Tekken 24
Disclaimer: Don't own "24" or "Tekken".
The following takes place between 9:00 pm and 10:00 pm.
Events occur in real time.
9:00:00- Heihachi was in his office. The bright lights of Tokyo shone through the windows. He had left the lights off, as usual when he was deep in thought.
The chip was vital to the operation. The bots would not be able to operate correctly when the time came. He had assigned his own son to track it down. It had been over an hour since he last heard from him. He should have left that piece of shit dying on the floor of the dojo at the end of the last tournament.
His original plan had to change. He originally wanted to start the next Iron Fist Tournament, and then release the bots. It would have been a bit of enjoyment on his side. The fighters that had beaten him every time wouldn't be able to handle one million fighting robots. He chuckled at the thought of the bots mercilessly beating the fighters to death.
But none of that would happen without the chip. He had no idea how the man who took it got it out of the computer anyway. To even get inside the room, you would need a code that was only known to Heihachi himself, and Lee, who died about five hours ago. He knew he didn't give the code out to anybody, so who knew what it was?
His phone rang. It was almost as if he didn't hear it. Heihachi was just ignoring its annoying buzz. He could see the blinking red light out of the corner of his eye. In the dark room, it was ten times brighter than it should be. Annoyed, he picked up the phone.
"Yes." He said.
"Mr. Mishima." A voice said.
"Who is this?"
"Who I am is not important. What I have is very important." The voice said.
"Get to the point." Heihachi said.
"The chip you desire is in my hand as we speak. What is it worth to you?" the voice asked.
"How do I know you actually have it? Are you the man who took it from the labs?" he asked. The voice laughed.
"The scientist. Not a chance. He was an idiot to trust me. He's dead now, and I'm the new owner of the chip. And for proof? You won't be getting it. Not yet anyways." The voice said.
"Then I'm afraid we don't have a deal." Heihachi said.
"You know you can't afford to take that chance." The voice.
There was a pause.
"What do you want?" Heihachi finally asked.
"$350 million, in a Swiss bank account in the name of Albert Wallace." Wallace said.
Heihachi smiled.
"Agent Wallace. I thought it was you. We've never officially met, but I know who you are. You think you can blackmail me?"
"I know I can. If you tell the authorities, all I have to do is take the chip back to my office and pretend like I came across it after that vampire of yours tried to attack us. If you pay me, I can make this all go away, and you get your chip back." Wallace said.
"How do I know this isn't a setup?" Heihachi said.
"Because I killed a witness in cold blood. I'm blackmailing you over a public line. If I wanted to arrest you, you would have been in custody by now." Wallace said.
"Ok." Heihachi said.
"And to further convince you, you choose the location." Wallace said.
It took Heihachi a moment to think of a safe location.
"The docks. South side, pier 37. There's a building in front of the pier itself. We'll meet on the roof in twenty-five minutes." Heihachi said.
"Fine." Wallace said.
Heihachi hung up the phone. He stood against his desk in the dark room, looking out the window at the city. He sighed.
9:09:22- Hwoarang was driving an SUV again. He and Ling were headed to the drop with two bodyguards. Ling didn't want a lot of men coming along, so she brought the two best men she had.
The meeting was at the docks, pier 37. Ling had said that they were told to be there at least five minutes early.
He was nervous. It wasn't the meet, it was his debating whether to tell Ling about him being undercover or not. It beginning to eat him alive, and that started when she said she was CIA. Wallace had said to not tell anybody, no matter what. To hell with his orders, he knew what was right.
"Ling, there's something you should know." He said.
She looked over at him.
"Is about the meet?" she asked.
"Yes and no. You guys back there listen up too. This involves your asses." He said.
"What is it?" Ling asked.
"I'm working for a special branch of the UN. An anti-terrorist squad." He said.
Ling couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm serious!" he said.
Now there was dead silence in the SUV. Ling stared at Hwoarang, same as the guys in the backseat.
"This really changes things." She said.
"Guys, I work for the UN. Ling is with the CIA." Hwoarang said.
Ling had her arm propped up against the window. Her head was buried in her hand.
"What about the deal?" one of the men said.
"I don't know yet. Ling? Any ideas?" Hwoarang asked,
She was pissed. He could tell. She finally looked back at him with a death glare that he had never seen before.
"How could you not tell me before we got in the vehicle?" she asked.
"I was told not to. Ok? At least I told you at all." He said.
"Well, since I'm not taking you into custody, I should strike a deal with you two back there. Help us make the deal go down and I'll grant you immunity." She said.
"Whoa. You can do that?" Hwoarang asked.
"Yeah. I'm in charge of a couple cases. I can do things like that, but not too often. We should just take in the man who is dealing. You guys in or out?" she said.
The two bodyguards looked at each other then at Ling.
"Yes." They both said.
"So, this dealer, he have a name?" Hwoarang asked.
