Tekken 24
Disclaimer: Don't own "24" or "Tekken".
The following takes place between 7:00 pm and 8:00 pm.
Events occur in real time.
7:00:00- Hwoarang circled around Chen, wondering what to attack with. So far nobody had made a move, but then Chen took the pleasure of opening the fight up.
Chen came in with a right jab which Hwoarang side-stepped. He was counting on that. As Hwoarang side-stepped to his left, Chen came up with a left snap kick, making contact with Hwoarang's mid section. Hwoarang backed off for a second.
Hwoarang faked the fear to Chen, but he came back and performed his "Misdemeanor", aimed right for his face. It made contact, sending Chen flying into the ground. The move was nothing but a flying reverse roundhouse kick. Cool on the page, difficult to actually perform. Hwoarang immediately took the advantage and charged Chen, who was still lying on the ground.
It was his own damn fault for charging. Chen took the faking maneuver from Hwoarang and faked his time on the ground. As Hwoarang charged, Chen quickly got up on one knee and gave him probably the hardest gut punch of all time.
Hwoarang's stomach felt like it was buckling, caving in on itself. He didn't see the cheap shot coming. He flew back into the cage wall that surrounded him. He saw Chen coming after him.
Chen picked Hwoarang up by the throat, holding him up enough so that he would choke. Hwoarang's legs were flying about, trying to get some leverage so he could breathe. One of his feet was able to stand itself on his waist somehow, and a knee from the other side came in contact with his jaw.
Hwoarang fell onto his feet, and then charged Chen again. Chen had already staggered backward, and now he could see the flying kick coming right for his face.
Chen ducked just in time as the kick now flew right over him. Hwoarang landed, not anticipating Chen's move. With Hwoarang's back turned, Chen took another cheap shot, this time for the kidney. Hwoarang fell onto his knees, holding his lower back in pain. He looked up at Chen, who then punched him in the face, knocking Hwoarang to the ground.
7:04:59- Wallace walked into the ATU carrying a bag of food from McDonald's. He sipped on the super-sized Dr. Pepper as he began walking up to his office.
Food wasn't a big deal with him. He wasn't exactly built but he wasn't fat either. All the walking around that the ATU made him do gave him enough exercise every day. The doctor's told him he was in perfect health and he didn't se any problem with his fast food diet, if you could call it that.
The office was in the tone of the rest of the building, dreary. The cold tones of steel and glass were every where. Hell, his desk was made of glass and his chair was nothing but padded black steel. The whole complex made you feel like you were shivering even though it really was about 75 degrees in here. Maybe it was to mimic the way people were working everyday, like drones.
He opened up his burger and took a bite out of it, looking at the monitor in front of him. There was a report from Interpol on the desktop. He read the brief, which told him about a man named Liu Pang Ho, a scientist that worked for Mishima Labs. The location sent off a red flag to him. Since the body of Julia Chang's Combot was found there, he had been trying to keep the local police and Interpol away from there, but now it seemed that somebody had brought more attention to the place.
He had supposedly stolen secret documents from the building that could be used to blackmail Heihachi Mishima. The brief did say what the documents were about. It just told him to be on the lookout and to call Interpol if any information was found.
That was the last thing he was ever going to do. While Interpol was a very important international agency, Wallace's operation overruled them in this case, according to the UN. He picked up the phone.
"Yeah?" said a young man.
"Adam. I need you to work up the name Liu Pang Ho. He might be involved with Hwoarang's investigation." He said.
"Got it." The tech said.
Wallace looked back at the brief, attached to the file was a picture of the man. He looked at it, and then went back to his burger.
7:11:23 – Liu was in the parking garage of the station. He could the rain beginning to pour outside. He put his hand in his pocket. Inside, he could feel the chip. It didn't feel like a burden, as odd as that sounded.
Wong had told him the plan of taking a SWAT team with them to a safehouse. It sounded easy, but he didn't know what would happen. For all he knew, he could actually be dead in a few minutes.
The garage was long, with white fluorescent lights flooding the place from the ceiling. The area was big enough to carry about twelve armored trucks, or in this case, SWAT vans. On each end was a garage door made of steel, and a door that people with clearance could walk through. One garage door was open. It led out to a small driveway that a SWAT van was parked in. Wong came through a door in the middle of the garage, checking to make sure that his gun was there.
"Let's go." Wong said, grabbing Liu by the arm as he began walking towards the van.
The SWAT team was already in the van, lining up both sides of the back, six men in all. The two men entered the van when the whole thing shook. A big thump came from the top of the van.
One of the SWAT team took his MP5 and poked his head out the door, which was still open. His body immediately was dragged onto the roof of the van, his screams being cut short by a spray of blood that splashed onto the floor of the nearby garage.
The whole team burst through the back of the van, guns ready, and aimed at the top of the van. Nobody was there.
"What the fuck?" Wong said.
