Tekken 24
Disclaimer: Don't own "24" or "Tekken".
Author's Note: I apologize about this being late (as usual). I had a ton of homework this week, namely three papers, one of which was a short story for a creative writing class. Thankfully it's all done, and now here's the final chapter. Enjoy!
The following takes place between 11:00 am and 12:00 pm.
Events occur in real time.
11:00:00- Gavin Le Carre was just glad that the situation was under control. The stadium was under lock down, and nobody was getting out. Ling was safe, and Hwoarang was going after Lee. He just hoped that Hwoarang was able to get him.
He was below the stadium in the service basement which was supposed to be used for food storage, but the rank smell of mold told him that if there was food down here, it had been here for ages. Le Carre took a deep breath before coughing the stale air right back out. God, it smelled. "Let's get out of this room before we die from the lack of oxygen," he joked.
Ling agreed. It smelled about as bad as a bathroom after a case of diarrhea. The team Le Carre came in with was making a hasty exit, so she decided to follow. Le Carre brought up the rear. They exited through the stairway that led back up to the concession stand.
A dull roar echoed through the stadium. Le Carre knew it was the crowd. He would have coordinate with the Japanese authorities when it came to the eventual evacuation of this place, but he currently had other things to worry about.
The light momentarily caused Ling to squint. She had been down in the dim basement for a little while. Her eyes quickly adjusted, and she immediately began worrying about Hwoarang when she reached the top of the stairs. She then thought about Steve. "Gavin?"
Le Carre looked over his shoulder at her, continuing to walk out of the trashed concession stand. "What's up?"
"Did you know Steve was a part of this," she asked.
"Steve? Who's Steve?"
"Steve Fox. He was at the fourth King of Iron Fist Tournament. I hadn't seen him since then, but somehow he was involved in this today," she said.
"I guess Lee would need some help with something this big. Do you know if he knew how to fire a sniper rifle?"
"Your guess is as good as mine, but given his personality, he would rather hit somebody than shoot them," Ling said.
"What about Lee? I find it highly irregular that he has the place infiltrated, and doesn't release the virus when we show up. Besides, if he had you as a hostage, why didn't he kill you when we showed up?"
"What are you getting at?"
"I think he was either trying to tell us something, or he has something else planned," Le Carre said.
Le Carre's radio burst to life.
"We have a security breach on the north gate! Two vehicles: A large SUV and a smaller sedan. They just burst through," a man said over the radio.
"Shit," Le Carre said.
11:03:54 – The stolen car that Hwoarang was driving was speeding through downtown Tokyo, chasing after Lee Chaolan's stolen SUV. The speedometer was reaching seventy miles per hour. That doesn't seem like a lot on a normal day, but when you're in a crowded downtown district and approaching the lunch hour, seventy seems like one fifty.
He quickly swerved into the oncoming lane in order to avoid traffic stopped by a red light, and moved into the intersection. The car luckily squeezed between two cars in opposing lanes, one of which who slammed on their brakes after seeing Hwoarang's car flash right by in front of them.
About two blocks ahead, Hwoarang could barely make out the ash colored SUV. It was a big one, probably a Suburban or something similar. It took a sharp turn left, and Hwoarang followed suit, the car quickly gaining on the slower, much bigger vehicle.
The area they were in seemed familiar. Hwoarang hadn't been in Tokyo long, nor had he ever been in this city long enough to know the streets or the various shortcuts one could take to get somewhere. Once he turned onto the next street, he could clearly see Lee's destination on the horizon: Mishima Zaibatsu. It made sense. It was the one place Lee knew well enough to be able to hide from him. Hwoarang took out his cell phone and called Le Carre.
"Le Carre."
"It's me," Hwoarang said.
"What the hell happened? Where are you," he said.
"I think I'm following Lee towards the Zaibatsu building."
"Well, if he is headed there, it's guarded by our guys. He'll be arrested in no time," Le Carre said.