"Yeah. Baek Doo San." She said.
Hwoarang didn't think he heard her right.
"Baek Doo San?" he asked.
"Yeah. Why?" she asked.
"He's my father... and my mentor." Hwoarang said.
9:14:20- Wallace was on his way to the docks as well, taking a taxi. The ride was quiet, thank God. He wasn't sure if he could take a talkative driver right now. There was a lot at stake here. He knew what he was going to do at the docks. His plan was foolproof.
He took out his cell phone and dialed the ATU.
"Adam Katoya, ATU." Adam said.
"It's Wallace." He said.
"Hey, Hwoarang called." Adam said.
"I know. I told him to. Are the teams ready for the operation?" Wallace asked.
"Yeah. They're just waiting on a location." Adam said.
"The south docks, pier 37." Wallace said.
"Déjà vu."
"Why do you say that?" Wallace said.
"That's where Hwoarang's bust is going down." Adam said.
"Jesus Christ. Double the men. My meet is on the roof of the building directly in front of the pier. Where's his at?"
"On the pier itself." Adam said.
"Great. Just make sure this goes down smoothly." Wallace said.
"I will. Also, I found the location of that receiver."
"Where?"
"Mishima Zaibatzu." Adam said.
"I knew it." Wallace said.
9:19:37- Heihachi walked into the lobby of his private bank. Its two-tone tan and white marble flooring reflected the fluorescent lighting that hung from the ceiling. The building was decorated like a stylish mansion would be in Greece. Plants almost littered the lobby, which was huge. The center section was completely empty. Heihachi imagined it was used to knock the customer's off guard with the sheer size of the building. Right now would be a perfect time for that very same reaction, seeing as he was the only in the lobby.
Heihachi looked at the Checker's counter. It had the same type of marble as the floor, but little niches were inserted for the checker's to do their job. Behind the center-most counter was a door made of wood, with a little golden sign that read in English: "Private". A man opened the door and came out carrying a massive metal suitcase. Three more men followed him, each carrying an oversized metal suitcase. One final man trailed behind the men carrying the cases, and he had it easy. He wasn't carrying anything at all. It was he who came out into the lobby first to greet Heihachi.
"Welcome back, Mr. Mishima! It's a pleasure to do business with you again." He said.
The line was customary, as was his suit, which had the bank's logo on the right breast.
"Is my money ready?" Heihachi asked.
"Yes it is, sir. Ready and waiting." The man said.
"I have a car waiting. They may load it in there."
"It will be a pleasure sir." The man said. 9:25:43- Hwoarang drove through the open gates leading to the section of piers that he wanted.
The docks were built off in sections. First, you had to decide whether you wanted the north dock or the south dock. After that, you had to decide which section of piers you wanted. If you wanted piers 1-15, you took that turnoff, 16-30, that turnoff, etc. It was well-built, but any foreigner who didn't know Japanese could easily get lost or killed, depending on the group of fishermen they ran into. Some of the groups out here were known members of the Japanese Triads, and they could give two shits about foreigners.
The docks were very well lit. There wouldn't be the slightest chance of hiding in a place like this. The car already was lit up like a Christmas tree. Any sniper from a mile away could see them.
Hwoarang just hoped the teams were here and in place. He stopped the SUV in the middle of the road. He thought it was well-placed, seeing as the water was to his left, and a building was to his right. He parked and shut off the vehicle.
"I want to know how you came into contact with my father." Hwoarang said.
"I'm sorry I didn't know about that." Ling said.
"I'm not worried about that. How did he get involved?"
"To tell you the truth, we used to deal with someone else. Then your dad came in. I'm guessing he's higher up than the other man we had originally dealt with." Ling said.
Hwoarang saw a pair of headlights far off in the distance. He wasn't sure of how, but there seemed to be another way to get directly to this pier. In the bright lights, he could tell that it was black. Given the speed, it would be at their location in about one minute. Hwoarang took a deep breath. He was nervous. He glanced around the area, hoping that the teams he called Adam for were in place. So far, he didn't see anything. The car stopped about twenty feet away. Hwoarang got out of the car, as did Ling and the two bodyguards.
The two doors of the BMW opened, and out of the left side came Baek Doo San, and an unknown man came out of the right. Hwoarang didn't recognize the unknown man, but he did look British. Upon looking over at Baek, Hwoarang noticed a strange collar around his neck. It definitely didn't belong to the stylish Armani suit he was wearing.
"Ling, my dear! Who is the friend you brought along?" the British man asked.
"This is the new leader of the gang: Hwoarang Doo San." Ling said.
"And what happen to Chen?" the man asked.
"I killed him." Hwoarang said.
"Pity. I liked him. Oh well. Shall we get down to business?" the man said.
"Sure. Who're you again?" Hwoarang said.
The man frowned. He almost looked angry, as if somebody talked back to him.