Then a gunshot rang from the driver's seat. Everybody looked up towards the driver. The windshield was shattered, and Kazuya sat on the driver, fangs buried into the man's neck, blood gushing everywhere.
The team all raised their MP5's. The flashlights shining onto Kazuya's blood-covered face. It got his attention. He looked at them all and hissed. The team opened fire, but Kazuya was already jumping through the driver's door, which surprisingly came off with ease.
Kazuya rolled onto the ground, and then got up, only to run on the wall and bounce off, tackling one of the SWAT members. He then bounced off again.
Everybody looked at the man Kazuya tackled. The man's throat was slashed. Kazuya wasn't anywhere to be found.
The garage door began to shut.
"Fuck!" Wong said, running to it.
It was too late, the door was shut.
"Dammit. It's on a two minute timer. It shuts itself if nobody else has." Wong said, trying to keep quiet.
The five remaining SWAT members took positions at both ends of the covered driveway, looking into the rainy darkness beyond for any sign of Kazuya. One of the men was kneeling up against the wall on the right wall of the south side. It was quiet when he was suddenly dragged off, not making a noise.
As soon as the man on the left side noticed, Kazuya dashed out and stuck his fingers into the man's jugular. The man began to profusely bleed. He gurgled, and everybody heard it. The remaining three members turned around and fired, only hitting their comrade. Kazuya had vanished again.
"That's it. We're getting out of here." Wong said.
He walked to the driver's side of the van and pulled the dead man out. He looked at Liu through the passenger's window.
"Get the fuck in here!" Wong yelled.
Liu jumped into the van, just as Kazuya jumped onto it. The three remaining SWAT members opened fired at the roof as the van drove off into the night.
7:21:08- Hwoarang was beginning to get tired. Chen was kicking his ass. He had just delivered a devastating blow to Chen that he thought fazed the giant. He set one hand onto the cage, trying to catch his breath. A fist came down hard onto his jaw, and a fist came clenching his throat. Chen then began a flurry of punches to Hwoarang's face. Hwoarang kept kicking Chen in the legs, groin and abdomen, but it wasn't helping. He could hear bones crunching after every blow, but then they stopped.
That was when he raised him up and started punching him in the abs while continuing to choke him. Would it every stop? Yes, it would. After about ten blows, Chen dropped him to the ground. Hwoarang would give anything for it to stop. He knew his nose was broken, and he probably had a ruptured spleen or something to that account. His abs felt limp. He spit the blood from his mouth and began to get up.
Chen backed off, watching the broken Hwoarang struggle to get to his knees. He laughed.
"What do you think of me now, eh?" Chen joked.
Hwoarang looked up at him, the blood running from his nose and falling onto the ground.
"Let's make this fun, shall we?" Chen yelled.
The crowd cheered.
"Bring them in boys!" Chen said.
Different weapons then came flying into the ring, including a metal baseball bat and a chain. There were other weapons, including many beer bottles, but they weren't as useful as the bat and chain. The bat landed right in front of Hwoarang, and the chain landed in front of Chen. The two picked up the weapons.
7:28:37- Adam was an analyst inside the UN's anti-terrorist unit. There were many of them all over the world, and he happened to be stationed in Japan. Today was already rough on his senses.
Adam was 23. He had already been through university and had a degree in computer science and biochemistry. He was highly intelligent, and he was a bit of a workaholic, so naturally, everybody offered him a job. He decided to work for the UN as a temporary gig, hoping it would look even better on a resume. That way, when the offers come, he can negotiate for another position other than entry-level. He was never sure when he was going to leave. He'd been here for a year now, and he had thought about telling Wallace that he would leave at the one-year mark. Working on terrorist data and being all secretive with his family or his girlfriend was something he didn't like.
Right now he was working on something odd. The building had sensors, which could pick up signals, radio or otherwise. This protected them from somebody trying to possibly attack the building. They really weren't that important, but when he was going through some routine data from the sensors, they picked up something. Normally, the alarms would have gone off if they sensed something, but they weren't that closely watched, and were shut off for some unknown reason. He read the section of code that was different. He ran the code through a program of his, and it came back as a signal for a satellite. Whoever was in the building when the signal was present was carrying a transmitter that would relay a signal to a satellite, which would then relay the exact same signal to a receiver. This signal was from the transmitter.
He left his desk, and walked upstairs to Wallace's office. Wallace was at his desk.
"I got something." He said.
"What is it?" Wallace said.
"I've been running through some data within the past hour, and I came across something from our building sensors."
"What?"
"Somebody that's been in the building within the past hour has been carrying active radio transmitter. I tracked the signal to its respective satellite."
"Good. Let me know when you find out more." Wallace said.
"Ok." Adam said.
Adam left. Wallace's phone rang. "Wallace." He said.
"Mr. Wallace?" a voice said.
Wallace recognized the voice of Captain Mayasote of the local police force.
"Yes, Captain. How can I help you?" Wallace said.