"Are you sure? Because I can see a helicopter landing on the roof," Hwoarang said.
"Ok. Follow him. If he goes to the front gate, there should be somebody there, he'll never get in," Le Carre said.
The car zoomed forward down the streets, still at near breakneck speed. He didn't think he could stay on the phone and keep driving like this for very long. He was lucky he hadn't had an accident already.
"Ok. I'll get back to you," Hwoarang said.
As he threw the phone into the passenger's seat, Hwoarang could still see the SUV, which was about a block and a half ahead of him.
11:08:16 – Lee had his cell phone out, and he dialed a number while watching the road. He was running red lights, and the SUV he was driving was huge. Given the interior and the huge GMC logo on the wheel, he figured he was driving a Yukon. It was a good thing, too. As long as he didn't have a collision with a Mack truck or a vehicle of equal size, Lee would bash right through the impact and keep moving. That was the beauty of vehicles this size.
The line rang, and somebody eventually picked up.
"Yeah," a woman answered.
"It's me. Go to secondary protocol. The helicopter just arrived right?"
"Yes," the woman responded.
"Have it prepped and ready to take me to the airport. Get a hold of the airport and have them prep my jet," Lee said.
"Is something wrong?"
"The stadium went bad. Hwoarang is chasing me now. I'm about to reach the gate. You took care of the agents there, right?"
"Kazuya took care of them personally," the woman said.
"Good. Is there with you now?"
"We're both here in your office. Just so you know: there's only one elevator working. The others had been deactivated when we arrived," the woman said.
"Okay. Which one is it?"
"Center elevator."
"Ok. Stay put," Lee said, hanging up.
11:11:47 – Le Carre got in the car he had parked outside of the stadium. He had told Ling to drive, but he didn't say where. He was worried. Something was going on, and he had a hunch that this is where it was going to end. He handed Ling the keys as he pulled his phone out.
"Where to?"
"Mishima Zaibatsu," he said.
"Why there," she asked.
"I've just got a bad feeling about this." Le Carre dialed a number and hit send. The line rang not once, not twice, not three times, but four times. There was no voice mail set up and the line continued to ring. "Damn," he said.
"What is going on here? Can you please tell me something," Ling protested.
"I think Lee went back there. I was checking on the men who had the building secured. I was trying to get a hold of the team leader. He would have picked up, and since he didn't, I worried about Hwoarang."
"What was he doing," Ling asked.
"Well, he told me that he was chasing Lee and that they were within visual range of the building. Plus, he said that he could see a helicopter landing on the roof," Le Carre said.
"I'll tell you one thing. When I was in the stadium, he gave a glance at me that told me something else was on his mind. It wasn't about the virus," Ling said.
Le Carre looked at her, not confused nor concerned, but like it made sense. "What was it?"
"I don't know. I wish I did. But whatever it was, he looked afraid," she said.
Lee didn't sound like the type to be afraid of much. His ego boasted enough bravado to even make Hwoarang sick to his stomach. To hear that he was afraid of an unknown factor was very disturbing.
"Okay. He was afraid," Le Carre thought aloud. "What was he afraid of? You, me, or Hwoarang?"
"It couldn't have been that. If he wanted to, he could have released that virus if he wanted to. You could see that something was up. I mean, look at how easily you took down that bot!"
"True. But if not that, what," Le Carre asked. He stayed silent for a moment, thinking hard. He glanced at the road ahead of them. Then it came to him. "Somebody else is in charge."
"What," she asked.
"That's what he was afraid of. He's afraid of his boss. When you screw up at work, your boss hounds your ass and threatens to fire you, so you work harder than ever to get back on their good side. Lee screwed up at the school and the apartment building, so his boss must have given him one last chance," Le Carre said.
"But since he failed, what do you think will happen?"
"Whoever Lee's working for will probably try to kill him. I just hope we won't be too late."
