Tekken 24
Disclaimer: Don't own "24" or "Tekken".
The following takes place between 2:00 am and 3:00 am.
Events occur in real time.
2:00:00- "Nice place." Hwoarang said as he entered his room in the Imperial Hotel. It was no penthouse, but it sure was nice. He looked at the bill once again, which he figured he'd send to Wallace or Le Carre in the morning.
It summed up all the expenses he could ring up within the next few days. Among them: in-room massages, mini bar, 24-hour room service, and pay-per- view movies. He wondered if Le Carre would stiff him on the bill if he racked it up with porn movies.
He flipped on the light switch by the door and took his jacket off. He threw it on the king-sized bed inside the more-than-average sized room.
The room wasn't just a normal tourist room. It was a normal tourist room that attracted attention. The floor was a tan Berber, the bedspread matched the carpet, and the nightstand and writing desk had a cherry oak finish. Hwoarang could have appreciated it, if he were gay. He though it looked too fancy for his taste. Personally, he liked hardwood floors more than he did carpeted ones.
Right now, he was too tired to care about how the room looked. He went back into the small hallway and closed the door, careful enough to latch the deadbolt as well. Then, while pulling off his shirt, he looked at the array of different toiletries that the hotel offered. It had about three different brands of shampoo, six different bars of soap (most saying it helps the environment, whatever that meant), and two different brands of conditioner.
The choices meant little to him as he took the shampoo and the bar of soap off the top of the toilet, leaving the conditioner behind. He set them on the little holder inside the shower, and began to rig the faucet so he could take his shower. Once that was done, he turned on the water.
The steam quickly rose as Hwoarang sat on the toilet and began to take the rest of his clothes off. First the shoes came off, and he stared at the left foot whose pain had been ignored all night. The white sock was completely covered in blood, and by now it was dry. He gingerly took it off and examined the wound. It looked more like a big bite mark than a stab wound. The blood had become a little crusty as he carefully ran his left index finger across the wound.
He considered himself lucky that the glass Chen had shoved into his foot had come out intact. If it had broken inside his foot, he definitely would have noticed it earlier. Hwoarang sighed and stood up onto the bathroom floor, which was now becoming slick due to the steam from the shower. He stripped and got in.
The hot water immediately hit his skin as he entered. It took a second for the heat to register with his brain and when it did, he couldn't help but painfully wince as he waited for his skin to adjust.
Just being in there helped him rejuvenate not only physically, but mentally as well. He closed his eyes and the events of the day flashed by; specifically when Jin died and his fight with Chen. The thought of Drake popped in again and he immediately pushed it out. Then Hwoarang thought of his father. The memories stopped and faded as his silently mouthed the words, "father".
Hwoarang placed his hands along the sides of the shower faucet, his head now placed in the path of the falling water. The red hair flattened, now soaked. The water ran down his face and fell off his chin. He took a deep breath, feeling the rejuvenating euphoria take effect.
2:07:26- Wallace stood just inside the front gate that gave access to the runways. It had been a long day and he had made choices he regretted now that he was unemployed.
Was he an asshole? Yeah, he always had been. The only reason he was nice to Hwoarang was because he felt sorry for the guy. He didn't deserve to be dragged into this, but he had plenty of chances to back out. He had his reasons for pressing Hwoarang and he felt that the size of the transfusion earlier wasn't exactly huge and with the new experimental technology that the ATU was allowed to test, he thought the kid was fine. Well, apparently not. He wondered where he was as he waited here for some unknown reason.
He tried to leave, but the guards Le Carre had set up wouldn't let him leave. One of them was just checking with Le Carre now. Wallace popped his neck muscles, hoping to relieve some of the pressure there. He leaned on the gate and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Placing the thin object between his lips, he couldn't help but call himself stupid for having bought the pack in the first place.
Technically, he quit three years ago. But he's smoked nearly one pack since then. Wallace had set rules for himself when it came to smoking again: if it was a national emergency where the world could end, if somebody tried to kill him or he was shot at, and if he was fired. Well, today had a checkmark on all of those. But it was more or less because of stress.
He lit up, taking a long drag. The paper burned as the smoke filtered into his mouth. Almost immediately he tried to inhale, and coughed. It really had been a while. He coughed again, this time more violently. The guard standing next to the gate glanced over at him, probably curious if he was ok or not.
Wallace held back another cough as he placed the cigarette back in his mouth. He stared out at the runway and saw Le Carre walking towards him. He threw the butt to the ground and stepped on it. Whatever it was, Le Carre didn't look too happy.
"Gavin? What's going on? These guys won't let me out of this god-forsaken place." Wallace said, trying to make light of the incident earlier.
"Al, you're under arrest." Le Carre said.
"What?" Wallace said.
Le Carre signaled the guard behind him to put the handcuffs on.
"What the hell am I being charged with?" Wallace asked.
"You'll find out in a bit." Le Carre said.
The guard knew where to take Wallace. Le Carre made sure that a couple rooms were set aside for them when he got here. Drake was already in one room, with armed guards outside. Now, Wallace would be taking the other room. He was going to be getting some answers. Another field agent came up to him as he stood in place where Wallace was, looking at the city lights in the far background behind the runways.
"Sir?" the agent said.
"Yeah?" he said.
"We ran over the tapes from the cameras inside the hangar. Julia Chang was put into the car that escaped custody." The agent said.
"Did you get the plates?" Le Carre asked.
"Yes. We're taking them down now. Also, Ling Xiaoyu was providing sniper cover. She's missing now, sir." The agent said.
Le Carre started walking towards the administration building where Drake and Wallace were being held.
"She probably left to report to her superiors in the CIA." He said.
"And if she didn't leave under those conditions?" the agent asked.
"It doesn't matter. She isn't important anymore." Le Carre said.
2:12:47- This place really was home to Lee Chaolan. The estate twenty minutes outside of Tokyo was a three floored house that he spent years trying to get it built.. Inside, all floors were of a very lightly colored wood grain that almost glowed when the recessed lighting was on.
That was his favorite part about the house. Everything else was picked out by designers from all over the globe. Needless to say, they not only did a good job of decorating the place, but sucking money out of him as well.
The best item in the house was the voice system he had installed, which would recognize his voice patterns and perform most lighting and temperature commands he asked for.
His office was on the second floor, and was nearly an exact setup of his office in the Mishima Zaibatzu building. He walked in, the lights already on. He quickly sat at the desk and flipped on the computer in front of him.
The status of the bots was the one thing he had to keep tabs on. If everything was going smoothly, nobody would know about the secret door in the lab for a couple more hours, which would be too late to stop his plan.