"Drake Matthews. Remember it." Drake said.
Ling opened her door and pulled out a briefcase. There was no way it could have contained $200 million. That left only one possibility: bearer bonds, just as good as cash and twice as easy to carry. Ling walked over to Drake and handed him the briefcase.
"One thing: What's my father got to do with this?" Hwoarang asked.
"I was about to get to that. But since you insist are rushing things..." Drake said.
Drake snapped his fingers and Baek walked to Ling. Hwoarang didn't even notice the case he was holding. Baek handed it off to Ling. Ling set the case on the hood.
She was hesitant. What was Drake doing here? Her belief that Baek was in charge was faltering. The way Drake snapped his fingers at Baek showed he had control, and she began to remember how intimidating Drake was. She glanced over at Hwoarang, who was giving Drake a death glare. She was curious as to how great the relationship was between Hwoarang and his father. The case's locks snapped open, and Ling raised the lid. Sure enough, twelve big bags filled to the brim with little blue pills were inside. All together there should have been plenty enough Ecstasy to serve the city.
Hwoarang looked over at her. Ling nodded to him. That was the sign that he was waiting for. He wanted to kill Drake for humiliating his father. Hwoarang pulled out his gun and pointed it at Drake.
"That's enough." Hwoarang said.
Drake didn't even flinch. There was no emotion on his face. He just looked over at Hwoarang casually. Drake was smooth, casual, and one hell of a madman. He once shot his best friend in the head just to satisfy himself the pleasure of running his own drug ring. His friend tries to promote a business opportunity and Drake just killed him for talking out of turn. Talk about being heartless. Here he was a statue.
Hwoarang didn't like uncomfortable silences. His gun was centered on Drake, and Ling had joined in as soon as she confirmed that the drugs were in the case. Where the hell was the team he asked for?
"Did it ever occur to you that you are in way over your head?" Drake asked. Hwoarang then felt the cold sting of a gun barrel against the back of his head.
"Shit." He said.
He should have killed the bodyguards when he had the chance.
9:36:15- Wallace waited atop the building in front of pier 37. He thought he was alone, but he had no clue that he was in fact only a seven-story drop away from being with Hwoarang.
Heihachi hadn't arrived yet, and that was expected. But he should be here any minute now. Wallace was sure everything was in place. This had to go down flawlessly. Otherwise, he would have lost the element of surprise.
The rooftop was fairly small. About fifty feet away was the stairwell, and about five feet from that was the edge of the roof. The other edge was about ten feet behind him.
Heihachi walked through the door to the roof. He had three bodyguards with him. The odd thing was the fact that Heihachi was taller than all of them. All three guards carried a case that seemed heavy.
It was almost like a standoff. Wallace stood on one side all by himself, like the sheriff in western shootout movies. Heihachi was the bad guy who rode into town with his posse.
"Do you have the money?" Wallace said.
Heihachi nodded to his men. They walked about half the distance between them and dropped the cases. Wallace just stood there, but the three men kept their eyes on Wallace, as if he was going to make a move. The men moved back behind Heihachi.
"Where's the chip?" Heihachi asked.
Wallace nodded to the stairwell door.
"It's on the door in a small plastic case." Wallace said.
One of Heihachi's men walked over to the door. Sure enough, there was a small case taped to the door. The man took it off. He turned back to Heihachi with a confused look on his face.
"What is it?" Heihachi asked.
"There's nothing in this thing." He said.
Heihachi turned back to Wallace.
"Where is the chip?" Heihachi asked.
"What can I say? It's my lucky day." Wallace said.
Heihachi pulled out a gun and pointed it at Wallace.
"It sure is." Heihachi said.
Suddenly, the stairwell door burst open. A SWAT team rushed through the door. A helicopter came out of nowhere and shined a light down on the roof. Heihachi's men turned to open fire on the SWAT team, but were being taken down by the quick reaction speeds of the SWAT officers.
9:41:08- Shots could be heard down below, and Hwoarang used that to his advantage.
The man still holding the gun to his head had become distracted and the next thing he knew was that his gun was out of his hand and a foot had hit him hard enough in the face to make him kiss the ground.
Ling took care of her guard the same way. A quick sidestep to the right, and a nicely placed kick to the face took care of things.
The meeting had gone sour. As soon as the guards put guns to their heads, Drake took the drugs and the cash. He was probably about to have the guards kill them. Then the shots rang off from the roof.
Hwoarang took care of his guard fast enough to just catch a glimpse of Drake jumping in the car and beginning to drive off, without Baek. He did what his first reaction was, getting in the SUV and pursuing the bastard.
He would have to worry about Ling and Baek later. He wasn't about to lose this guy. He had too many questions to beat out of him.
9:41:41- Heihachi's men were down. The SWAT team was at a standoff with Heihachi who was still holding the gun. He was surrounded. Wallace came up behind the SWAT team.