11:15:03 – Lee was trying to get inside, but it was almost impossible with Hwoarang chasing him. First it was by car, now it's on foot again. Lee pulled out his gun and fired three shots at Hwoarang, who ducked behind a car when he pulled the gun out. He took the chance to sprint to the back entrance and rush inside.
Hwoarang dashed after him immediately after the shots recessed. He admitted that even though he was a bit out of shape and tired as all hell, he was considerably faster than Lee. It took him nearly half as much time for him to run inside as it did for Lee. That was a good thing too; because had he been any slower, he wouldn't know which was Lee would have gone. He saw that the door to a stairwell off to the side of the lobby was just swinging shut. It was the only thing disturbed, and he ran for it. As soon as he entered, two shots came his direction. Hwoarang successfully avoided them, and he could hear Lee's yells of frustration.
Lee was two floors up, and he started running up. This was where the real test of endurance was. With the elevators out, Lee and Hwoarang would be running up at least sixty flights of stairs, and even for the most athletic person, it was still a daunting task.
Hwoarang started running up the stairs three at a time, hoping it would help gain him some ground on Lee. Was he upset about everything that had happened today? Yes, but it was all in the back of his head right now. He was running on fumes and his concentration was all that kept him on Lee's back.
They were approaching the twentieth floor and Lee stopped. He held his gun out, and aimed. Hwoarang was less than a floor down from him, and Lee could hear him rushing up the stairs.
Hwoarang, out of the corner of his eye, saw the gun and dived past Lee's field of vision. Lee had fired one shot, but it was because that was all that was left in the clip.
Lee ejected the clip and inserted the last one that he had on him. He continued to run up the stairs.
11:23:45 – Le Carre was on the phone with some of his associates from the ATU. Ling was still rushing to the Zaibatsu, and they were getting close.
She felt like crying. It was hard to believe all that had happened today. She saw Hwoarang beaten to a nearly bloody pulp. She was attacked by Jin. She was kidnapped herself, only to be re-kidnapped by Kazuya and held hostage at a baseball stadium.
Her feelings for Hwoarang were genuine. Originally, she was there to spy on him, but then she began to feel for him. She didn't necessarily love him, but she cared about him. He was a confident person who always got what he wanted, but inside, he was as insecure as they can be. He hated they way he was raised. He was worried how of what he would become, but he didn't want to change how he was living at the time. Hwoarang had so many questions that only he himself could answer.
In a way, you could saw they were dating, but they were more friends than lovers. In fact, they had only had sex twice, and that was because they were both drunk and horny at the time. After the second time, she made sure it would never happen again. Even though they both knew their intimate relationship was no more, the friendship lasted. That is, until he left after the fourth tournament.
Then today she caught up with him, and she didn't know what to think at first. Part of her hated him, another part didn't care, and another part was happy to see him alive. But she soon realized they were still friends. Subconsciously, she had a slight hesitation, almost as if she wanted to have sex with him again. Of course the sex was incredible, but it just wasn't right. "Morals," she thought, "with the world as it is who needs them?"
Her feelings for Jin were a different story. He was an old crush, but she really just wanted to be his friend, and for him to treat her the same way. She also cared about him, but she knew that while he wasn't reckless, he was self-destructive. He had thicker scars than Hwoarang, and she knew that eventually he would explode. Supposedly that happened at the last tournament. He nearly killed Heihachi and flew off. According to Le Carre, Jin had died twice, and came back to life both times. Jesus Christ would be proud.
"Yeah. Here she is," Le Carre said into his phone.
He was offering the phone to her.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"It's Jin. He wants to talk to you," he said.
She took the phone.
"Jin," she said.
"Hey. I wanted to tell you that they're moving me into protective custody. I might not see you for a while," he said.
"Where are they taking you?"
"I don't know. That's why I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to apologize for what I did to you last night."
"It's ok. You did a good job. I'm sorry for all that you went through today."
"Thank you. I have to admit that you are a good friend. Hwoarang too, no matter how many times we fight each other. It's all good," he said.