"We have a small problem. One of my detectives was moving a material witness to a safehouse. He was accompanied by a SWAT team. As they were leaving, they were attacked by an unknown assailant. The detective and the witness escaped in a SWAT van, and we can't reach them by radio. I was wondering if you would be able to help us locate them?" the officer said.
"Yeah, in fact, I was about to call your office to ask if you've heard anything about a fugitive that may be involved in a case of ours, a Liu Pang Ho?" Wallace asked.
"Yes, we have." The officer said with a sigh.
Wallace sensed the man's hesitation.
"What is it?"
"This material witness happens to be the man everybody's been looking for."
"This is a joke."
"No joke. He came in about thirty minutes ago, and the detective who escaped with him told me of a piece of evidence that may prove he had been pressured into stealing from the labs." The officer said.
"Pressured how?" Wallace asked.
"He felt that it was a decision of morality. That the city was in danger if he didn't do something."
"What exactly did he steal?"
"A chip. He told us that under the city were a million 'Combots' under the city, and that this chip he has would cripple them significantly." The officer said.
"That's a big piece of information, and you're basing it all on a chip?" Wallace asked.
"I really didn't want to act until I had him secure. He had said Mishima would come after this, and now the attack, which was directly outside of our station, proves his point."
"You're right. Any idea where they were headed?" Wallace asked.
"They could be headed anywhere, but we are trying to active a transponder in their vehicle from our end." The officer said.
"Ok. I'll try to locate the van on infrared from our end, and you keep me informed on that transponder." Wallace said.
"Ok." The officer said.
Wallace hung up and left the office, going to work up the infrared satellite.
7:37:19- Wong knew the monster was still on top, but he didn't know why it hadn't attacked yet. What was it waiting for? This would be a perfect time for him to strike, they were at a stop light, and yet he hadn't moved. He looked back at Liu, who held one of the shotguns at the roof, just in case he did decide to move.
The past twenty minutes had been an odd one at that. Kazuya had latched onto the hood of the truck and stayed there. But little did Wong and Liu know, that one bullet grazed his temple as he latched onto the truck. His claws dug into the metal frame as he lay on the roof of the truck, unconscious.
Wong couldn't stand the fear of the monster being on the truck, with the chance to attack whenever.
"Liu?"
Liu looked at Wong. The sweat pouring off of his forehead, and his shaking were a clear sign that he was scared.
Wong looked back at Liu. The light was still red.
"Do it." Wong said.
"I... I don't think I can." Liu said.
Liu could really only take so much. Eluding the authorities was ok to him, but to admit that there was a vampire on top of the van, which was trying to kill him, scared him. The bloodshed earlier was too much to begin with. Why was this happening? He wished he could back in time and forget about that damn chip. Then he thought about the Combots. He wanted that to stop too, but if he left the chip, then Heihachi would have won. If he keeps the chip, this vampire will continue to hunt him until he's dead. He just wished it would all go away.
"Fire the goddamn gun!" Wong yelled, trying to keep his voice down.
The light turned green, and at the same time, the noise from Wong woke Kazuya. Kazuya began to get up, his claws scraping the roof. Liu fired as soon as he heard the noise. Wong floored it.
Kazuya had already begun to move towards the front of the vehicle when the shotgun blast caught his left ankle. Then the van moved. He dug his claws into the metal frame once again. It was a last resort as his body had flung towards the back, his claws barely hanging onto the top of the rear doors. He began to climb back onto the roof.
Liu saw Kazuya's legs in the back window. He cocked the gun once more and fired, the back windows shattering into a million pieces, sending it glimmering into the night as the van sped on.
Wong kept his foot on the accelerator, pushing the van towards 70 mph. They were in a part of the slums that wasn't traveled often because of its high- crime rate. Wong didn't mind this at all, as long as they could get the vamp off their ride.
Another blast fired, this time at the roof again. Liu couldn't tell if the vampire was hit or if it was continuing its trek towards the front.
Wong was speeding on an overpass, a section of another street underneath. The street was deserted. He began wondering where to go next when the windshield cracked. He saw the monster's hand come down for a second bash at the window. Wong noticed the gun in his hand. Wong was starting to lose control, the vehicle swerveing all over the road, narrowly missing the railing on the sides of the overpass. The gun finally made it's way through the window with one last bash, the gun firing a stray shot in the process.
Wong noticed the problem immediately. The stray shot from Kazuya's gun had gone through the steering column somehow and he had lost complete control of the van. The gun came in through the windshield, and it was aimed. It fired, the bullet hitting Wong in the chest. He slumped back into the seat. The van rammed into the railing, sending Kazuya flying off the overpass. He landed on the ground far below. The last thing he probably heard was his skull cracking open.
7:45:10- Hwoarang finally had the upper hand. Chen was on the ground, and he was beating him with the bat.
"You fucking like that! Huh?! You son of a bitch!" he screamed as he continued to hit him.