"It's over Heihachi. There's nowhere to go." Wallace said.
Heihachi seemed defiant, even when he had lost. A small flicker of reality had to have crossed his mind. Either that or he was afraid of death, because he dropped the gun. The SWAT team tackled him to the ground. Wallace took a portable radio from his back pocket.
"Control, this is Wallace. We have the ball." He said.
9:43:59- Hwoarang had the pedal to the floor. He wished the piece of shit would go faster. The engine of an oversized SUV had about enough moving power as that of a $13,000 sedan with a 4-cylandar engine. It was pathetic, because Drake had a BMW with a V-8 engine. It had to have been that.
The only luck Hwoarang had of catching up was the traffic. Even at night, Tokyo still had tremendous amounts of traffic. And around these parts was especially true.
A horn blasted by as he sped through a red light. Ahead was another red light, and Drake had to slam on his brakes and swerve out of another car's way. Hwoarang's chance had come. Drake had probably slowed down for all of two seconds, which would be longer when he would try to accelerate. Hwoarang, though, was still going at top speed.
Drake though, noticed it and took a left turn suddenly, almost clipping a parked car. Hwoarang pulled the emergency brake and fishtailed, taking the same turn, and almost hitting the same car.
Now they were on a very busy street. The lanes congested, Drake and Hwoarang began weaving in and out of traffic. Drake had better handling and better horsepower for the size of vehicle, so he was able to get farther ahead of Hwoarang. He couldn't risk getting into a crash, or being captured by Hwoarang. He had to improvise.
The next thing Hwoarang saw was one that he couldn't believe. Drake had a MP5 in the car and opened fire on another vehicle with innocent civilians. The car turned, right into three different lanes. Hwoarang swerved, sideswiping a smaller car and pushing it up into oncoming traffic. The pileup passed by him just barely, and Hwoarang sped up. Drake had taken another turn-off, and Hwoarang followed.
9:50:32- Wallace was walking out of the building to find Ling and Baek Doo San. He recognized Ling and pulled out his gun on the two.
"Freeze!" he screamed.
"Whoa! Wait! I'm with Hwoarang!" she yelled out.
"Really. Then where is he?" Wallace said.
"He went off to chase the dealer." She said.
Wallace look down next to her. There were two men lying on the ground, unconscious.
"Who are they?" he asked.
"They were supposed to protect me and Hwoarang, but they must have been planted. I don't really know for sure." She said.
"And him?" Wallace said, gesturing to Baek.
"I haven't really figured him out yet. All I know is that he has some sort of a bomb around his neck. He won't let me touch it. Other than that, I don't know." She said.
Wallace looked at Baek.
"Do you work with Hwoarang?" she asked.
"Yeah. Why?" Wallace said.
"He told me a team was waiting. What happened?" she said.
Wallace put his gun down and holstered it.
"That would be my fault. You see, even though we're UN, it's still an up- and-coming agency. I needed a team, and so did he. It was at the same location, but not enough time to scramble two different teams. I had a bigger operation going down, so I took the team." Wallace said.
"I see." She said.
Wallace nodded to Baek.
"So what's your story?" Wallace said.
"I'm Hwoarang's father. I had become a bit depressed when he left with the army. I started using, then selling. Then tonight, Drake attacked me, but a bomb on my neck and told me that I would die if I didn't do what he said." Baek said.
"Short and to the point. I like that." Wallace said.
9:55:55- Hwoarang was coming up right next to Drake's car. He already had his sidearm out, ready to start shooting at Drake, who had already blasted out his own back window, trying to hit Hwoarang with a small spray of bullets. So far, he was unsuccessful.
Drake put his MP5 out of the window and began to aim when Hwoarang started firing at him. Then Drake took the BMW and rammed it alongside Hwoarang's SUV. It didn't help much, but Hwoarang still needed to steady the vehicle.
The two were now on the highway, and they were in a small portion of the road where no cars were very present. The nearest one was about a quarter mile back.
Hwoarang took aim for Drake's tires and fired. The sparks showed that the bullets hit nothing but the framework of the BMW. His gun's slide locked back. It was out of ammo.
"Dammit!" Hwoarang yelled.
The road was rising up now, about to enter the bridge that crossed the river. Construction was starting here on an addition to the bridge. The crews were at work now, and a small portion of the stone blockades that stopped people from flying off the side of the bridge were removed. Signs were everywhere and lights were nearly blinding in order to keep people away from that portion or bridge.
A hail of bullets came into the vehicle, causing him to duck. Then came more gunshots, but not to the inside of the SUV, but to the tires.
Hwoarang immediately lost control of the vehicle. It swerved back and forth, weaving in and out of every lane available.
The vehicle curved into the construction zone and drove off the bridge, falling towards the river.