It was perfect. Lee and Kazuya were the only ones who knew of the true endgame, and Kazuya didn't mind being second to Lee now that Heihachi was dead. Lee even promised him Jin's death as well, if that was what he wanted. Kazuya never commented at the time, but Lee could tell he wanted it to happen. He knew Kazuya felt safe being a "one-of-a-kind".
The program loaded and it showed the progress on the bots. Currently they were about five miles underground and moving to the estate ahead of schedule. The timer showed fifty minutes remaining. The thought of his plan going the way it should made Lee smile.
Meanwhile, Jin was frantically trying to get away from everyone. He despised what he did to Ling back at the ATU. The last thing he ever wanted to do to his friends was hurt them. He actually walked right past Hwoarang as he came into the building, leaving as he began to collapse.
When he awoke, he didn't know what he was feeling. It was like his brain wasn't always there. He could remember everything about himself and the people he knew, but his body was reacting in a strange way. For some reason, he woke feeling really hungry. Jin remembered his arms lashing out around him, hoping to find some food of some sort. The scariest part of the whole ordeal was when he actually bit down on his arm, almost biting the flesh off.
It only lasted for about twenty seconds, but after that he snapped out of it. Struggling in the little locker was terrible. He was able to find a small latch on the wall by pure luck. The man who obviously installed it placed it in the one spot nobody would ever find it. The button was set on the side, and it wasn't even on the door to begin with. After getting out, it was a matter of trying to find somebody.
But then he heard a voice inside his own head. It was strange. Kazuya's voice flooded his brain. His commands flooded through Jin's brain as if Jin himself had actually thought it.
Luckily, when Jin met with his father, he didn't question Jin's loyalty. Kazuya was under the impression that Jin realized his fate and took his place by his father's side. This is what he worried about. Kazuya had never really acted like this to him before, and the fact that Jin took him with open arms made him wonder if Kazuya actually believed him.
After seeing his grandfather die, he was taken to this mansion outside the city. AS to what they were doing here, he had no clue. His one goal in all of this was to infiltrate and report. He had already joined sides with Kazuya and Lee, and now he needed to contact Hwoarang.
He was able to find a bathroom on the top floor. Getting away from everyone was the easy part, actually getting a decent cell phone signal this far outside of Tokyo was a little tricky.
The bathroom had no bath, but was still very spacious. There was no one on this floor that he knew of, but he knew someone would come up here eventually. He dialed in Hwoarang's number as he huddled up around a wall away from the door.
The phone dialed and it ringed, but the signal was breaking up. Jin was overjoyed when he heard someone pick up.
"Hey, it's Hwoarang. Not here, leave one." Hwoarang's voice said.
There was a beep after the message.
"Hey, it's Jin. I'm at a mansion outside of the city. Lee Chaolan and my father are up to something. Also, Nina is here too and Heihachi is dead! I've managed to join sides with them, but I'm not with them. I'll try back in a few minutes." He said.
He went to the door and opened it, slipping the cell phone back in his pocket. The last thing he expected to see outside was Nina. Needless to say, he was surprised. But he never showed it.
"What's up?" Jin said.
"Kazuya wants to meet us in the basement in twenty minutes. Be there." Nina said.
"Yeah." He said.
Nina walked off, and Jin knew she was staring at his pants pocket the entire time. She saw him put the phone in his pocket. Jin wondered what she was going to do. Whatever she did, he was going to have to watch his back.
2:16:52- The shower was probably the best thing that had happened to Hwoarang all day. It was so positive to think about. The shower wasn't something from the past that brought you nothing but sadness, it didn't try to kill you, and when near, it doesn't tell you to continue with the job that you never wanted. It gave you hot water that made you relax, and you actually felt better. It was great.
But now the shower was over. Hwoarang left the bathroom after putting his boxers back on. The rest of his clothes he folded back up and set on the large sink.
The room was cold. The air conditioner must have been running since he came in. Hwoarang never noticed it, even when he first entered the room. He walked over to the thermostat on the wall by the bed and began turning it down. Fumbling with the settings, he noticed the steam coming off his semi- dry skin. He loved it when that happened, taking it as a good sign that he was well-rejuvenated from the shower. It was a personal myth, but he believed it nonetheless.
When the thermostat was set, he looked at the alarm clock to make sure the alarm wasn't on. He was determined to get the best night's sleep ever. Today was probably the longest day of his life.
Finally turning the lights off, Hwoarang laid his tired body into the bed. As soon as his eyes shut, he began to drift into slumber.
There was one thing Hwoarang could safely dream about after a day like today, and that was women. Sure, Hwoarang was a bit of a womanizer. But the women he had met today were people he actually knew. He had fought them, loved them, hated them, and even befriended some of them. No matter what raced through his head as he tried to sleep, the tournaments were always somehow related.
Julia was great, he couldn't deny it. Jin was lucky to get somebody like her. As to what they have in common, it baffled him. Jin and Julia were nearly exact opposites. She fought to save something, while he fought to get away from something all together different.
Julia's beauty was something that Hwoarang immediately found sexy. Her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and when she wore the glasses, he couldn't help but feel perverted.
His mind drifted to Ling. She was also great, and he had to thank her for being there when he first got drafted into the army. She always supported him, and that was how the friendship really grew. He felt her wanting the relationship to more than just friends, but the fact was that he didn't feel that way about Ling. She was a friend, plain and simple.
His mind began to drift to other thoughts, and soon they became completely incoherent. Thoughts like corn bread muffins, meatloaf, Aerosmith's "Dream On", and why cell phones are just so damn small. Finally, his mind gave up and moved into what psychologists called stage 2 sleep.
His breathing slowed for all of one minute, and then the phone rang.
"Ahh!" Hwoarang yelled.
He had jolted awake and sat straight up in bed, alarmed by the sudden noise.
"Fuck!" he cursed.
Pissed off, he took the phone and searched for the phone cord. He unplugged it from the back of the phone and went back to bed.
Hwoarang laid on his side in a fetal position, curled up with the sheets. He stayed awake, watching the bright light glowing underneath the door. His mind was blank and now it was going to be interesting to see him go back to sleep.
An envelope came sliding under the door. Hwoarang didn't move for a moment, the thought probably registering as a figment of imagination. The thought finally registered and he got up, dragging himself to the door.
The envelope was just a standard one that people use to mail things in everyday. When Hwoarang picked it up, it seemed so light that he wondered if somebody simply dropped it, pure chance bringing it under his door. The thought dismissed itself as he opened the flap, and found a small earpiece inside. Curiosity overtook him, and he put it inside his ear.
"Hello?" he said.