Chen was on all fours, trying to get up. Hwoarang wouldn't let him. Not after all the gloating that Chen did. He didn't mind not using his fists. Why should he when he had a weapon? Someone once told him that there was no honor in fighting with a weapon. Fuck honor, this was to the death. Chen had the chain, and it worked for all of two minutes. Chen's method was to choke Hwoarang to death, and it hadn't worked. Yeah, it weakened him, but it didn't kill him. All it did was piss him off. He slammed the metal bat onto Chen's back, probably cracking something. Chen was back down on the ground. So, what did Hwoarang do? He kicked him in the ribs, and when he didn't get up, he kicked him again. If no response, he hit him with the bat anyways. He had been doing this for about a minute now, and Chen hadn't tried to fight back.
The crowd was now cheering for Hwoarang. They didn't care who won, it was just that it was a damn good and bloody fight. People threw a few more bottles into the ring. One broke as it landed near Chen's head.
It took only three seconds for the tide to change.
One. Chen took the broken bottle off the floor as soon as it landed.
Two. Hwoarang raised the bat. The bottle moving towards his bare feet.
Three. The jagged edges of the bottle dug into his foot. He screamed.
Chen got up in time to watch Hwoarang fall to the ground, clutching his left foot. Chen picked up the bat and slammed it down onto Hwoarang's side. He continued to scream. Chen picked him up by the hair as he continued to scream and put him in another chokehold. The screams were cut short by the lack of air, but Chen didn't want his agony to end. He looked down at the gauze around Hwoarang's left shoulder. He ripped it off, showing the raw skin around the bullet wound. Chen almost laughed. The hole was still wide open, but the bleeding had stopped. The wound in itself was fairly big. In fact it was perfect for Chen's next move, which he knew would really hurt. He dug a finger from his free hand into the wound.
The pain was too intense. So intense he couldn't scream right away. The pain from his shoulder was all he could feel. Then his mouth finally admitted the sound of his screams.
Chen didn't have a good grip on him, so he ran him up against the caged wall. He began twisting his index finger into the wound. Hwoarang screamed harder. Chen laughed, enjoying every minute of it.
Oh my god! The pain! He couldn't stand it anymore! The tears began to roll from his eyes as his vocal chords began to strain; the screams much more intense.
7:52:45- Liu opened his eyes. He was lying in the back of the van. It was all quiet. He looked around, seeing Wong's body up in the front. It wasn't moving.
The monster seemed to be gone. Other than him and the sound of the hissing engine, it was quiet. He got up to look at Wong.
Wong knew he wasn't going to make it. He hoped Liu was still alive, seeing as he was the one with the chip. Then Liu came beside him. He wondered if he was dreaming. "Detective? Are you ok?" Liu asked.
"No. I'm not going to make it." He said.
Liu then noticed the wound on Wong's chest. It had bled through his shirt, which was soaked.
"What do you want me to do?" Liu asked.
"In my right pocket is an address. Go there and call 911. Take my badge, too." Wong said.
The badge was in his front right breast pocket, its gold shield glimmering as the street light shone inside the van. He took it.
"Detective?"
He didn't respond.
"Detective?" Liu said.
Again, no response. He was dead.
Liu hadn't every seen a dead body like this. Wong's eyes were still open. He couldn't touch them. No. He was too scared. It was his fault they ended up like this, not firing at the monster like he should have. Now Wong was dead because of that. He took the piece of paper from the jacket pocket. He got out of the van.
The streets seemed deserted, but in the distance, Liu could see one or two people looking on in horror and amazement. He then looked down onto the street beneath the overpass. About fifty feet away directly below, he could see Kazuya lying in the street. The blood pool had come his head he guessed. It was everywhere. Liu looked at the paper.
"Shit!" he cursed.
The address was on the other side of the city.
7:58:19- Chen had finally taken the finger out of the wound, and began to beat Hwoarang with his fists once again.
Hwoarang really couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't feel his face. He felt like a boxer who had just gotten the crap kicked out of him. He didn't feel any swelling coming on, which only made it worse. Chen hesitated for a second, waiting to see if he was going to collapse. Hwoarang did just that. He fell onto the ground.
Chen had won. He turned around to an applauding crowd. He began to laugh. Somebody threw a bottle of beer in. Chen caught it and began to chug it. That was the moment. Hwoarang got up onto a shaky left leg that was still bleeding a little. Chen didn't notice him. He ran up to him as best as he could as jumped onto his back, putting all his effort into getting him into a headlock.
Chen began to spit out the beer as Hwoarang grabbed onto him. He could feel the pressure on his neck. It was getting tighter. He couldn't breathe. Then it snapped, and Chen's vision faded.
Hwoarang broke Chen's neck. Now he was the winner. He let go of Chen as his body fell to the ground, still clutching the bottle of beer that was now spilling on the floor.
Hwoarang dropped to his knees and leaned back, trying to breathe.