9:59:57... 9:59:58... 9:59:59... 10:00:00...
Disclaimer: Don't own "24" or "Tekken".
The following takes place between 9:00 pm and 10:00 pm.
Events occur in real time.
9:00:00- Heihachi was in his office. The bright lights of Tokyo shone through the windows. He had left the lights off, as usual when he was deep in thought.
The chip was vital to the operation. The bots would not be able to operate correctly when the time came. He had assigned his own son to track it down. It had been over an hour since he last heard from him. He should have left that piece of shit dying on the floor of the dojo at the end of the last tournament.
His original plan had to change. He originally wanted to start the next Iron Fist Tournament, and then release the bots. It would have been a bit of enjoyment on his side. The fighters that had beaten him every time wouldn't be able to handle one million fighting robots. He chuckled at the thought of the bots mercilessly beating the fighters to death.
But none of that would happen without the chip. He had no idea how the man who took it got it out of the computer anyway. To even get inside the room, you would need a code that was only known to Heihachi himself, and Lee, who died about five hours ago. He knew he didn't give the code out to anybody, so who knew what it was?
His phone rang. It was almost as if he didn't hear it. Heihachi was just ignoring its annoying buzz. He could see the blinking red light out of the corner of his eye. In the dark room, it was ten times brighter than it should be. Annoyed, he picked up the phone.
"Yes." He said.
"Mr. Mishima." A voice said.
"Who is this?"
"Who I am is not important. What I have is very important." The voice said.
"Get to the point." Heihachi said.
"The chip you desire is in my hand as we speak. What is it worth to you?" the voice asked.
"How do I know you actually have it? Are you the man who took it from the labs?" he asked. The voice laughed.
"The scientist. Not a chance. He was an idiot to trust me. He's dead now, and I'm the new owner of the chip. And for proof? You won't be getting it. Not yet anyways." The voice said.
"Then I'm afraid we don't have a deal." Heihachi said.
"You know you can't afford to take that chance." The voice.
There was a pause.
"What do you want?" Heihachi finally asked.
"$350 million, in a Swiss bank account in the name of Albert Wallace." Wallace said.
Heihachi smiled.
"Agent Wallace. I thought it was you. We've never officially met, but I know who you are. You think you can blackmail me?"
"I know I can. If you tell the authorities, all I have to do is take the chip back to my office and pretend like I came across it after that vampire of yours tried to attack us. If you pay me, I can make this all go away, and you get your chip back." Wallace said.
"How do I know this isn't a setup?" Heihachi said.
"Because I killed a witness in cold blood. I'm blackmailing you over a public line. If I wanted to arrest you, you would have been in custody by now." Wallace said.
"Ok." Heihachi said.
"And to further convince you, you choose the location." Wallace said.
It took Heihachi a moment to think of a safe location.
"The docks. South side, pier 37. There's a building in front of the pier itself. We'll meet on the roof in twenty-five minutes." Heihachi said.
"Fine." Wallace said.
Heihachi hung up the phone. He stood against his desk in the dark room, looking out the window at the city. He sighed.
9:09:22- Hwoarang was driving an SUV again. He and Ling were headed to the drop with two bodyguards. Ling didn't want a lot of men coming along, so she brought the two best men she had.
The meeting was at the docks, pier 37. Ling had said that they were told to be there at least five minutes early.
He was nervous. It wasn't the meet, it was his debating whether to tell Ling about him being undercover or not. It beginning to eat him alive, and that started when she said she was CIA. Wallace had said to not tell anybody, no matter what. To hell with his orders, he knew what was right.
"Ling, there's something you should know." He said.
She looked over at him.
"Is about the meet?" she asked.
"Yes and no. You guys back there listen up too. This involves your asses." He said.
"What is it?" Ling asked.
"I'm working for a special branch of the UN. An anti-terrorist squad." He said.
Ling couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm serious!" he said.
Now there was dead silence in the SUV. Ling stared at Hwoarang, same as the guys in the backseat.
"This really changes things." She said.
"Guys, I work for the UN. Ling is with the CIA." Hwoarang said.
Ling had her arm propped up against the window. Her head was buried in her hand.
"What about the deal?" one of the men said.
"I don't know yet. Ling? Any ideas?" Hwoarang asked,
She was pissed. He could tell. She finally looked back at him with a death glare that he had never seen before.
"How could you not tell me before we got in the vehicle?" she asked.
"I was told not to. Ok? At least I told you at all." He said.
"Well, since I'm not taking you into custody, I should strike a deal with you two back there. Help us make the deal go down and I'll grant you immunity." She said.
"Whoa. You can do that?" Hwoarang asked.
"Yeah. I'm in charge of a couple cases. I can do things like that, but not too often. We should just take in the man who is dealing. You guys in or out?" she said.
The two bodyguards looked at each other then at Ling.
"Yes." They both said.