Ling smiled. She knew that Jin was trying to say goodbye and couldn't. But she didn't care. At least he acknowledged her friendship finally. That was all that mattered.
11:30:59 – Hwoarang was slowing down. He was exhausted. Lee had already made it to the top floor and he was getting close. He stopped for a second. He sat on the stairs and held onto the bottom of the railing. He set his head against it, breathing hard. Sweat was pouring down his face and neck, his hair wet. He closed his eyes.
He was grateful for the people he had met today. His rivals and friends from the tournaments, his father, Le Carre, even Wallace had forced him to hold on to his sanity. The torture had destroyed him. And since then, he had been spiraling into a state of mind he might not have ever gotten out of had it not been for them. Wallace pushed him, Le Carre guided him, Ling consoled him, and Jin respected him. It was enough to carry on, and he didn't know what would have happened had it never happened.
His heartbeat slowed as he meditated there on the stairwell. It only took him a moment to catch his breath. He stood up and continued up the stairs, more focused.
At the top of the stairs, he could see the door had a window at eye level. He quickly glanced through it to see if Lee was going to try and blow his head off.
Inside, the hall was empty. He entered the door. The floor was made of wood, as were most of the walls. To his immediate left was a desk, where a secretary would be stationed at. To his right was a small waiting area, complete with a couch and table for magazines. In front of him was the hall, and it was slightly narrow.
He glanced at the secretary's desk. In front of it was a stand up holder for swords. Three were on the holder, and seeing as he was weapon-less, Hwoarang walked over and grabbed the largest one. He took the sheath off and tossed it aside.
He began walking down the hall, sword in hand. He could tell which office belonged to Lee, but just because there was only one obvious choice. The door to his office was wide open, while the other was closed and had the yellow "Crime Scene" tape across it.
He foot work was silent, being careful as to not make any noise. The sun was pouring through the windows and out into the hall, which would make Hwoarang's entrance obvious. He didn't care, he had a sword, and he would kill Lee with it if he went for his gun.
Hwoarang entered the room, and was taken off guard immediately. There was someone at the desk, and Lee was standing behind her. "What the fuck," he said.
It was impossible. Jin had said that he saw her die. It must have been a bot. That was the only way Julia Chang could be sitting up there. But why have a bot type on a computer when you could just do it yourself?
"She's real," Lee assured.
"Prove it," Hwoarang said.
"If you insist," he said. Lee took Julia's wrist, and she began to protest. He jerked her wrist, and anyone in the room would have been able to hear the bones break. She yelled and began to cry, holding her wrist in pain. "As I said, she's real," Lee said.
"Let her go," Hwoarang said.
Lee didn't respond. Hwoarang wondered why he didn't. Then it hit him, literally. Kazuya had come up from behind him, slamming his fist into the back of his head. Hwoarang stumbled forward, and Kazuya wrapped his arm around his neck and then hit him with a stun gun in the back. Hwoarang screamed and shook, and finally Kazuya let him fall to the floor. He was unconscious.
11:38:33 – Ling ran into the back entrance just before Le Carre. The lobby was completely empty.
Le Carre knew Lee would go back to his office, so he ran over to the elevators and hit the button. Nothing happened. He hit it again, and still, nothing happened.
"At least they did their job," he said.
"What's that," Ling asked.
"The guys from my office disabled the elevators. They're supposed to in case something like this happens. That way whoever gets in has to take the stairs, which in a high-rise like this will take a while depending on the floor of choice," Le Carre said.
"We're going to the top, though," Ling said.
"Exactly," he said.
They both ran to the stairwell and began their trek upstairs. Ling was obviously faster than Le Carre, but Le Carre was doing a good enough job keeping up. At forty, he obviously isn't as agile or youthful as Ling, but he worked out enough to have enough stamina to complete the job.