7:59:57... 7:59:58... 7:59:59... 8:00:00...
Disclaimer: Don't own "24" or "Tekken".
The following takes place between 7:00 pm and 8:00 pm.
Events occur in real time.
7:00:00- Hwoarang circled around Chen, wondering what to attack with. So far nobody had made a move, but then Chen took the pleasure of opening the fight up.
Chen came in with a right jab which Hwoarang side-stepped. He was counting on that. As Hwoarang side-stepped to his left, Chen came up with a left snap kick, making contact with Hwoarang's mid section. Hwoarang backed off for a second.
Hwoarang faked the fear to Chen, but he came back and performed his "Misdemeanor", aimed right for his face. It made contact, sending Chen flying into the ground. The move was nothing but a flying reverse roundhouse kick. Cool on the page, difficult to actually perform. Hwoarang immediately took the advantage and charged Chen, who was still lying on the ground.
It was his own damn fault for charging. Chen took the faking maneuver from Hwoarang and faked his time on the ground. As Hwoarang charged, Chen quickly got up on one knee and gave him probably the hardest gut punch of all time.
Hwoarang's stomach felt like it was buckling, caving in on itself. He didn't see the cheap shot coming. He flew back into the cage wall that surrounded him. He saw Chen coming after him.
Chen picked Hwoarang up by the throat, holding him up enough so that he would choke. Hwoarang's legs were flying about, trying to get some leverage so he could breathe. One of his feet was able to stand itself on his waist somehow, and a knee from the other side came in contact with his jaw.
Hwoarang fell onto his feet, and then charged Chen again. Chen had already staggered backward, and now he could see the flying kick coming right for his face.
Chen ducked just in time as the kick now flew right over him. Hwoarang landed, not anticipating Chen's move. With Hwoarang's back turned, Chen took another cheap shot, this time for the kidney. Hwoarang fell onto his knees, holding his lower back in pain. He looked up at Chen, who then punched him in the face, knocking Hwoarang to the ground.
7:04:59- Wallace walked into the ATU carrying a bag of food from McDonald's. He sipped on the super-sized Dr. Pepper as he began walking up to his office.
Food wasn't a big deal with him. He wasn't exactly built but he wasn't fat either. All the walking around that the ATU made him do gave him enough exercise every day. The doctor's told him he was in perfect health and he didn't se any problem with his fast food diet, if you could call it that.
The office was in the tone of the rest of the building, dreary. The cold tones of steel and glass were every where. Hell, his desk was made of glass and his chair was nothing but padded black steel. The whole complex made you feel like you were shivering even though it really was about 75 degrees in here. Maybe it was to mimic the way people were working everyday, like drones.
He opened up his burger and took a bite out of it, looking at the monitor in front of him. There was a report from Interpol on the desktop. He read the brief, which told him about a man named Liu Pang Ho, a scientist that worked for Mishima Labs. The location sent off a red flag to him. Since the body of Julia Chang's Combot was found there, he had been trying to keep the local police and Interpol away from there, but now it seemed that somebody had brought more attention to the place.
He had supposedly stolen secret documents from the building that could be used to blackmail Heihachi Mishima. The brief did say what the documents were about. It just told him to be on the lookout and to call Interpol if any information was found.
That was the last thing he was ever going to do. While Interpol was a very important international agency, Wallace's operation overruled them in this case, according to the UN. He picked up the phone.
"Yeah?" said a young man.
"Adam. I need you to work up the name Liu Pang Ho. He might be involved with Hwoarang's investigation." He said.
"Got it." The tech said.
Wallace looked back at the brief, attached to the file was a picture of the man. He looked at it, and then went back to his burger.
7:11:23 – Liu was in the parking garage of the station. He could the rain beginning to pour outside. He put his hand in his pocket. Inside, he could feel the chip. It didn't feel like a burden, as odd as that sounded.
Wong had told him the plan of taking a SWAT team with them to a safehouse. It sounded easy, but he didn't know what would happen. For all he knew, he could actually be dead in a few minutes.
The garage was long, with white fluorescent lights flooding the place from the ceiling. The area was big enough to carry about twelve armored trucks, or in this case, SWAT vans. On each end was a garage door made of steel, and a door that people with clearance could walk through. One garage door was open. It led out to a small driveway that a SWAT van was parked in. Wong came through a door in the middle of the garage, checking to make sure that his gun was there.
"Let's go." Wong said, grabbing Liu by the arm as he began walking towards the van.
The SWAT team was already in the van, lining up both sides of the back, six men in all. The two men entered the van when the whole thing shook. A big thump came from the top of the van.
One of the SWAT team took his MP5 and poked his head out the door, which was still open. His body immediately was dragged onto the roof of the van, his screams being cut short by a spray of blood that splashed onto the floor of the nearby garage.
The whole team burst through the back of the van, guns ready, and aimed at the top of the van. Nobody was there.
"What the fuck?" Wong said.