"Mr. Doo San?" a male voice said.
"Who is this?"
"That's not important right now. I need you to do something for me." The voice said.
"What makes you think I'm doing something for you?" Hwoarang said.
This conversation seemed all too familiar. The thoughts of his talk with Drake kept making him think that this conversation would go the same way.
"I have information regarding the virus that Lee Chaolan wants to release." The voice said.
"What the hell does Lee have to do with all this?" he asked.
"Obviously, you don't know enough. Lee Chaolan is the father of Drake Matthews." The voice said.
The thought of sheer panic raced through him, and Hwoarang realized he wouldn't be getting any sleep after all.
"Where." He said.
"There's a bar across the street from your hotel. In ten minutes, go to the bar and order a drink. The bartender knows you're coming." The voice said.
There was a click. The man must have been on a phone. Hwoarang couldn't believe that Lee had fathered that bastard Drake, but he could see the family resemblance. He wanted the sleep, but in light of the information, he decided against it. He went into the bathroom to get dressed.
2:20:22- Le Carre stood outside Wallace's room inside the Airport's Administration building. He couldn't believe the information that came in just a few minutes after he fired Wallace. Le Carre didn't want to believe it.
Apparently, Tokyo police found the car that Liu Pang Ho was shot in, and the cop that was protecting Liu was found, and he was just barely alive. The poor bastard was on life support at a hospital somewhere in town.
His phone rang. He couldn't wait to hear the bad news that was probably on the line.
"Le Carre." He said.
"It's Adam. Something's happened."
"What now?" he said.
"The Combots are gone. I don't know how..." Adam said.
The thought didn't even seem plausible. One shock after another, this night was getting out of control and now it just turned into complete panic and chaos.
"That's impossible. Where could they have gone?" Le Carre said.
"I don't know. They aren't outside, they aren't in the building, and they sure as hell aren't down here. I have no clue where they could have gone." Adam said.
"If they never left the building, and they aren't in there, they must have left through the lab. Check for tunnels or tubes or just anything leading outside of the lab that you didn't know about. I have to go." Le Carre said, hanging up.
He walked into the room, and Wallace looked like he was waiting for Le Carre to come in.
"Gavin. You here to lecture?" Wallace asked.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Le Carre asked.
"What are you referring to?"
"You killed a witness. Not to mention all the crap I fired you for." Le Carre said.
"He wouldn't give up the chip. If I left it with him, Kazuya would track us down and he would have gotten in the way anyhow. The only thing that matters is that I secure the chip." Wallace said.
"Jesus Christ, listen to yourself!"
Le Carre sat down in front of Wallace and stared at him.
"What happened to you? Five years ago, I found you in Quantico, pushing papers for some asshole bureaucrat. I gave you the chance to prove yourself, and then one year later, you were here. I was about to give you a promotion. That was until Terry Branch called with your anger management issues. You hired some kid to do field work and you nearly get him killed, and then you go off and kill a witness!" Le Carre said.
"You sound disappointed, Gav." Wallace said.
"You're going to burn for this one, Al. I can't save you." Le Carre said.
He walked out of the room, having no more feeling whatsoever for the man he was leaving behind.
2:25:13- The bar was crowded at this time of the morning. Most of the people were junkies and party animals, though. Normally, Hwoarang would be one of them. Seeing the way people were jumping up and down to the music, drinking and falling over themselves made him wish for the good old times.
The place itself was designed to be one big rave. There had to be at least a couple hundred people, all of them jumping up and down and having fun all around.
Hwoarang pushed through the horde to the bar, which was fairly empty right now. He figured the band must be having a hot night, and by the sound of it, they must be ending. There was one man who was passed out on one end of the bar. The rest of the bar looked trashed. A tired looking man in his thirties came up to Hwoarang.
"What can I get ya?" he said. "Irish carbomb." Hwoarang replied.
The bartender looked at him again and nodded.
"There's a door behind the bar, next to the passed out guy over there. Access code is 7174." The bartender said.
The guy placed the drink on the bar, and Hwoarang took it, gulping one- third of it down before going to the door.
He punched in the access code and walked in. The room he entered was a boardroom. It had white walls and a black table with six leather chairs surrounding it. There were three men in the room. In the back, behind the men, stood the biggest man Hwoarang had ever seen.
He had to be at least eight feet, Hwoarang thought. The man made him look like a bullet compared to a tank shell. The giant looked powerful; he was obviously there for protection.
The men sat in a triangle form at the table. Two sat across from each other while one sat at the head of the table. This man reached out his hand, motioning for Hwoarang to take a seat.
"Please sit, Mr. Doo San." The man said.
Hwoarang took the seat.
"Who are you guys?" Hwoarang asked.
"We represent the Biomedics Corporation. Have you ever heard of us?" the man said.
"No I'm afraid I haven't." Hwoarang said.
"I'm not surprised. For the time being, I'm Len Hanley, and these are my associates." The man said.
"Great. Look, if this isn't too important, I'm just going to ask you to get to the point of this whole thing." Hwoarang said.
Hwoarang could tell that Len looked offended.
"Lee Chaolan is trying to produce a virus. That is why he needed Julia Chang." Len said.
"Drake said he had a virus that he could release at a moment's notice. That's what the Combots are for right?" Hwoarang asked.
"Yes. He had a virus ready."
"Then why grab Julia?" Hwoarang asked.
"Because there is a second virus, and it's more complicated than the first." Len said.
Hwoarang was still a little confused. The first virus was enough to bring the world to its knees. Why would Lee want to make another one?
"Why the second virus? What's it got that the first one doesn't?" Hwoarang asked.
"The devil gene." Len said.
"What?" Hwoarang asked.
"He needs Julia Chang to splice parts of the Devil gene out of the virus he is making. Did you know that there are only a few Combots that were actually checked out of the lab earlier today? Lee has something planned for them. Our guess is that he plans to finish this version of the virus and release it in the city sometime in the morning." Len said.
Hwoarang sighed. It was worse than he thought. Now Jin was gone too, and he was probably with Lee all along. He didn't understand it. He had been good from the get-go, but why turn now?
"There is a cure, but only to the first version of the virus. You see, our company was supposed to buy this virus after Lee took over Mishima Zaibatzu from Heihachi Mishima. That happened about two hours ago, and since then Lee has cancelled the deal. We took it as a personal insult, and we want to take care of it. The reason we contacted you is because you know him." Len said.
"Not personally, I don't." Hwoarang said.
"Close enough. We want you to go to his estate outside of the city and steal the new version of the virus. When you bring it to us, we can make a cure." Len said.
"Just like that?"