Le Carre tried to think about different things while running up the stairs. Passing the time was important, that way he wouldn't think about how many floors he had to go. He thought about a TV show he read about called "The Amazing Race". It seemed like a fun idea to have a race around the world. He had watched one episode where the teams had to take a boat to a ladder that was under a bridge. The teams had to select someone from their team to climb the ladder. He then thought about how difficult a task like this would be if it was on the show. Then he thought of something else to take his mind from the task at hand.
11:44:29 – Hwoarang opened his eyes and felt a sharp pain in his head. It wasn't a headache, because he could still feel that as well. He groaned as he lay on his side and then tried to get up off the floor of Lee's office.
Kazuya walked over to him and kicked him hard in the stomach. Hwoarang fell back to the floor, but immediately tried to get up. Kazuya then kicked him right in the face. He fell to the floor and turned over onto his back. He moaned in pain.
Julia stared at him in horror. Hwoarang really looked bad. He was thinner than he normally was, and he was really quite pale. She pitied him, but knew she had to keep that for another time.
Lee was standing over Hwoarang now, his hands in his pockets. Hwoarang glanced up at him. He could tell Lee was enjoying this.
Kazuya was enjoying it as well. After Hwoarang threw him out of a window in their last encounter, every hit felt great.
"You going to kill me?" Hwoarang asked.
"I don't want to kill you. My pleasure came when I saw you screaming from the torture back in Korea. But the fact that you're so persistent when it comes to getting revenge places me at a loss," Lee said.
Kazuya looked at Lee. Hwoarang looked at Kazuya. Lee looked back at Hwoarang.
"I must be leaving. I'll be leaving you in Kazuya's capable hands. Adieu," he said.
Lee glared at Julia. She got up from her chair at the desk and followed Lee out of the room.
Hwoarang saw him face the section of wall between the two offices. There must have been a keypad or some sort of switch he didn't see. Lee had hit a few things on the wall, and then he heard a swooshing noise. Lee then walked through the wall.
That's when Kazuya began to play. He immediately grabbed Hwoarang by the neck and threw him across the room. He landed on the floor and got up, only to be charged by Kazuya once again.
Kazuya ran at him, but Hwoarang was ready for him. Hwoarang raised his foot up to kick Kazuya in the face, but Kazuya dodged. He picked Hwoarang up by the neck and forcefully threw him into Lee's desk, which buckled under the weight.
Hwoarang coughed up blood. He was on the verge of loosing consciousness, and he knew that if he did, he would be dead. Kazuya came forward, a bright spot of light caused by glare in the window in front of him, ran across his face. Hwoarang's hands ran across the broken desk as he tried to get up from the broken desk. His left hand ran across something that caused him to fall back down on the desk.
Kazuya laughed. "You're pathetic, you know that? I throw you into a desk and you look like you're ready to die," he said. He knelt down in front of Hwoarang, who looked like he was about to pass out. He couldn't let him go out so quickly and easily. Kazuya grabbed Hwoarang by the neck.
Hwoarang struggled at first, but it was all an act. As soon as he felt his left hand come across the pen among the wreckage from the desk, he acted like he was knocked out. When Kazuya grabbed him by the neck, that's when he acted. He shoved the pen, tip out of course, into Kazuya's jugular vein. Blood sprayed out of his neck and onto the desk.
Kazuya must have lost his sense of direction. With the blood spraying all over the place, he ran behind the desk and crashed into the window. It broke, and Kazuya went with it. He went out the window and began the thirty story fall to the street below.
Hwoarang got up off the desk. He took the bottom of his shirt and wiped off the blood from his face. Thankfully, Lee left his gun on the desk. He grabbed the gun and ran off towards the door.
11:52:49 – Le Carre and Ling entered the top floor just in time to see a bloody Hwoarang run down a new hallway continuation of the hallway that originally cut off at the two offices.
"Hwoarang!" Le Carre called out.
Hwoarang didn't stop.
Ling and Le Carre ran after him but stopped when they felt the breeze coming from Lee's office. They looked inside, and from the hall they could see the blood on the window.