Then a gunshot rang from the driver's seat. Everybody looked up towards the driver. The windshield was shattered, and Kazuya sat on the driver, fangs buried into the man's neck, blood gushing everywhere.
The team all raised their MP5's. The flashlights shining onto Kazuya's blood-covered face. It got his attention. He looked at them all and hissed. The team opened fire, but Kazuya was already jumping through the driver's door, which surprisingly came off with ease.
Kazuya rolled onto the ground, and then got up, only to run on the wall and bounce off, tackling one of the SWAT members. He then bounced off again.
Everybody looked at the man Kazuya tackled. The man's throat was slashed. Kazuya wasn't anywhere to be found.
The garage door began to shut.
"Fuck!" Wong said, running to it.
It was too late, the door was shut.
"Dammit. It's on a two minute timer. It shuts itself if nobody else has." Wong said, trying to keep quiet.
The five remaining SWAT members took positions at both ends of the covered driveway, looking into the rainy darkness beyond for any sign of Kazuya. One of the men was kneeling up against the wall on the right wall of the south side. It was quiet when he was suddenly dragged off, not making a noise.
As soon as the man on the left side noticed, Kazuya dashed out and stuck his fingers into the man's jugular. The man began to profusely bleed. He gurgled, and everybody heard it. The remaining three members turned around and fired, only hitting their comrade. Kazuya had vanished again.
"That's it. We're getting out of here." Wong said.
He walked to the driver's side of the van and pulled the dead man out. He looked at Liu through the passenger's window.
"Get the fuck in here!" Wong yelled.
Liu jumped into the van, just as Kazuya jumped onto it. The three remaining SWAT members opened fired at the roof as the van drove off into the night.
7:21:08- Hwoarang was beginning to get tired. Chen was kicking his ass. He had just delivered a devastating blow to Chen that he thought fazed the giant. He set one hand onto the cage, trying to catch his breath. A fist came down hard onto his jaw, and a fist came clenching his throat. Chen then began a flurry of punches to Hwoarang's face. Hwoarang kept kicking Chen in the legs, groin and abdomen, but it wasn't helping. He could hear bones crunching after every blow, but then they stopped.
That was when he raised him up and started punching him in the abs while continuing to choke him. Would it every stop? Yes, it would. After about ten blows, Chen dropped him to the ground. Hwoarang would give anything for it to stop. He knew his nose was broken, and he probably had a ruptured spleen or something to that account. His abs felt limp. He spit the blood from his mouth and began to get up.
Chen backed off, watching the broken Hwoarang struggle to get to his knees. He laughed.
"What do you think of me now, eh?" Chen joked.
Hwoarang looked up at him, the blood running from his nose and falling onto the ground.
"Let's make this fun, shall we?" Chen yelled.
The crowd cheered.
"Bring them in boys!" Chen said.
Different weapons then came flying into the ring, including a metal baseball bat and a chain. There were other weapons, including many beer bottles, but they weren't as useful as the bat and chain. The bat landed right in front of Hwoarang, and the chain landed in front of Chen. The two picked up the weapons.
7:28:37- Adam was an analyst inside the UN's anti-terrorist unit. There were many of them all over the world, and he happened to be stationed in Japan. Today was already rough on his senses.
Adam was 23. He had already been through university and had a degree in computer science and biochemistry. He was highly intelligent, and he was a bit of a workaholic, so naturally, everybody offered him a job. He decided to work for the UN as a temporary gig, hoping it would look even better on a resume. That way, when the offers come, he can negotiate for another position other than entry-level. He was never sure when he was going to leave. He'd been here for a year now, and he had thought about telling Wallace that he would leave at the one-year mark. Working on terrorist data and being all secretive with his family or his girlfriend was something he didn't like.
Right now he was working on something odd. The building had sensors, which could pick up signals, radio or otherwise. This protected them from somebody trying to possibly attack the building. They really weren't that important, but when he was going through some routine data from the sensors, they picked up something. Normally, the alarms would have gone off if they sensed something, but they weren't that closely watched, and were shut off for some unknown reason. He read the section of code that was different. He ran the code through a program of his, and it came back as a signal for a satellite. Whoever was in the building when the signal was present was carrying a transmitter that would relay a signal to a satellite, which would then relay the exact same signal to a receiver. This signal was from the transmitter.
He left his desk, and walked upstairs to Wallace's office. Wallace was at his desk.
"I got something." He said.
"What is it?" Wallace said.
"I've been running through some data within the past hour, and I came across something from our building sensors."
"What?"
"Somebody that's been in the building within the past hour has been carrying active radio transmitter. I tracked the signal to its respective satellite."
"Good. Let me know when you find out more." Wallace said.
"Ok." Adam said.
Adam left. Wallace's phone rang. "Wallace." He said.
"Mr. Wallace?" a voice said.
Wallace recognized the voice of Captain Mayasote of the local police force.
"Yes, Captain. How can I help you?" Wallace said.