"So, this dealer, he have a name?" Hwoarang asked.
"Yeah. Baek Doo San." She said.
Hwoarang didn't think he heard her right.
"Baek Doo San?" he asked.
"Yeah. Why?" she asked.
"He's my father... and my mentor." Hwoarang said.
9:14:20- Wallace was on his way to the docks as well, taking a taxi. The ride was quiet, thank God. He wasn't sure if he could take a talkative driver right now. There was a lot at stake here. He knew what he was going to do at the docks. His plan was foolproof.
He took out his cell phone and dialed the ATU.
"Adam Katoya, ATU." Adam said.
"It's Wallace." He said.
"Hey, Hwoarang called." Adam said.
"I know. I told him to. Are the teams ready for the operation?" Wallace asked.
"Yeah. They're just waiting on a location." Adam said.
"The south docks, pier 37." Wallace said.
"Déjà vu."
"Why do you say that?" Wallace said.
"That's where Hwoarang's bust is going down." Adam said.
"Jesus Christ. Double the men. My meet is on the roof of the building directly in front of the pier. Where's his at?"
"On the pier itself." Adam said.
"Great. Just make sure this goes down smoothly." Wallace said.
"I will. Also, I found the location of that receiver."
"Where?"
"Mishima Zaibatzu." Adam said.
"I knew it." Wallace said.
9:19:37- Heihachi walked into the lobby of his private bank. Its two-tone tan and white marble flooring reflected the fluorescent lighting that hung from the ceiling. The building was decorated like a stylish mansion would be in Greece. Plants almost littered the lobby, which was huge. The center section was completely empty. Heihachi imagined it was used to knock the customer's off guard with the sheer size of the building. Right now would be a perfect time for that very same reaction, seeing as he was the only in the lobby.
Heihachi looked at the Checker's counter. It had the same type of marble as the floor, but little niches were inserted for the checker's to do their job. Behind the center-most counter was a door made of wood, with a little golden sign that read in English: "Private". A man opened the door and came out carrying a massive metal suitcase. Three more men followed him, each carrying an oversized metal suitcase. One final man trailed behind the men carrying the cases, and he had it easy. He wasn't carrying anything at all. It was he who came out into the lobby first to greet Heihachi.
"Welcome back, Mr. Mishima! It's a pleasure to do business with you again." He said.
The line was customary, as was his suit, which had the bank's logo on the right breast.
"Is my money ready?" Heihachi asked.
"Yes it is, sir. Ready and waiting." The man said.
"I have a car waiting. They may load it in there."
"It will be a pleasure sir." The man said. 9:25:43- Hwoarang drove through the open gates leading to the section of piers that he wanted.
The docks were built off in sections. First, you had to decide whether you wanted the north dock or the south dock. After that, you had to decide which section of piers you wanted. If you wanted piers 1-15, you took that turnoff, 16-30, that turnoff, etc. It was well-built, but any foreigner who didn't know Japanese could easily get lost or killed, depending on the group of fishermen they ran into. Some of the groups out here were known members of the Japanese Triads, and they could give two shits about foreigners.
The docks were very well lit. There wouldn't be the slightest chance of hiding in a place like this. The car already was lit up like a Christmas tree. Any sniper from a mile away could see them.
Hwoarang just hoped the teams were here and in place. He stopped the SUV in the middle of the road. He thought it was well-placed, seeing as the water was to his left, and a building was to his right. He parked and shut off the vehicle.
"I want to know how you came into contact with my father." Hwoarang said.
"I'm sorry I didn't know about that." Ling said.
"I'm not worried about that. How did he get involved?"
"To tell you the truth, we used to deal with someone else. Then your dad came in. I'm guessing he's higher up than the other man we had originally dealt with." Ling said.
Hwoarang saw a pair of headlights far off in the distance. He wasn't sure of how, but there seemed to be another way to get directly to this pier. In the bright lights, he could tell that it was black. Given the speed, it would be at their location in about one minute. Hwoarang took a deep breath. He was nervous. He glanced around the area, hoping that the teams he called Adam for were in place. So far, he didn't see anything. The car stopped about twenty feet away. Hwoarang got out of the car, as did Ling and the two bodyguards.
The two doors of the BMW opened, and out of the left side came Baek Doo San, and an unknown man came out of the right. Hwoarang didn't recognize the unknown man, but he did look British. Upon looking over at Baek, Hwoarang noticed a strange collar around his neck. It definitely didn't belong to the stylish Armani suit he was wearing.
"Ling, my dear! Who is the friend you brought along?" the British man asked.
"This is the new leader of the gang: Hwoarang Doo San." Ling said.
"And what happen to Chen?" the man asked.
"I killed him." Hwoarang said.
"Pity. I liked him. Oh well. Shall we get down to business?" the man said.
"Sure. Who're you again?" Hwoarang said.