"We are the leading company in the medical field today." Len said.
"I need time to think." Hwoarang said.
2:41:10- Adam had no clue where to start looking. It couldn't have been any of the four walls that the lab floor had. It just wasn't logical. Most doors that would be that size would have some sort of hydraulics somewhere, and so far, he found none.
The four walls were also decorated with some protruding design that would prevent the walls from sliding back, if that was how they opened.
It had to be something with the walls. There were no tubes in the floor, and no openings could be found. The walls were the only other logical choice.
The design on the walls was of two half-circles that were latched next to each other at a diagonal angle. Each wall had two sets, one on each side of the wall, both at opposite angles.
There was something there, but he didn't quite know what it was. He stood back near the elevators, looking at the wall. His arms crossed, he was tapping a pen he had in one hand on his chin.
He had it down to this one wall, because the Combots all faced this direction when they were here. But, how the hell did the wall open.
There were lines in the wall that were making some sort of design that was probably meant for decoration. Adam noticed that lines ran through the two sets of circles. Something was there, and he knew it now.
"You son of a bitch..." he whispered.
Adam suddenly smiled, joyous that he finally figured it out.
"You son of a bitch!" he yelled.
He obviously forgot that there were about ten other people nearby, and they all stopped to stare at what Adam was yelling at.
A woman came up to him.
"What is it?" she asked.
"I know how they got out." He said.
"How?" she asked.
Adam pointed to the wall.
"See the circles? They aren't just decoration. They're hinges. The lines that run through them are the edges of the door. The doors flap open in a triangular shape, and the tunnel is behind it." He said, noticeably overjoyed.
"Well, how do we open it?" she asked.
Adam stood there for a moment, thinking.
"I don't know yet." He said.
2:45:13- Lee was in the basement of the mansion. This was the moment he had been waiting for. The Combots were on their way, but this had to be his crowning achievement.
In front of him were ten Combots, but by looking at them, one would never know it. In fact, you would mistake them for actual people.
Lee had taken the Combots and actually applied everything that it would take for them to look like human beings. Think "The Terminator", only real.
The hard part was getting it done in time. Pictures were taken of the individuals, who all now had evil twins. Lee's crew did a good job on these.
The bots were all of fighters who were in the past Tekken tournaments. He had been careful choosing the fighters he wanted to make. Among them: Jin, Hwoarang, Ling Xiaoyu, Julia Chang, Marshall Law, Forrest Law, Lei Wulong, Anna Williams, Baek Doo San, and Eddy Gordo.
The bots were perfect, especially after the trial run that involved Julia Chang earlier that day.
He walked by them all, each staring straight ahead, waiting for an order. It was all absolutely brilliant looking at them. Lee was nearly speechless.
Nina Williams walked up behind him, and she was almost as speechless. Seeing her sister again was something she wasn't so comfortable with. When she looked at Hwoarang, she realized how different the bot was compared to the real thing. The real thing had short hair, while this one took his traditional long haired look. At least that way, she knew if the damn thing was a robot of not.
"What." Lee said.
Nina had been distracted by the bots. She focused on Lee and the reason she was here.
"I think Jin is working against us. I saw him putting a cell phone away while leaving a bathroom." She said.
"Who do you think he called?" Lee asked.
"Without a doubt, Hwoarang." She said.
"So be it." He said.
"What would you like me to do?" she asked.
"If he tries anything else, use the vials on him. You remember where they are?" he asked. "Yes. It would kill him instantly though. The devil gene inside him would cease to function." She said.
"That's the point, my dear." Lee said.
He turned around to face her.
"Kill him if he tries anything at all. He looks at you wrong, he begins to act suspiciously, he goes off to places by himself, whatever. Kill him if he steps out of line." Lee said.
2:50:33- Le Carre was sitting in Drake's interrogation room. So far, nothing had been said. Le Carre had to be a bit gentler with Drake than he was with Wallace.
"So how's things, Drake?" Le Carre said.
"What do you want to know?" Drake said.
"Who are you working for?"
"My father." Drake said.
"And who's that?" Le Carre said.
"Lee Chaolan."
"So this virus threat still stands?" Le Carre said.
"Yes, it does." Drake said.
"Why Julia Chang?"
"Insurance." Drake said.
"I don't buy it. You don't set up a meet to be able to get her for insurance. What's the ulterior motive?" Le Carre said.
"Insurance." Drake said.
"Why lie? You're not going to be able to cut a deal with us unless you tell us everything." Le Carre said.
"Look, I am telling you the truth. The plan was to release the bots into the city from the lab, they spread out and gradually take over from the inside moving out." Drake said.
"You've obviously been misinformed. The Combots aren't even in the labs anymore, and they certainly are not in the city." Le Carre said. Drake was in disbelief. His father lied to him. He couldn't believe the fact that he was used as bait. At this rate, they would never know what Lee was up to.
2:55:07- Hwoarang didn't want any part of this. He would decline the request, leave, and then pass on the information to Le Carre back at the ATU.
Right now he sat at the same chair, the three men looking at him. The pressure was intense. He figured that these men never really took 'no' for an answer. That's why he was there in the first place. They wanted somebody to exact revenge on Lee for the deal that never went down. The big man in the back of the room would be a tough one if he needed to fight his way out of here. The only problem that he would have was with his heart thanks to this damned blood transfusion.
"No." he said.
"No?" Len said.
"No. I'm not going to do this. Find somebody else." Hwoarang said.
Hwoarang rested his arms on the arms of the chair. He leaned back, and suddenly, his arms couldn't move. Looking at them, he could see that they were restrained by metal clasps. Now he couldn't move his legs either.
"What the hell are you doing?" Hwoarang asked.
"I'm sorry, but you have no choice in this matter anymore." Len said.
Len snapped his fingers to a person behind Hwoarang. He didn't know what was going on, but whatever it was, it wasn't going to be good.
The man pushed Hwoarang's head to the side and then inserted a needle into his neck. The needle began pumping some sort of yellow liquid into Hwoarang. When it finished, the man took the needle out.
"What did you do to me?" Hwoarang asked.
"Give the man his hat." Len said.
The same man then put a plastic bag over Hwoarang's head, taking time to tape the bag down at the neck. Hwoarang struggled to get out of his restraints, but it was no use.
He continued to struggle, his anger fuming. Hwoarang knew he was dead, and it was only a matter of time before he ran out of air.
"You see, you have no choice but to help us." Len said.
Hwoarang grew weak, his resistance diminishing. He kept his eyes trained on Len, even as his head hit the table.
He didn't move after that. Hwoarang was dead.