"We have a small problem. One of my detectives was moving a material witness to a safehouse. He was accompanied by a SWAT team. As they were leaving, they were attacked by an unknown assailant. The detective and the witness escaped in a SWAT van, and we can't reach them by radio. I was wondering if you would be able to help us locate them?" the officer said.
"Yeah, in fact, I was about to call your office to ask if you've heard anything about a fugitive that may be involved in a case of ours, a Liu Pang Ho?" Wallace asked.
"Yes, we have." The officer said with a sigh.
Wallace sensed the man's hesitation.
"What is it?"
"This material witness happens to be the man everybody's been looking for."
"This is a joke."
"No joke. He came in about thirty minutes ago, and the detective who escaped with him told me of a piece of evidence that may prove he had been pressured into stealing from the labs." The officer said.
"Pressured how?" Wallace asked.
"He felt that it was a decision of morality. That the city was in danger if he didn't do something."
"What exactly did he steal?"
"A chip. He told us that under the city were a million 'Combots' under the city, and that this chip he has would cripple them significantly." The officer said.
"That's a big piece of information, and you're basing it all on a chip?" Wallace asked.
"I really didn't want to act until I had him secure. He had said Mishima would come after this, and now the attack, which was directly outside of our station, proves his point."
"You're right. Any idea where they were headed?" Wallace asked.
"They could be headed anywhere, but we are trying to active a transponder in their vehicle from our end." The officer said.
"Ok. I'll try to locate the van on infrared from our end, and you keep me informed on that transponder." Wallace said.
"Ok." The officer said.
Wallace hung up and left the office, going to work up the infrared satellite.
7:37:19- Wong knew the monster was still on top, but he didn't know why it hadn't attacked yet. What was it waiting for? This would be a perfect time for him to strike, they were at a stop light, and yet he hadn't moved. He looked back at Liu, who held one of the shotguns at the roof, just in case he did decide to move.
The past twenty minutes had been an odd one at that. Kazuya had latched onto the hood of the truck and stayed there. But little did Wong and Liu know, that one bullet grazed his temple as he latched onto the truck. His claws dug into the metal frame as he lay on the roof of the truck, unconscious.
Wong couldn't stand the fear of the monster being on the truck, with the chance to attack whenever.
"Liu?"
Liu looked at Wong. The sweat pouring off of his forehead, and his shaking were a clear sign that he was scared.
Wong looked back at Liu. The light was still red.
"Do it." Wong said.
"I... I don't think I can." Liu said.
Liu could really only take so much. Eluding the authorities was ok to him, but to admit that there was a vampire on top of the van, which was trying to kill him, scared him. The bloodshed earlier was too much to begin with. Why was this happening? He wished he could back in time and forget about that damn chip. Then he thought about the Combots. He wanted that to stop too, but if he left the chip, then Heihachi would have won. If he keeps the chip, this vampire will continue to hunt him until he's dead. He just wished it would all go away.
"Fire the goddamn gun!" Wong yelled, trying to keep his voice down.
The light turned green, and at the same time, the noise from Wong woke Kazuya. Kazuya began to get up, his claws scraping the roof. Liu fired as soon as he heard the noise. Wong floored it.
Kazuya had already begun to move towards the front of the vehicle when the shotgun blast caught his left ankle. Then the van moved. He dug his claws into the metal frame once again. It was a last resort as his body had flung towards the back, his claws barely hanging onto the top of the rear doors. He began to climb back onto the roof.
Liu saw Kazuya's legs in the back window. He cocked the gun once more and fired, the back windows shattering into a million pieces, sending it glimmering into the night as the van sped on.
Wong kept his foot on the accelerator, pushing the van towards 70 mph. They were in a part of the slums that wasn't traveled often because of its high- crime rate. Wong didn't mind this at all, as long as they could get the vamp off their ride.
Another blast fired, this time at the roof again. Liu couldn't tell if the vampire was hit or if it was continuing its trek towards the front.
Wong was speeding on an overpass, a section of another street underneath. The street was deserted. He began wondering where to go next when the windshield cracked. He saw the monster's hand come down for a second bash at the window. Wong noticed the gun in his hand. Wong was starting to lose control, the vehicle swerveing all over the road, narrowly missing the railing on the sides of the overpass. The gun finally made it's way through the window with one last bash, the gun firing a stray shot in the process.
Wong noticed the problem immediately. The stray shot from Kazuya's gun had gone through the steering column somehow and he had lost complete control of the van. The gun came in through the windshield, and it was aimed. It fired, the bullet hitting Wong in the chest. He slumped back into the seat. The van rammed into the railing, sending Kazuya flying off the overpass. He landed on the ground far below. The last thing he probably heard was his skull cracking open.
7:45:10- Hwoarang finally had the upper hand. Chen was on the ground, and he was beating him with the bat.
"You fucking like that! Huh?! You son of a bitch!" he screamed as he continued to hit him.
