate.
*So much for the UN team,* he thought.
He had found the other member of the team lying dead in the kitchen. He was shot dead while grabbing a bite to eat. It must have happened a few seconds after the explosion. He continued to rifle though a desk until he came upon a key ring with a single key on it. A piece of paper was on it along with the key. The writing on it had to be from a dealership. The paper read: "2003 Crimson BMW 740il". Hwoarang glanced outside the window next to him. About a hundred feet away was a Crimson BMW. Hwoarang chuckled at his natural dumb luck. Then he heard four shots coming from the hall.
"I could use some help here!" Jin yelled.
Hwoarang looked at the exit in front of him. Jin was backing up into the office, firing like crazy. Hwoarang wondered if they would be able to make it to the ground floor safely if they jumped out the window. They were on the third floor, and he didn't think they would.
"Oh, fuck it." He said aloud.
Hwoarang took the machine gun and fired at the window. The window shattered into a hundred pieces.
"Kazama! Let's go!" He yelled.
Jin was already in the office. He slammed the door shut and pushed a desk in front of the door. Jin came over to the window and looked down, nothing but concrete below. It would be a tricky landing.
"Fuck it." Jin said, and jumped.
The door blew open thanks to a grenade. The soldiers began to rush, but Hwoarang shot off a couple rounds of the MP5. They backed off for a moment, and he took the chance to jump. The jump had to be fifty feet at least. Hwoarang landed with more force on his foot than he should have and fell down, pain shooting up his right leg. He let out a minor yelp, and looked back up at the window. The soldiers were looking out the window. Hwoarang took the gun and fired at them, hitting one in the arm.
Hwoarang got up and took the key from his pocket, threw it to Jin and pointed at the BMW. Jin started the car and pulled it around. The sunroof came down less than a second later, and Hwoarang jumped into it, the return fire from the soldiers upstairs just missing him.
They got away, for now.
Hwoarang sat down in the backseat and checked his ankle. He didn't think it was broken, but he could hardly move it. And when he did, it hurt like hell.
"You ok?" Jin asked.
"I think I jammed my ankle." Hwoarang responded.
Jin looked at the front console. A phone was lying on a charger. He grabbed it and immediately began dialing.
"Who you calling?" Hwoarang asked.
"Help." He responded.
1:55:31- Heihachi was coming back into his office when his secretary came over the speakerphone.
"Your grandson is on line 1, sir." she said.
*Why would Jin be calling?* he thought.
Jin hated him. More than he hated the devil gene inside of him. This was too much of a surprise. He picked up the phone.
"Jin?" he said.
"I need help." Jin said.
"What's wrong?" he said.
"I've been targeted. Somebody is trying to kill me." Jin responded.
"Where are you?" he said.
"I'm headed to your office, now. I would head over to Julia's lab, but I think she's dead." He said, thinking aloud.
"My god." Heihachi said.
He could hear in the background gunfire.
"Get some people ready, we should be there in about ten minutes!" Jin yelled.
The line was then disconnected.
Heihachi hesitated for a second then picked up the phone to call his security department.
1:57:52- Hwoarang returned fire to the two SUV's that were quickly gaining on them. He had no more ammo in the MP5, but he still had the shotgun from earlier. He continued to blast away, ducking when they fired at him.
Jin hoped they would make it as he fishtailed through a busy intersection. At this point, not hitting another car was sheer luck.
Hwoarang hit the trigger on the shotgun and it clicked.
"Fucking." he screamed. He took the shotgun and threw it at the black's SUV's. He pulled out his USP and checked the clip. Twelve shots left. He popped out again from the sunroof and fired.
1:59:57. 1:59:58. 1:59:59. 2:00:00.
Disclaimer: Don't own "24" or "Tekken".
The following takes place between 1:00 pm and 2:00 pm.
Events occur in real time.
1:00:00- Lee lied on the floor of the lab. He was giving up. The beating he had just received was proof that Combot was the best fighting machine ever built. He began to raise himself up. He spit out a good amount of blood from his mouth.
He had been beaten to a pulp. He had never felt the pain like this before. He was wondering if he'd broken a couple of ribs. He stood up and walked over to the robot, which went into standby mode after Lee was knocked out. He admired how the robot could fight anybody and not even break a sweat, no matter how good they were. He loved at how the machine could read a person's moves and copy that exact same move in the exact same style. Lee picked up his shirt and headed for the showers, he needed it.
1:03:12- Jin followed Hwoarang into the briefing room, where Hwoarang knew they wouldn't be disturbed. He motioned for Jin to sit, and then sat down himself. He had to take care of this. It wasn't going to be plastic surgery, but the slight interrogation to Jin might push his buttons. And after experiencing Jin's little outburst, Hwoarang didn't want to waste all his energy on fighting just right now.