2:59:57... 2:59:58... 2:59:59... 3:00:00...
Disclaimer: Don't own "24" or "Tekken".
The following takes place between 2:00 am and 3:00 am.
Events occur in real time.
2:00:00- "Nice place." Hwoarang said as he entered his room in the Imperial Hotel. It was no penthouse, but it sure was nice. He looked at the bill once again, which he figured he'd send to Wallace or Le Carre in the morning.
It summed up all the expenses he could ring up within the next few days. Among them: in-room massages, mini bar, 24-hour room service, and pay-per- view movies. He wondered if Le Carre would stiff him on the bill if he racked it up with porn movies.
He flipped on the light switch by the door and took his jacket off. He threw it on the king-sized bed inside the more-than-average sized room.
The room wasn't just a normal tourist room. It was a normal tourist room that attracted attention. The floor was a tan Berber, the bedspread matched the carpet, and the nightstand and writing desk had a cherry oak finish. Hwoarang could have appreciated it, if he were gay. He though it looked too fancy for his taste. Personally, he liked hardwood floors more than he did carpeted ones.
Right now, he was too tired to care about how the room looked. He went back into the small hallway and closed the door, careful enough to latch the deadbolt as well. Then, while pulling off his shirt, he looked at the array of different toiletries that the hotel offered. It had about three different brands of shampoo, six different bars of soap (most saying it helps the environment, whatever that meant), and two different brands of conditioner.
The choices meant little to him as he took the shampoo and the bar of soap off the top of the toilet, leaving the conditioner behind. He set them on the little holder inside the shower, and began to rig the faucet so he could take his shower. Once that was done, he turned on the water.
The steam quickly rose as Hwoarang sat on the toilet and began to take the rest of his clothes off. First the shoes came off, and he stared at the left foot whose pain had been ignored all night. The white sock was completely covered in blood, and by now it was dry. He gingerly took it off and examined the wound. It looked more like a big bite mark than a stab wound. The blood had become a little crusty as he carefully ran his left index finger across the wound.
He considered himself lucky that the glass Chen had shoved into his foot had come out intact. If it had broken inside his foot, he definitely would have noticed it earlier. Hwoarang sighed and stood up onto the bathroom floor, which was now becoming slick due to the steam from the shower. He stripped and got in.
The hot water immediately hit his skin as he entered. It took a second for the heat to register with his brain and when it did, he couldn't help but painfully wince as he waited for his skin to adjust.
Just being in there helped him rejuvenate not only physically, but mentally as well. He closed his eyes and the events of the day flashed by; specifically when Jin died and his fight with Chen. The thought of Drake popped in again and he immediately pushed it out. Then Hwoarang thought of his father. The memories stopped and faded as his silently mouthed the words, "father".
Hwoarang placed his hands along the sides of the shower faucet, his head now placed in the path of the falling water. The red hair flattened, now soaked. The water ran down his face and fell off his chin. He took a deep breath, feeling the rejuvenating euphoria take effect.
2:07:26- Wallace stood just inside the front gate that gave access to the runways. It had been a long day and he had made choices he regretted now that he was unemployed.
Was he an asshole? Yeah, he always had been. The only reason he was nice to Hwoarang was because he felt sorry for the guy. He didn't deserve to be dragged into this, but he had plenty of chances to back out. He had his reasons for pressing Hwoarang and he felt that the size of the transfusion earlier wasn't exactly huge and with the new experimental technology that the ATU was allowed to test, he thought the kid was fine. Well, apparently not. He wondered where he was as he waited here for some unknown reason.
He tried to leave, but the guards Le Carre had set up wouldn't let him leave. One of them was just checking with Le Carre now. Wallace popped his neck muscles, hoping to relieve some of the pressure there. He leaned on the gate and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Placing the thin object between his lips, he couldn't help but call himself stupid for having bought the pack in the first place.
Technically, he quit three years ago. But he's smoked nearly one pack since then. Wallace had set rules for himself when it came to smoking again: if it was a national emergency where the world could end, if somebody tried to kill him or he was shot at, and if he was fired. Well, today had a checkmark on all of those. But it was more or less because of stress.
He lit up, taking a long drag. The paper burned as the smoke filtered into his mouth. Almost immediately he tried to inhale, and coughed. It really had been a while. He coughed again, this time more violently. The guard standing next to the gate glanced over at him, probably curious if he was ok or not.
Wallace held back another cough as he placed the cigarette back in his mouth. He stared out at the runway and saw Le Carre walking towards him. He threw the butt to the ground and stepped on it. Whatever it was, Le Carre didn't look too happy.
"Gavin? What's going on? These guys won't let me out of this god-forsaken place." Wallace said, trying to make light of the incident earlier.
"Al, you're under arrest." Le Carre said.
"What?" Wallace said.
Le Carre signaled the guard behind him to put the handcuffs on.
"What the hell am I being charged with?" Wallace asked.
"You'll find out in a bit." Le Carre said.
The guard knew where to take Wallace. Le Carre made sure that a couple rooms were set aside for them when he got here. Drake was already in one room, with armed guards outside. Now, Wallace would be taking the other room. He was going to be getting some answers. Another field agent came up to him as he stood in place where Wallace was, looking at the city lights in the far background behind the runways.
"Sir?" the agent said.
"Yeah?" he said.
"We ran over the tapes from the cameras inside the hangar. Julia Chang was put into the car that escaped custody." The agent said.
"Did you get the plates?" Le Carre asked.
"Yes. We're taking them down now. Also, Ling Xiaoyu was providing sniper cover. She's missing now, sir." The agent said.
Le Carre started walking towards the administration building where Drake and Wallace were being held.
"She probably left to report to her superiors in the CIA." He said.
"And if she didn't leave under those conditions?" the agent asked.
"It doesn't matter. She isn't important anymore." Le Carre said.
2:12:47- This place really was home to Lee Chaolan. The estate twenty minutes outside of Tokyo was a three floored house that he spent years trying to get it built.. Inside, all floors were of a very lightly colored wood grain that almost glowed when the recessed lighting was on.
That was his favorite part about the house. Everything else was picked out by designers from all over the globe. Needless to say, they not only did a good job of decorating the place, but sucking money out of him as well.
The best item in the house was the voice system he had installed, which would recognize his voice patterns and perform most lighting and temperature commands he asked for.
His office was on the second floor, and was nearly an exact setup of his office in the Mishima Zaibatzu building. He walked in, the lights already on. He quickly sat at the desk and flipped on the computer in front of him.
The status of the bots was the one thing he had to keep tabs on. If everything was going smoothly, nobody would know about the secret door in the lab for a couple more hours, which would be too late to stop his plan.