"Who fell?" Le Carre asked.
"I don't know," Ling said, "but we have to follow Hwoarang."
11:54:20 – Lee was running with Julia in front of him. The hall was long, and at the end was a good sized stairway the led up to a door to the helipad. He reached the staircase, and looked back. Hwoarang was sprinting towards him. He shoved Julia up the stairs, and followed. He had another gun on him. Smaller than his Beretta, the Walther PPK still packed a punch when impact is made at close-range. When he reached the top of the stairs, he got in front of Julia and turned around, holding the gun to her head.
Hwoarang came out at the end of the hall and saw Lee. He aimed his gun at him, and almost fired until he saw what Lee was aiming at.
"Drop the gun!" Lee yelled.
Hwoarang did as he was told. He didn't want Julia to die, not after he just found out that she was alive. "Let her go, she has nothing to do with this," he said.
"For once, we agree on something," Lee said. He kicked Julia in the back, forcing her to fall down the stairs. Lee bolted out the door, and Hwoarang reacted.
Hwoarang grabbed his gun and ran after him. He stopped momentarily to check Julia. She stopped herself as she fell, and she was rubbing her head when he checked on her. He continued on and ran up the stairs. He kicked open the door, and ran out onto the roof. Adrenaline pumped in his veins, which is why he didn't see Lee. Lee fired two shots at Hwoarang; the bullets hit him in the chest.
Hwoarang fell to the ground.
11:56:44 – Le Carre was had just came upon the stairs to the helipad when he heard the shots. That was when he saw Julia.
Ling quickly ran over to Julia to check on her, while Le Carre ran up the stairs to provide backup. He kicked at the door, but it didn't budge.
"Shit!" he yelled.
11:57:14 – Lee had luckily finished wrapping the door with the chain before Hwoarang's friends came busting in. He applied the lock and turned around to face Hwoarang. Lee didn't think he had much time before they came busting through the door. He had his gun out, and he walked over to Hwoarang.
Hwoarang wasn't moving. Lee could see that he was still breathing. He pointed his gun at Hwoarang's face.
"I can't I got you that easily," Lee said.
"Hey, Lee," Hwoarang said.
Lee reached into his suit jacket for something. "What," he said.
"I'm still wearing my vest," he said. The gun was still in Hwoarang's hand, and he angled it to aim at Lee and fired four shots. Lee fell to the ground. Hwoarang sat up and took a deep breath. It was over. Lee was dead. At least that's how he looked. Blood was pouring out of Lee's wounds onto the roof, and that's what told Hwoarang that he was dead.
But then he saw something strange. Next to Lee's body was something that looked like a billfold. He set the gun down on the ground and got up. He went over to the body and picked up the wallet.
His breath stopped short when he saw Lee carried in the wallet. It was a plastic ID that acted as a badge. Lee never told him, and he never said anything about it over the phone. All in all, he wasn't sure if anyone knew it.
"He was CIA," Hwoarang said.
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12:00:00.
Bonus Features Pt. 3 –
Alternate Endings –
1. Well, there were so many different ideas that had come across me as to the ending. And for the longest time, it was originally going to come down to being the release of the Devil Gene virus, for the first time. It had gone something like this:
Lee had escaped the stadium and ran back to the Zaibatzu headquarters, where he is killed by Hwoarang. Everything is pretty much the same up till the end when Hwoarang looks out in the distance. He sees hundreds of flying devils pouring out of the roof of the stadium, flying straight up into the sky.
I still think that that ending is a great one, it just didn't serve much to me when it came to a follow-up story, which had been somewhere in the back of my head. I wasn't going to do it unless I got a good response out of the community. And I wanted something in terms of reviews, and it didn't matter if they were good or bad. Originally, it had me wondering if it was any good, and I was wondering if I really had the ability to commit to a story of this size. But by the time I got halfway through, I knew I was going to finish it eventually. It was just a matter of time.