"Jin, I need to go through a few things with you."
Jin sat back in his chair, lounging.
"What's that?" Jin asked.
"Records. My punishment you could say." He said, flipping through the files, not sure where to start.
Jin smirked. Hwoarang saw it out of the corner of his eye.
"What's so funny?" He asked, still paying attention to the files.
"Nothing. It's just odd to see you actually serious about something other than kicking my ass for once." Jin said.
"Well, I decided it was serious after seeing your house blowing up on the news." Hwoarang said.
Jin went straight-faced.
"Yeah, I guess that would be pretty serious, wouldn't it?" Jin said.
Hwoarang took the pen off of the folder and began to write. He didn't even look at Jin as he asked him the questions.
"Spouse?"
"Julia Chang."
"Her home address?"
"The new lab building on Komita. I don't know the number." Jin said.
"She still doing that science crap?" Hwoarang asked, off-topic.
"Yep." Jin said, tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair as he continued to lounge back on it.
Hwoarang finished the writing in the file. He closed it, put his hands together and looked at Jin with the serious look still on his face. Jin just looked right back.
"Tell me about the Devil gene." Hwoarang asked.
Jin paused for a moment.
"The gene was originally inherited by the men in my family. It's a very complicated, mysterious, and baffling. Somehow it is laced into the DNA of the subject's blood. We still don't know why it skipped Heihachi. His father had it, my father had it, and I have it. I went to Julia, asked her for help. She had tried to research for a cure at first, but then we found something. There was a virus that my father contracted about five months ago. The virus caused the gene to react, and he turned into a devil."
"A devil? Like you with the wings and such? Hwoarang asked.
"No. A devil. Blue skin, red eyes, demonic wings, horns even. A devil." Jin said.
"Jesus. How long did this last?"
"After he turned into the devil, he disappeared. Two weeks ago, he came back. He was the Kazuya we all know and love." Jin said.
"Are you afraid of it?" Hwoarang said.
Jin never responded.
"I'll take that as a yes." Hwoarang said.
1:10:24- Nina Williams walked onto the roof of Julia's building and pulled out her phone. She looked across the way and could just barely see the flags of the local courthouse, about one mile down the street.
She quickly dialed her speed dial. A man picked up.
"Yeah." He said.
"It's me. Is the team ready?" she said.
"Yeah. We're waiting for the order."
"The courthouse down on Komita." she said.
Nina took out a PDA that showed pictures from an infrared satellite. There was a strong signal coming from a beacon at the back of the courthouse.
"He's in the south part of the building. Check for elevators. He's probably underground." She said, hanging up after finishing the sentence.
Down below, a truck belonging to a Japanese U-haul business pulled off the curb and traveled for the courthouse.
1:13:58- Heihachi sat in front of his computer. He wasn't happy. He had pulled up the security cameras in the lab and watched the whole fight between Lee and the Combot. He wasn't mad about Lee being beaten, but that the fact that the Combot was too damn good. He brought up the files on Combot. The lists of the fighting data came up. He debated whether he wanted to just simply delete the files and get it over with. He didn't want Combot. It was just too powerful. He hit the button on his desk.
The secretary walked in.
"What's my schedule for the rest of the day?" Heihachi asked.
"You have a meeting with a confidential client at two, a briefing over the Combot results at three, and you have a tour of the new Mishima Labs building at 5." She said.
"Good. That's all." Heihachi said.
Heihachi sighed at put his head in his hands. After a moment, he got up and went towards his private dojo. He needed to get his blood pumping. He was bored too.
1:17:33- The oversized U-haul truck pulled up to the loading bay door of the warehouse. It had originally been installed to escort protected witnesses away from possible sniper fire, but lately it was used to transport food for the kitchen staff. Today was the last day it would be standing. The door to the truck flew open and a man dressed in tactical gear placed a C4 charge on the door. He patted the side of the truck, and the driver pulled it forward. The loading bay door then exploded into flames as it flew off. The truck pulled back up to the door, and about twenty men entered the courthouse carrying MP5's and shotguns, all in tactical gear.
1:20:49- Hwoarang was in the locker room changing when the explosion sounded. He finished putting his T-shirt on, grabbed his USP .45 sidearm, and ran into the hallway. A few people were frantically running around, thinking 9/11 was happening all over again. Upstairs, machine gun fire sounded off. Hwoarang ran into another room, specifically set aside for living quarters and found Jin. He looked just as worried as all the people running around.
"What the hell was that?" Jin asked.
"It was a bomb, we got to get out of here, now!" Hwoarang said, pulling Jin's arm towards the door.