It was perfect. Lee and Kazuya were the only ones who knew of the true endgame, and Kazuya didn't mind being second to Lee now that Heihachi was dead. Lee even promised him Jin's death as well, if that was what he wanted. Kazuya never commented at the time, but Lee could tell he wanted it to happen. He knew Kazuya felt safe being a "one-of-a-kind".
The program loaded and it showed the progress on the bots. Currently they were about five miles underground and moving to the estate ahead of schedule. The timer showed fifty minutes remaining. The thought of his plan going the way it should made Lee smile.
Meanwhile, Jin was frantically trying to get away from everyone. He despised what he did to Ling back at the ATU. The last thing he ever wanted to do to his friends was hurt them. He actually walked right past Hwoarang as he came into the building, leaving as he began to collapse.
When he awoke, he didn't know what he was feeling. It was like his brain wasn't always there. He could remember everything about himself and the people he knew, but his body was reacting in a strange way. For some reason, he woke feeling really hungry. Jin remembered his arms lashing out around him, hoping to find some food of some sort. The scariest part of the whole ordeal was when he actually bit down on his arm, almost biting the flesh off.
It only lasted for about twenty seconds, but after that he snapped out of it. Struggling in the little locker was terrible. He was able to find a small latch on the wall by pure luck. The man who obviously installed it placed it in the one spot nobody would ever find it. The button was set on the side, and it wasn't even on the door to begin with. After getting out, it was a matter of trying to find somebody.
But then he heard a voice inside his own head. It was strange. Kazuya's voice flooded his brain. His commands flooded through Jin's brain as if Jin himself had actually thought it.
Luckily, when Jin met with his father, he didn't question Jin's loyalty. Kazuya was under the impression that Jin realized his fate and took his place by his father's side. This is what he worried about. Kazuya had never really acted like this to him before, and the fact that Jin took him with open arms made him wonder if Kazuya actually believed him.
After seeing his grandfather die, he was taken to this mansion outside the city. AS to what they were doing here, he had no clue. His one goal in all of this was to infiltrate and report. He had already joined sides with Kazuya and Lee, and now he needed to contact Hwoarang.
He was able to find a bathroom on the top floor. Getting away from everyone was the easy part, actually getting a decent cell phone signal this far outside of Tokyo was a little tricky.
The bathroom had no bath, but was still very spacious. There was no one on this floor that he knew of, but he knew someone would come up here eventually. He dialed in Hwoarang's number as he huddled up around a wall away from the door.
The phone dialed and it ringed, but the signal was breaking up. Jin was overjoyed when he heard someone pick up.
"Hey, it's Hwoarang. Not here, leave one." Hwoarang's voice said.
There was a beep after the message.
"Hey, it's Jin. I'm at a mansion outside of the city. Lee Chaolan and my father are up to something. Also, Nina is here too and Heihachi is dead! I've managed to join sides with them, but I'm not with them. I'll try back in a few minutes." He said.
He went to the door and opened it, slipping the cell phone back in his pocket. The last thing he expected to see outside was Nina. Needless to say, he was surprised. But he never showed it.
"What's up?" Jin said.
"Kazuya wants to meet us in the basement in twenty minutes. Be there." Nina said.
"Yeah." He said.
Nina walked off, and Jin knew she was staring at his pants pocket the entire time. She saw him put the phone in his pocket. Jin wondered what she was going to do. Whatever she did, he was going to have to watch his back.
2:16:52- The shower was probably the best thing that had happened to Hwoarang all day. It was so positive to think about. The shower wasn't something from the past that brought you nothing but sadness, it didn't try to kill you, and when near, it doesn't tell you to continue with the job that you never wanted. It gave you hot water that made you relax, and you actually felt better. It was great.
But now the shower was over. Hwoarang left the bathroom after putting his boxers back on. The rest of his clothes he folded back up and set on the large sink.
The room was cold. The air conditioner must have been running since he came in. Hwoarang never noticed it, even when he first entered the room. He walked over to the thermostat on the wall by the bed and began turning it down. Fumbling with the settings, he noticed the steam coming off his semi- dry skin. He loved it when that happened, taking it as a good sign that he was well-rejuvenated from the shower. It was a personal myth, but he believed it nonetheless.
When the thermostat was set, he looked at the alarm clock to make sure the alarm wasn't on. He was determined to get the best night's sleep ever. Today was probably the longest day of his life.
Finally turning the lights off, Hwoarang laid his tired body into the bed. As soon as his eyes shut, he began to drift into slumber.
There was one thing Hwoarang could safely dream about after a day like today, and that was women. Sure, Hwoarang was a bit of a womanizer. But the women he had met today were people he actually knew. He had fought them, loved them, hated them, and even befriended some of them. No matter what raced through his head as he tried to sleep, the tournaments were always somehow related.
Julia was great, he couldn't deny it. Jin was lucky to get somebody like her. As to what they have in common, it baffled him. Jin and Julia were nearly exact opposites. She fought to save something, while he fought to get away from something all together different.
Julia's beauty was something that Hwoarang immediately found sexy. Her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and when she wore the glasses, he couldn't help but feel perverted.
His mind drifted to Ling. She was also great, and he had to thank her for being there when he first got drafted into the army. She always supported him, and that was how the friendship really grew. He felt her wanting the relationship to more than just friends, but the fact was that he didn't feel that way about Ling. She was a friend, plain and simple.
His mind began to drift to other thoughts, and soon they became completely incoherent. Thoughts like corn bread muffins, meatloaf, Aerosmith's "Dream On", and why cell phones are just so damn small. Finally, his mind gave up and moved into what psychologists called stage 2 sleep.
His breathing slowed for all of one minute, and then the phone rang.
"Ahh!" Hwoarang yelled.
He had jolted awake and sat straight up in bed, alarmed by the sudden noise.
"Fuck!" he cursed.
Pissed off, he took the phone and searched for the phone cord. He unplugged it from the back of the phone and went back to bed.
Hwoarang laid on his side in a fetal position, curled up with the sheets. He stayed awake, watching the bright light glowing underneath the door. His mind was blank and now it was going to be interesting to see him go back to sleep.
An envelope came sliding under the door. Hwoarang didn't move for a moment, the thought probably registering as a figment of imagination. The thought finally registered and he got up, dragging himself to the door.
The envelope was just a standard one that people use to mail things in everyday. When Hwoarang picked it up, it seemed so light that he wondered if somebody simply dropped it, pure chance bringing it under his door. The thought dismissed itself as he opened the flap, and found a small earpiece inside. Curiosity overtook him, and he put it inside his ear.