Chen was on all fours, trying to get up. Hwoarang wouldn't let him. Not after all the gloating that Chen did. He didn't mind not using his fists. Why should he when he had a weapon? Someone once told him that there was no honor in fighting with a weapon. Fuck honor, this was to the death. Chen had the chain, and it worked for all of two minutes. Chen's method was to choke Hwoarang to death, and it hadn't worked. Yeah, it weakened him, but it didn't kill him. All it did was piss him off. He slammed the metal bat onto Chen's back, probably cracking something. Chen was back down on the ground. So, what did Hwoarang do? He kicked him in the ribs, and when he didn't get up, he kicked him again. If no response, he hit him with the bat anyways. He had been doing this for about a minute now, and Chen hadn't tried to fight back.
The crowd was now cheering for Hwoarang. They didn't care who won, it was just that it was a damn good and bloody fight. People threw a few more bottles into the ring. One broke as it landed near Chen's head.
It took only three seconds for the tide to change.
One. Chen took the broken bottle off the floor as soon as it landed.
Two. Hwoarang raised the bat. The bottle moving towards his bare feet.
Three. The jagged edges of the bottle dug into his foot. He screamed.
Chen got up in time to watch Hwoarang fall to the ground, clutching his left foot. Chen picked up the bat and slammed it down onto Hwoarang's side. He continued to scream. Chen picked him up by the hair as he continued to scream and put him in another chokehold. The screams were cut short by the lack of air, but Chen didn't want his agony to end. He looked down at the gauze around Hwoarang's left shoulder. He ripped it off, showing the raw skin around the bullet wound. Chen almost laughed. The hole was still wide open, but the bleeding had stopped. The wound in itself was fairly big. In fact it was perfect for Chen's next move, which he knew would really hurt. He dug a finger from his free hand into the wound.
The pain was too intense. So intense he couldn't scream right away. The pain from his shoulder was all he could feel. Then his mouth finally admitted the sound of his screams.
Chen didn't have a good grip on him, so he ran him up against the caged wall. He began twisting his index finger into the wound. Hwoarang screamed harder. Chen laughed, enjoying every minute of it.
Oh my god! The pain! He couldn't stand it anymore! The tears began to roll from his eyes as his vocal chords began to strain; the screams much more intense.
7:52:45- Liu opened his eyes. He was lying in the back of the van. It was all quiet. He looked around, seeing Wong's body up in the front. It wasn't moving.
The monster seemed to be gone. Other than him and the sound of the hissing engine, it was quiet. He got up to look at Wong.
Wong knew he wasn't going to make it. He hoped Liu was still alive, seeing as he was the one with the chip. Then Liu came beside him. He wondered if he was dreaming. "Detective? Are you ok?" Liu asked.
"No. I'm not going to make it." He said.
Liu then noticed the wound on Wong's chest. It had bled through his shirt, which was soaked.
"What do you want me to do?" Liu asked.
"In my right pocket is an address. Go there and call 911. Take my badge, too." Wong said.
The badge was in his front right breast pocket, its gold shield glimmering as the street light shone inside the van. He took it.
"Detective?"
He didn't respond.
"Detective?" Liu said.
Again, no response. He was dead.
Liu hadn't every seen a dead body like this. Wong's eyes were still open. He couldn't touch them. No. He was too scared. It was his fault they ended up like this, not firing at the monster like he should have. Now Wong was dead because of that. He took the piece of paper from the jacket pocket. He got out of the van.
The streets seemed deserted, but in the distance, Liu could see one or two people looking on in horror and amazement. He then looked down onto the street beneath the overpass. About fifty feet away directly below, he could see Kazuya lying in the street. The blood pool had come his head he guessed. It was everywhere. Liu looked at the paper.
"Shit!" he cursed.
The address was on the other side of the city.
7:58:19- Chen had finally taken the finger out of the wound, and began to beat Hwoarang with his fists once again.
Hwoarang really couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't feel his face. He felt like a boxer who had just gotten the crap kicked out of him. He didn't feel any swelling coming on, which only made it worse. Chen hesitated for a second, waiting to see if he was going to collapse. Hwoarang did just that. He fell onto the ground.
Chen had won. He turned around to an applauding crowd. He began to laugh. Somebody threw a bottle of beer in. Chen caught it and began to chug it. That was the moment. Hwoarang got up onto a shaky left leg that was still bleeding a little. Chen didn't notice him. He ran up to him as best as he could as jumped onto his back, putting all his effort into getting him into a headlock.
Chen began to spit out the beer as Hwoarang grabbed onto him. He could feel the pressure on his neck. It was getting tighter. He couldn't breathe. Then it snapped, and Chen's vision faded.
Hwoarang broke Chen's neck. Now he was the winner. He let go of Chen as his body fell to the ground, still clutching the bottle of beer that was now spilling on the floor.
Hwoarang dropped to his knees and leaned back, trying to breathe.
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