The man frowned. He almost looked angry, as if somebody talked back to him.
"Drake Matthews. Remember it." Drake said.
Ling opened her door and pulled out a briefcase. There was no way it could have contained $200 million. That left only one possibility: bearer bonds, just as good as cash and twice as easy to carry. Ling walked over to Drake and handed him the briefcase.
"One thing: What's my father got to do with this?" Hwoarang asked.
"I was about to get to that. But since you insist are rushing things..." Drake said.
Drake snapped his fingers and Baek walked to Ling. Hwoarang didn't even notice the case he was holding. Baek handed it off to Ling. Ling set the case on the hood.
She was hesitant. What was Drake doing here? Her belief that Baek was in charge was faltering. The way Drake snapped his fingers at Baek showed he had control, and she began to remember how intimidating Drake was. She glanced over at Hwoarang, who was giving Drake a death glare. She was curious as to how great the relationship was between Hwoarang and his father. The case's locks snapped open, and Ling raised the lid. Sure enough, twelve big bags filled to the brim with little blue pills were inside. All together there should have been plenty enough Ecstasy to serve the city.
Hwoarang looked over at her. Ling nodded to him. That was the sign that he was waiting for. He wanted to kill Drake for humiliating his father. Hwoarang pulled out his gun and pointed it at Drake.
"That's enough." Hwoarang said.
Drake didn't even flinch. There was no emotion on his face. He just looked over at Hwoarang casually. Drake was smooth, casual, and one hell of a madman. He once shot his best friend in the head just to satisfy himself the pleasure of running his own drug ring. His friend tries to promote a business opportunity and Drake just killed him for talking out of turn. Talk about being heartless. Here he was a statue.
Hwoarang didn't like uncomfortable silences. His gun was centered on Drake, and Ling had joined in as soon as she confirmed that the drugs were in the case. Where the hell was the team he asked for?
"Did it ever occur to you that you are in way over your head?" Drake asked. Hwoarang then felt the cold sting of a gun barrel against the back of his head.
"Shit." He said.
He should have killed the bodyguards when he had the chance.
9:36:15- Wallace waited atop the building in front of pier 37. He thought he was alone, but he had no clue that he was in fact only a seven-story drop away from being with Hwoarang.
Heihachi hadn't arrived yet, and that was expected. But he should be here any minute now. Wallace was sure everything was in place. This had to go down flawlessly. Otherwise, he would have lost the element of surprise.
The rooftop was fairly small. About fifty feet away was the stairwell, and about five feet from that was the edge of the roof. The other edge was about ten feet behind him.
Heihachi walked through the door to the roof. He had three bodyguards with him. The odd thing was the fact that Heihachi was taller than all of them. All three guards carried a case that seemed heavy.
It was almost like a standoff. Wallace stood on one side all by himself, like the sheriff in western shootout movies. Heihachi was the bad guy who rode into town with his posse.
"Do you have the money?" Wallace said.
Heihachi nodded to his men. They walked about half the distance between them and dropped the cases. Wallace just stood there, but the three men kept their eyes on Wallace, as if he was going to make a move. The men moved back behind Heihachi.
"Where's the chip?" Heihachi asked.
Wallace nodded to the stairwell door.
"It's on the door in a small plastic case." Wallace said.
One of Heihachi's men walked over to the door. Sure enough, there was a small case taped to the door. The man took it off. He turned back to Heihachi with a confused look on his face.
"What is it?" Heihachi asked.
"There's nothing in this thing." He said.
Heihachi turned back to Wallace.
"Where is the chip?" Heihachi asked.
"What can I say? It's my lucky day." Wallace said.
Heihachi pulled out a gun and pointed it at Wallace.
"It sure is." Heihachi said.
Suddenly, the stairwell door burst open. A SWAT team rushed through the door. A helicopter came out of nowhere and shined a light down on the roof. Heihachi's men turned to open fire on the SWAT team, but were being taken down by the quick reaction speeds of the SWAT officers.
9:41:08- Shots could be heard down below, and Hwoarang used that to his advantage.
The man still holding the gun to his head had become distracted and the next thing he knew was that his gun was out of his hand and a foot had hit him hard enough in the face to make him kiss the ground.
Ling took care of her guard the same way. A quick sidestep to the right, and a nicely placed kick to the face took care of things.
The meeting had gone sour. As soon as the guards put guns to their heads, Drake took the drugs and the cash. He was probably about to have the guards kill them. Then the shots rang off from the roof.
Hwoarang took care of his guard fast enough to just catch a glimpse of Drake jumping in the car and beginning to drive off, without Baek. He did what his first reaction was, getting in the SUV and pursuing the bastard.
He would have to worry about Ling and Baek later. He wasn't about to lose this guy. He had too many questions to beat out of him.