Hwoarang heard a woman scream, followed by the sound of a shotgun shell coming into contact with human flesh. He remembered the sound and the smell all too well. He peeked out the door to find two men coming towards him. Luckily, they were looking in a different direction when he looked. He squatted down onto one knee, and counted to three. He poked his head out of the doorway, gun arm out along with it. Hwoarang popped off the first shot, hitting the front-most guard in the groin.
He aimed to the left, at the second-most guard and popped off two more rounds, hitting the man in the face both times. He then returned to the first guard who was screaming and lying in a growing pool of his own blood. Hwoarang aimed at the man's head and fired.
Hwoarang turned to face Jin.
"You know how to use one of these?" Hwoarang asked.
"Kind of." Jin said, holding the gun.
Jin could notice the droplets of blood on the gun, definitely splatter.
"Follow me, and stay close." Hwoarang said, pulling out into the hall.
Hwoarang took the two dead men's guns, a MP5, and a shotgun. Hwoarang strapped the shotgun to his back and then brought the MP5 to his shoulder, and his finger on the trigger. He kept looking forward at the t- intersection of hallway that was in front of them.
"Watch our backs, you see anything, shoot it." Hwoarang said, quickly moving forward.
Jin was lost. He didn't understand what was happening. Hwoarang, "the long red-headed, loud-mouthed, cocky, fighting son of a bitch" had turned into Hwoarang "the semi-short red-headed, quiet and professional, killing motherfucker." And all in the four years since the third tournament when he first met him.
Hwoarang checked the halls. They were clear. The two men road the elevator to the main floor of the courthouse. The down arrow light on the elevator clicked on.
"Good. We just missed them." Jin said.
"Not that good. They'll take the stairs." Hwoarang pointed out.
He looked up at the ceiling, wondering if he should hide on the top of the elevator car. He decided against it.
The doors slid open and Hwoarang check the angle from the side he was on. Jin was on the other side. Hwoarang knew he wasn't used to this. He was curious what would happen if he was shot at.
"We clear on that side?"
Jin glanced out into the hall.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Whatever. Let's go." He said, going into the hall. Jin walked backward, gun pointed forward, taking the rear.
The two made it into the front hall of the courthouse. There were bodies, but not as many as Hwoarang had seen. He looked out and saw one of the men that was assigned to him, Fleming, was down. He was dead. An MP5 strapped around his shoulder.
Hwoarang decided to avoid the main hall. It would take just a well-placed sniper to take them both out. It was a deathtrap. The two moved back in the hall they just came from. Forty feet away, Hwoarang heard footsteps coming, the he saw the shadows hiding around the corner. The beauty of being a man who knows Tae-Kwon-Do is that you know how to be light on your feet. Hwoarang always knew how to run silently. He held his breath as he ran to the corner, not making a sound, even with boots on. The man on the other side of the corner had been standing still, back turned towards him.
Hwoarang tried to be careful. The daylight was pouring through the windows, and it was conviently at the angle that if Hwoarang went into the light, the shadow would appear in front of the other man, and blow the surprise.
Hwoarang continued to study the shadow. He didn't recognize it. He looked back at Jin for a second, noticing that he had caught on to the idea of how to watch somebody's back. Jin had squatted to the floor and hi gun pointed out in the direction of the main hall, just waiting for something to move. Hwoarang then turned his attention back to the man around the corner. The man began to turn around when, WHAM!
The man lost consciousness after seeing the boot-covered foot move away from his face.
"Jin! Let's go." Hwoarang said.
1:35:06- Lee could hear the grunts from outside the dojo. He walked in to hear Heihachi give an amazing battle cry as he punched his hand directly through the bag. It took a moment for Heihachi to pull his hand out of the bag.
Lee clapped. It was kind of funny to watch an old man take his anger out on a harmless punching bag, especially seeing as now, Heihachi would need a new one.
"What do you need, Lee?"
Lee came here to do what he had been planning on doing, to take over. Right here, right now.
"I need to tell you something." Lee said.
"What?"
"Well, it's a moment I'm going to cherish for a long while to come."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I'm taking over." He said.
"Really." Heihachi said, tightening the belt on his uniform.
"Yes. You've been going soft when it comes to production of Combot. I tested it out myself about an hour ago to make sure it was ready." Lee said.
"I know. I watched you get your ass kicked." Heihachi said, not amused by any of this.
"Which proves that it needs to be mass-produced." Lee said.
"I've spent a lot of time thinking about that. An independent A.I. taking the place of human fighters? It takes the fun out of the sport, if you ask me." Heihachi said.
"Not just fighters. Soldiers." Lee said.
*Not this crap again,* Heihachi thought.
He had offers from military contractors, asking if Combot would be able to fight like a soldier. He didn't like the idea much anymore. Maybe it was because he had a fighter's heart and didn't like the idea of a machine that had no soul taking his place, or maybe because it just didn't seem ethical. Whatever the reason, he still said no.