"Hello?" he said.
"Mr. Doo San?" a male voice said.
"Who is this?"
"That's not important right now. I need you to do something for me." The voice said.
"What makes you think I'm doing something for you?" Hwoarang said.
This conversation seemed all too familiar. The thoughts of his talk with Drake kept making him think that this conversation would go the same way.
"I have information regarding the virus that Lee Chaolan wants to release." The voice said.
"What the hell does Lee have to do with all this?" he asked.
"Obviously, you don't know enough. Lee Chaolan is the father of Drake Matthews." The voice said.
The thought of sheer panic raced through him, and Hwoarang realized he wouldn't be getting any sleep after all.
"Where." He said.
"There's a bar across the street from your hotel. In ten minutes, go to the bar and order a drink. The bartender knows you're coming." The voice said.
There was a click. The man must have been on a phone. Hwoarang couldn't believe that Lee had fathered that bastard Drake, but he could see the family resemblance. He wanted the sleep, but in light of the information, he decided against it. He went into the bathroom to get dressed.
2:20:22- Le Carre stood outside Wallace's room inside the Airport's Administration building. He couldn't believe the information that came in just a few minutes after he fired Wallace. Le Carre didn't want to believe it.
Apparently, Tokyo police found the car that Liu Pang Ho was shot in, and the cop that was protecting Liu was found, and he was just barely alive. The poor bastard was on life support at a hospital somewhere in town.
His phone rang. He couldn't wait to hear the bad news that was probably on the line.
"Le Carre." He said.
"It's Adam. Something's happened."
"What now?" he said.
"The Combots are gone. I don't know how..." Adam said.
The thought didn't even seem plausible. One shock after another, this night was getting out of control and now it just turned into complete panic and chaos.
"That's impossible. Where could they have gone?" Le Carre said.
"I don't know. They aren't outside, they aren't in the building, and they sure as hell aren't down here. I have no clue where they could have gone." Adam said.
"If they never left the building, and they aren't in there, they must have left through the lab. Check for tunnels or tubes or just anything leading outside of the lab that you didn't know about. I have to go." Le Carre said, hanging up.
He walked into the room, and Wallace looked like he was waiting for Le Carre to come in.
"Gavin. You here to lecture?" Wallace asked.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Le Carre asked.
"What are you referring to?"
"You killed a witness. Not to mention all the crap I fired you for." Le Carre said.
"He wouldn't give up the chip. If I left it with him, Kazuya would track us down and he would have gotten in the way anyhow. The only thing that matters is that I secure the chip." Wallace said.
"Jesus Christ, listen to yourself!"
Le Carre sat down in front of Wallace and stared at him.
"What happened to you? Five years ago, I found you in Quantico, pushing papers for some asshole bureaucrat. I gave you the chance to prove yourself, and then one year later, you were here. I was about to give you a promotion. That was until Terry Branch called with your anger management issues. You hired some kid to do field work and you nearly get him killed, and then you go off and kill a witness!" Le Carre said.
"You sound disappointed, Gav." Wallace said.
"You're going to burn for this one, Al. I can't save you." Le Carre said.
He walked out of the room, having no more feeling whatsoever for the man he was leaving behind.
2:25:13- The bar was crowded at this time of the morning. Most of the people were junkies and party animals, though. Normally, Hwoarang would be one of them. Seeing the way people were jumping up and down to the music, drinking and falling over themselves made him wish for the good old times.
The place itself was designed to be one big rave. There had to be at least a couple hundred people, all of them jumping up and down and having fun all around.
Hwoarang pushed through the horde to the bar, which was fairly empty right now. He figured the band must be having a hot night, and by the sound of it, they must be ending. There was one man who was passed out on one end of the bar. The rest of the bar looked trashed. A tired looking man in his thirties came up to Hwoarang.
"What can I get ya?" he said. "Irish carbomb." Hwoarang replied.
The bartender looked at him again and nodded.
"There's a door behind the bar, next to the passed out guy over there. Access code is 7174." The bartender said.
The guy placed the drink on the bar, and Hwoarang took it, gulping one- third of it down before going to the door.
He punched in the access code and walked in. The room he entered was a boardroom. It had white walls and a black table with six leather chairs surrounding it. There were three men in the room. In the back, behind the men, stood the biggest man Hwoarang had ever seen.
He had to be at least eight feet, Hwoarang thought. The man made him look like a bullet compared to a tank shell. The giant looked powerful; he was obviously there for protection.
The men sat in a triangle form at the table. Two sat across from each other while one sat at the head of the table. This man reached out his hand, motioning for Hwoarang to take a seat.
"Please sit, Mr. Doo San." The man said.
Hwoarang took the seat.
"Who are you guys?" Hwoarang asked.
"We represent the Biomedics Corporation. Have you ever heard of us?" the man said.
"No I'm afraid I haven't." Hwoarang said.
"I'm not surprised. For the time being, I'm Len Hanley, and these are my associates." The man said.
"Great. Look, if this isn't too important, I'm just going to ask you to get to the point of this whole thing." Hwoarang said.
Hwoarang could tell that Len looked offended.
"Lee Chaolan is trying to produce a virus. That is why he needed Julia Chang." Len said.
"Drake said he had a virus that he could release at a moment's notice. That's what the Combots are for right?" Hwoarang asked.
"Yes. He had a virus ready."
"Then why grab Julia?" Hwoarang asked.
"Because there is a second virus, and it's more complicated than the first." Len said.
Hwoarang was still a little confused. The first virus was enough to bring the world to its knees. Why would Lee want to make another one?
"Why the second virus? What's it got that the first one doesn't?" Hwoarang asked.
"The devil gene." Len said.
"What?" Hwoarang asked.
"He needs Julia Chang to splice parts of the Devil gene out of the virus he is making. Did you know that there are only a few Combots that were actually checked out of the lab earlier today? Lee has something planned for them. Our guess is that he plans to finish this version of the virus and release it in the city sometime in the morning." Len said.
Hwoarang sighed. It was worse than he thought. Now Jin was gone too, and he was probably with Lee all along. He didn't understand it. He had been good from the get-go, but why turn now?
"There is a cure, but only to the first version of the virus. You see, our company was supposed to buy this virus after Lee took over Mishima Zaibatzu from Heihachi Mishima. That happened about two hours ago, and since then Lee has cancelled the deal. We took it as a personal insult, and we want to take care of it. The reason we contacted you is because you know him." Len said.
"Not personally, I don't." Hwoarang said.
"Close enough. We want you to go to his estate outside of the city and steal the new version of the virus. When you bring it to us, we can make a cure." Len said.