2. This is what I call the "WTF" ending. It's something that would have never gotten a sequel if it happened and it just served the purpose of being bizarre.
Pretty much everything is the same: Lee dies, and Hwoarang finds something out that shocks the hell out of him.
This time, he looks out into the sky and sees this huge backwards logo for the upcoming "Tekken 5". It said: "P1 P2 Insert Coins" underneath the game logo. Hwoarang just simply says: "I'm in a video game?" and that's it.
It's not that great of an ending, but I thought it would have been pretty funny.
3. There were other ideas for an ending, and these were the ones that crossed my mind and I dismissed them just as quickly. I had a "Twin brother" ending, where Hwoarang finds he has a twin at the last second. It was horrible. I even had the tragic ending where both Hwoarang and Lee die, with Hwoarang's last thought being where he asks himself why he secretly injected himself with the cure earlier in the morning, somewhere around the 4 am chapter. But this revelation has nothing to do with how the story actually turned out in the final ending.
Preview of Day Two-
So, you're all wondering what's going to happen next, when it's going to take place, where is it going to take place, and who's in it? Well, I'm going to tell you the basic summary:
The story takes place six months after Day One in a small, big city called Peoria, IL. (Yeah, I live there. Lol.) The city, in a nutshell, is Chicago on a 1/10 scale. It's big enough for about 150,000 people, but it's nowhere near as big or as busy as Chicago. It has its fare share of locations. The city has a good sized downtown area, with suburban neighborhoods surrounding it in almost every direction. Across the river is another city (East Peoria), followed by other locations, like a college for example. Most things are all within twenty minutes of each other depending on traffic, construction delays, and routes. I've lived here for my whole life and I when I was trying to think of a location for this story, I just thought about this place and it clicked.
I know that for the people who read this are from around here will agree with me when I say this: Peoria is extremely boring. The biggest news item around here is a controversy around a local school board. I guess that if you have kids going to those schools it might be important, but I'm 21. I go to college. My response: Wow. (Yes, that was sarcastic.)
Hwoarang and Jin are living there as a part of the CIA's Witness Protection Program. Their involvement with Lee Chaolan's Black Ops project to arrest William Amstel led them to where they are today.
After Kazuya's body was listed as missing, Jin became the new CEO of the Mishima Zaibatzu. He is obviously surprised, and it was all thanks to Heihachi's will, which commanded that only a blood relative of the Mishima's take control of his empire.
Jin sells the company in order to honor the CIA's request that he go underground for his own protection. He is still filthy rich, and he buys his own home in Peoria (under a different name, of course), and gives a generous share of cash to Hwoarang. Jin meanwhile becomes a secret partner of a massive company whose world headquarters are in Peoria.
Hwoarang meanwhile, does the exact opposite of Jin. He takes the money and just lives off of it. He doesn't bother getting a job of any kind, and the house he lives in is a basic two bedroom home with a backyard and a tree in the front. He only splurges for everything that's inside the house, and a tricked out Harley-Davidson, which he calls his "baby".
Living with Hwoarang and Jin is a bodyguard, who goes with them everywhere. To Hwoarang, his bodyguard is like a brother to him. They hang out and get along like two brothers would. While their lifestyles are completely different, there is a slight connection between them.
Winter falls on Peoria, and the cold makes sure that everyone living there knows it. This seems like an ideal place for Jin and Hwoarang to start a new life, but in reality, this is just a turning point.
Hwoarang gets a call from the local FBI office and is promptly told that three assassins are in town, and they've already established a body count. The problem is: Hwoarang and Jin are connected to all of the victims, and they themselves might be targets.
Jin comes home and receives a phone call as well. The caller tells him that he has someone important to him hostage, and he will kill the hostage if he doesn't do what he asks. When Jin starts to look for his bodyguard, the caller tells him to look outside. Doing as he was told, Jin looks outside to find his bodyguard shot to death in his driveway.
The following takes place between 7 pm and 8 pm. Welcome to Day Two...