9:41:41- Heihachi's men were down. The SWAT team was at a standoff with Heihachi who was still holding the gun. He was surrounded. Wallace came up behind the SWAT team.
"It's over Heihachi. There's nowhere to go." Wallace said.
Heihachi seemed defiant, even when he had lost. A small flicker of reality had to have crossed his mind. Either that or he was afraid of death, because he dropped the gun. The SWAT team tackled him to the ground. Wallace took a portable radio from his back pocket.
"Control, this is Wallace. We have the ball." He said.
9:43:59- Hwoarang had the pedal to the floor. He wished the piece of shit would go faster. The engine of an oversized SUV had about enough moving power as that of a $13,000 sedan with a 4-cylandar engine. It was pathetic, because Drake had a BMW with a V-8 engine. It had to have been that.
The only luck Hwoarang had of catching up was the traffic. Even at night, Tokyo still had tremendous amounts of traffic. And around these parts was especially true.
A horn blasted by as he sped through a red light. Ahead was another red light, and Drake had to slam on his brakes and swerve out of another car's way. Hwoarang's chance had come. Drake had probably slowed down for all of two seconds, which would be longer when he would try to accelerate. Hwoarang, though, was still going at top speed.
Drake though, noticed it and took a left turn suddenly, almost clipping a parked car. Hwoarang pulled the emergency brake and fishtailed, taking the same turn, and almost hitting the same car.
Now they were on a very busy street. The lanes congested, Drake and Hwoarang began weaving in and out of traffic. Drake had better handling and better horsepower for the size of vehicle, so he was able to get farther ahead of Hwoarang. He couldn't risk getting into a crash, or being captured by Hwoarang. He had to improvise.
The next thing Hwoarang saw was one that he couldn't believe. Drake had a MP5 in the car and opened fire on another vehicle with innocent civilians. The car turned, right into three different lanes. Hwoarang swerved, sideswiping a smaller car and pushing it up into oncoming traffic. The pileup passed by him just barely, and Hwoarang sped up. Drake had taken another turn-off, and Hwoarang followed.
9:50:32- Wallace was walking out of the building to find Ling and Baek Doo San. He recognized Ling and pulled out his gun on the two.
"Freeze!" he screamed.
"Whoa! Wait! I'm with Hwoarang!" she yelled out.
"Really. Then where is he?" Wallace said.
"He went off to chase the dealer." She said.
Wallace look down next to her. There were two men lying on the ground, unconscious.
"Who are they?" he asked.
"They were supposed to protect me and Hwoarang, but they must have been planted. I don't really know for sure." She said.
"And him?" Wallace said, gesturing to Baek.
"I haven't really figured him out yet. All I know is that he has some sort of a bomb around his neck. He won't let me touch it. Other than that, I don't know." She said.
Wallace looked at Baek.
"Do you work with Hwoarang?" she asked.
"Yeah. Why?" Wallace said.
"He told me a team was waiting. What happened?" she said.
Wallace put his gun down and holstered it.
"That would be my fault. You see, even though we're UN, it's still an up- and-coming agency. I needed a team, and so did he. It was at the same location, but not enough time to scramble two different teams. I had a bigger operation going down, so I took the team." Wallace said.
"I see." She said.
Wallace nodded to Baek.
"So what's your story?" Wallace said.
"I'm Hwoarang's father. I had become a bit depressed when he left with the army. I started using, then selling. Then tonight, Drake attacked me, but a bomb on my neck and told me that I would die if I didn't do what he said." Baek said.
"Short and to the point. I like that." Wallace said.
9:55:55- Hwoarang was coming up right next to Drake's car. He already had his sidearm out, ready to start shooting at Drake, who had already blasted out his own back window, trying to hit Hwoarang with a small spray of bullets. So far, he was unsuccessful.
Drake put his MP5 out of the window and began to aim when Hwoarang started firing at him. Then Drake took the BMW and rammed it alongside Hwoarang's SUV. It didn't help much, but Hwoarang still needed to steady the vehicle.
The two were now on the highway, and they were in a small portion of the road where no cars were very present. The nearest one was about a quarter mile back.
Hwoarang took aim for Drake's tires and fired. The sparks showed that the bullets hit nothing but the framework of the BMW. His gun's slide locked back. It was out of ammo.
"Dammit!" Hwoarang yelled.
The road was rising up now, about to enter the bridge that crossed the river. Construction was starting here on an addition to the bridge. The crews were at work now, and a small portion of the stone blockades that stopped people from flying off the side of the bridge were removed. Signs were everywhere and lights were nearly blinding in order to keep people away from that portion or bridge.
A hail of bullets came into the vehicle, causing him to duck. Then came more gunshots, but not to the inside of the SUV, but to the tires.
Hwoarang immediately lost control of the vehicle. It swerved back and forth, weaving in and out of every lane available.
The vehicle curved into the construction zone and drove off the bridge, falling towards the river.
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