"Just like that?"
"We are the leading company in the medical field today." Len said.
"I need time to think." Hwoarang said.
2:41:10- Adam had no clue where to start looking. It couldn't have been any of the four walls that the lab floor had. It just wasn't logical. Most doors that would be that size would have some sort of hydraulics somewhere, and so far, he found none.
The four walls were also decorated with some protruding design that would prevent the walls from sliding back, if that was how they opened.
It had to be something with the walls. There were no tubes in the floor, and no openings could be found. The walls were the only other logical choice.
The design on the walls was of two half-circles that were latched next to each other at a diagonal angle. Each wall had two sets, one on each side of the wall, both at opposite angles.
There was something there, but he didn't quite know what it was. He stood back near the elevators, looking at the wall. His arms crossed, he was tapping a pen he had in one hand on his chin.
He had it down to this one wall, because the Combots all faced this direction when they were here. But, how the hell did the wall open.
There were lines in the wall that were making some sort of design that was probably meant for decoration. Adam noticed that lines ran through the two sets of circles. Something was there, and he knew it now.
"You son of a bitch..." he whispered.
Adam suddenly smiled, joyous that he finally figured it out.
"You son of a bitch!" he yelled.
He obviously forgot that there were about ten other people nearby, and they all stopped to stare at what Adam was yelling at.
A woman came up to him.
"What is it?" she asked.
"I know how they got out." He said.
"How?" she asked.
Adam pointed to the wall.
"See the circles? They aren't just decoration. They're hinges. The lines that run through them are the edges of the door. The doors flap open in a triangular shape, and the tunnel is behind it." He said, noticeably overjoyed.
"Well, how do we open it?" she asked.
Adam stood there for a moment, thinking.
"I don't know yet." He said.
2:45:13- Lee was in the basement of the mansion. This was the moment he had been waiting for. The Combots were on their way, but this had to be his crowning achievement.
In front of him were ten Combots, but by looking at them, one would never know it. In fact, you would mistake them for actual people.
Lee had taken the Combots and actually applied everything that it would take for them to look like human beings. Think "The Terminator", only real.
The hard part was getting it done in time. Pictures were taken of the individuals, who all now had evil twins. Lee's crew did a good job on these.
The bots were all of fighters who were in the past Tekken tournaments. He had been careful choosing the fighters he wanted to make. Among them: Jin, Hwoarang, Ling Xiaoyu, Julia Chang, Marshall Law, Forrest Law, Lei Wulong, Anna Williams, Baek Doo San, and Eddy Gordo.
The bots were perfect, especially after the trial run that involved Julia Chang earlier that day.
He walked by them all, each staring straight ahead, waiting for an order. It was all absolutely brilliant looking at them. Lee was nearly speechless.
Nina Williams walked up behind him, and she was almost as speechless. Seeing her sister again was something she wasn't so comfortable with. When she looked at Hwoarang, she realized how different the bot was compared to the real thing. The real thing had short hair, while this one took his traditional long haired look. At least that way, she knew if the damn thing was a robot of not.
"What." Lee said.
Nina had been distracted by the bots. She focused on Lee and the reason she was here.
"I think Jin is working against us. I saw him putting a cell phone away while leaving a bathroom." She said.
"Who do you think he called?" Lee asked.
"Without a doubt, Hwoarang." She said.
"So be it." He said.
"What would you like me to do?" she asked.
"If he tries anything else, use the vials on him. You remember where they are?" he asked. "Yes. It would kill him instantly though. The devil gene inside him would cease to function." She said.
"That's the point, my dear." Lee said.
He turned around to face her.
"Kill him if he tries anything at all. He looks at you wrong, he begins to act suspiciously, he goes off to places by himself, whatever. Kill him if he steps out of line." Lee said.
2:50:33- Le Carre was sitting in Drake's interrogation room. So far, nothing had been said. Le Carre had to be a bit gentler with Drake than he was with Wallace.
"So how's things, Drake?" Le Carre said.
"What do you want to know?" Drake said.
"Who are you working for?"
"My father." Drake said.
"And who's that?" Le Carre said.
"Lee Chaolan."
"So this virus threat still stands?" Le Carre said.
"Yes, it does." Drake said.
"Why Julia Chang?"
"Insurance." Drake said.
"I don't buy it. You don't set up a meet to be able to get her for insurance. What's the ulterior motive?" Le Carre said.
"Insurance." Drake said.
"Why lie? You're not going to be able to cut a deal with us unless you tell us everything." Le Carre said.
"Look, I am telling you the truth. The plan was to release the bots into the city from the lab, they spread out and gradually take over from the inside moving out." Drake said.
"You've obviously been misinformed. The Combots aren't even in the labs anymore, and they certainly are not in the city." Le Carre said. Drake was in disbelief. His father lied to him. He couldn't believe the fact that he was used as bait. At this rate, they would never know what Lee was up to.
2:55:07- Hwoarang didn't want any part of this. He would decline the request, leave, and then pass on the information to Le Carre back at the ATU.
Right now he sat at the same chair, the three men looking at him. The pressure was intense. He figured that these men never really took 'no' for an answer. That's why he was there in the first place. They wanted somebody to exact revenge on Lee for the deal that never went down. The big man in the back of the room would be a tough one if he needed to fight his way out of here. The only problem that he would have was with his heart thanks to this damned blood transfusion.
"No." he said.
"No?" Len said.
"No. I'm not going to do this. Find somebody else." Hwoarang said.
Hwoarang rested his arms on the arms of the chair. He leaned back, and suddenly, his arms couldn't move. Looking at them, he could see that they were restrained by metal clasps. Now he couldn't move his legs either.
"What the hell are you doing?" Hwoarang asked.
"I'm sorry, but you have no choice in this matter anymore." Len said.
Len snapped his fingers to a person behind Hwoarang. He didn't know what was going on, but whatever it was, it wasn't going to be good.
The man pushed Hwoarang's head to the side and then inserted a needle into his neck. The needle began pumping some sort of yellow liquid into Hwoarang. When it finished, the man took the needle out.
"What did you do to me?" Hwoarang asked.
"Give the man his hat." Len said.
The same man then put a plastic bag over Hwoarang's head, taking time to tape the bag down at the neck. Hwoarang struggled to get out of his restraints, but it was no use.
He continued to struggle, his anger fuming. Hwoarang knew he was dead, and it was only a matter of time before he ran out of air.
"You see, you have no choice but to help us." Len said.
Hwoarang grew weak, his resistance diminishing. He kept his eyes trained on Len, even as his head hit the table.
He didn't move after that. Hwoarang was dead.
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