"It's unethical." He finally said.
"The contractors called me. Asked me if I thought it sounded like a good deal. I happened to agree with them. They're planning on offering us over $100 billion! Think of how revolutionary this would be." Lee said, starting to sound like a desperate businessman.
"And revolutions can go both ways, Lee. Good and bad." Heihachi said, defending his point.
"Whatever. The board of directors wants to see you at three this afternoon. They'll have a vote. Be there." Lee said.
He then left the room, leaving Heihachi thinking whatever he wanted to think.
1:43:54- Nina arrived at her drop point. Phase A was in progress. The courthouse was being taken, they just needed Jin alive. That wouldn't be too difficult.
She was on top of a large building. It had become very windy in less than thirty minutes. It didn't matter. She knew how to shoot under extreme conditions. She pulled her rifle out and waited for her target to show himself.
1:45:25- Hwoarang ran back into the offices of the courthouse. Jin was covering the hallway. Hwoarang knew the building wasn't safe, they had to relocate.
*So much for the UN team,* he thought.
He had found the other member of the team lying dead in the kitchen. He was shot dead while grabbing a bite to eat. It must have happened a few seconds after the explosion. He continued to rifle though a desk until he came upon a key ring with a single key on it. A piece of paper was on it along with the key. The writing on it had to be from a dealership. The paper read: "2003 Crimson BMW 740il". Hwoarang glanced outside the window next to him. About a hundred feet away was a Crimson BMW. Hwoarang chuckled at his natural dumb luck. Then he heard four shots coming from the hall.
"I could use some help here!" Jin yelled.
Hwoarang looked at the exit in front of him. Jin was backing up into the office, firing like crazy. Hwoarang wondered if they would be able to make it to the ground floor safely if they jumped out the window. They were on the third floor, and he didn't think they would.
"Oh, fuck it." He said aloud.
Hwoarang took the machine gun and fired at the window. The window shattered into a hundred pieces.
"Kazama! Let's go!" He yelled.
Jin was already in the office. He slammed the door shut and pushed a desk in front of the door. Jin came over to the window and looked down, nothing but concrete below. It would be a tricky landing.
"Fuck it." Jin said, and jumped.
The door blew open thanks to a grenade. The soldiers began to rush, but Hwoarang shot off a couple rounds of the MP5. They backed off for a moment, and he took the chance to jump. The jump had to be fifty feet at least. Hwoarang landed with more force on his foot than he should have and fell down, pain shooting up his right leg. He let out a minor yelp, and looked back up at the window. The soldiers were looking out the window. Hwoarang took the gun and fired at them, hitting one in the arm.
Hwoarang got up and took the key from his pocket, threw it to Jin and pointed at the BMW. Jin started the car and pulled it around. The sunroof came down less than a second later, and Hwoarang jumped into it, the return fire from the soldiers upstairs just missing him.
They got away, for now.
Hwoarang sat down in the backseat and checked his ankle. He didn't think it was broken, but he could hardly move it. And when he did, it hurt like hell.
"You ok?" Jin asked.
"I think I jammed my ankle." Hwoarang responded.
Jin looked at the front console. A phone was lying on a charger. He grabbed it and immediately began dialing.
"Who you calling?" Hwoarang asked.
"Help." He responded.
1:55:31- Heihachi was coming back into his office when his secretary came over the speakerphone.
"Your grandson is on line 1, sir." she said.
*Why would Jin be calling?* he thought.
Jin hated him. More than he hated the devil gene inside of him. This was too much of a surprise. He picked up the phone.
"Jin?" he said.
"I need help." Jin said.
"What's wrong?" he said.
"I've been targeted. Somebody is trying to kill me." Jin responded.
"Where are you?" he said.
"I'm headed to your office, now. I would head over to Julia's lab, but I think she's dead." He said, thinking aloud.
"My god." Heihachi said.
He could hear in the background gunfire.
"Get some people ready, we should be there in about ten minutes!" Jin yelled.
The line was then disconnected.
Heihachi hesitated for a second then picked up the phone to call his security department.
1:57:52- Hwoarang returned fire to the two SUV's that were quickly gaining on them. He had no more ammo in the MP5, but he still had the shotgun from earlier. He continued to blast away, ducking when they fired at him.
Jin hoped they would make it as he fishtailed through a busy intersection. At this point, not hitting another car was sheer luck.
Hwoarang hit the trigger on the shotgun and it clicked.
"Fucking." he screamed. He took the shotgun and threw it at the black's SUV's. He pulled out his USP and checked the clip. Twelve shots left. He popped out again from the sunroof and fired.
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