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If you lost patience trying to read the above statement I'm simply asking for more reviews so that they can feed the committee inside my head that pumps these chappies out fresh from the oven!!! (Sorry…I've been into the coffee again)

"Hm…rapid healing, check. Super endurance, check . The strength of about five able bodied men, and supernatural speed double check…But you're missing one big check my friend," Hwoarang began.

"Don't say it." Jamie warned as he pulled a shirt out from his suitcase.

"You're missing common sense, and with all due respect Jamie, that's a pretty big check." Hwoarang finished.

"Y'know Jamie…I've gotta agree with Hwoarang on this one." Ling stated.

She sat on Steve's unoccupied bed in a pair of p.j. bottoms and a spaghetti strap top.

"Yeah…I know you're new to this tournament Jamie, so let me fill you in on some common knowledge; Lee isn't someone who's trusted…he…he keeps to himself mostly, in fact, the only reason he participated in the 4th tournament was just to gather test data for his creepy robot thing." Julia pointed out.

"Combot? Xiao, didn't you trash that thing?" Hwoarang asked.

Xiao looked up. "Yeah…but it was a difficult opponent, it knew almost every fighting style in the world…it had malfunctioned in the middle of my fight with it…it was bent on killing me I'm sure of it." She shuddered, remembering the battle. "Jamie, anything that has to do with Lee should be left alone...I know you're the Nephilim, and you have super powers…but you're going to his turf…his mansion…which by the way, has 83 rooms…he's got something planned for you and…"

Jamie didn't let Xiao finish before he interrupted. "Listen you guys, I know that I'm probably walking into a trap…believe me, I'm not stupid…but I'll be fine. Besides, if it is a trap, then Lee's probably planning something that'd bite me in the ass later if I don't take care of it now. And," Jamie knelt under his bed and pulled out a small, beautifully lacquered Japanese box. "The Shinto priests in Tokyo've hooked me up."

Jamie opened the box, and placed the several bottles of holy water, a small, wooden crucifix, and two throwing stars into the pockets of his exceedingly baggy, green cargo pants. Satisfied, Jamie carefully placed the now empty box back under his bed.

"Don't worry…I'm all tricked out with my Nephilim skills and a holy hell of an arsenal…I'll be okay…Besides, Lee must know something about Kazuya…some kind of weakness, and before this night is over I'm going to get that information…even if I have to beat it out of him." Jamie stated as he put his denim jacket on.

As he walked out the door, Hwoarang stopped him.

"Jamie…look man, you're a great fighter against y'know, fiends from hell and stuff…but Lee doesn't use any of that occult shit…he's into science…robotics and things like that. It's not that I doubt your abilities, but please…wait another night. My contacts'll come through! Trust me!"

"I can't wait you guys…he's planning something, and if I don't stop it now…well," Jamie trailed off. "Look, I'll be back soon. I'm not really worried, and you guys shouldn't be either." He finished by shutting the door behind him, leaving his newfound friends silent…and expressionless with worry.

No car could take Jamie where he needed to go fast enough…he would have to take another way.

The Nephilim way.

Jamie ran across the rooftops, lungs pumping the crisp, cool December air throughout the Nephilim's body…this was his favorite way to travel, he loved it! He truly felt as if he was flying…or at least gliding at an accelerated rate. Either way, it provided a rush that nothing else could ever hope to mirror. He timed his jumps perfectly, hopping across the tops of buildings without making a sound…much like the freshly falling snow that had just begun to take place.

As he ran, Jamie noticed a hulking mansion slowly assimilate itself into his vision. The lights were on, and the looming structure gazed at him like a watchful parent.

Okay…I don't see any other humong-o mansions around here, so I'm gonna assume that this is the right place."

He paused at the final building, and looked for a way to climb down. He found it in the form of an old drain pipe. The mansion was several more miles away, but without anymore rooftops to leap to; Jamie would have to deal with the rest on foot. If Jamie pumped out full Nephalim speed, it would probably take him another fifteen minutes to get to the mansion…and he'd be right on time!

Aren't I sad…right on time for my own execution…or so Lee thinks…whatever!All I've gotta say is that this white haired weirdo better have his life insurance paid up after I'm through with him!

Silently, Jamie dropped to the ground…then sprinted towards the mansion…confident in the outcome leaning in his favor…little did he know that he would be sorely mistaken…and he would soon be faced with not only his, but every Nephilim's worst nightmare.

He followed Jamie at a slow pace…unable to keep up, after all, even he had limitations…but still, he could sense the Nephilim's presence. Having spent a good two years with Jamie's predecessor in Brisbane, his already sensitive personality could pick up Nephilim auras…Jin Kazama eventually caught up to the latest Chosen Warrior, running towards his uncle Lee Chaolon's house…and straight towards a nasty demise.

Jin stopped, and watched Jamie run…this American Nephilim seemed so different from the last one…so light hearted, and sarcastic about his calling…still, the world needed Jamie, and, Jin was counting on this yellow haired warrior to protect those he loved...

Ling…

With resolve, Jin clutched his fist angrily as he remembered the image of his fallen, Australian friend…Mark...

I told you to leave Tokyo and you ignored my warning. I should just let you die for your stupidity…but I promised Mark…I promised that I would watch over you.... Become a defenderfor those that Defend Humanity…Mark…you're dying request shall be fulfilled!

Jin drew a ragged breath, and doggedly followed the Nephilim…praying that he wouldn't be to late…

Author's Note: Okay, the plot thicken!!! MWUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

::…cough cough:: anyway, who's Mark? And how did Jin know him? What's going on with Lee?! What is a Nephilim's worst nightmare?! Well, I'll update soon, and you can find out! Oh, and pllleeeeezzzzeeeee review!!!! I luvs me some reviews!!!! There like pixie stick sugar for writers!!!!