Chapter 2: Stranger's Assignment

Kazyua Mishima stared through the thin glass window of his office stiffly, watching the vehicles below pass by the Zaibatsu building he had seized control of from his father's hands. He had stood there for hours, contemplating his next move on several matters. He had to worry of smuggling foreign and illegal substances out of the country, extorting money from rival businesses and organizations, and conducting new test experiments on human beings and animals with the aid of his scientists. However, things did not always go as planned the way Kazuya wanted.

Problems arose occasionally and had tried to halt his schemes, thus having him to decline them until further notice. He had many enemies that wanted him dead for his shady operations as well as critics that spoke out against his brutally violent methods to get what he desired. As an act of response, Kazyua simply would send a problem solver to handle these issues, but it was getting rather complicated for him. Countless times, someone tried to take his life, but the results came out the same as unsuccessful and with sheer consequence that Kazuya would likely hunt down and kill them without hesitation.

"Mr. Kazuya," said his petite secretary, from the front of his tidy desk, "you've been a target in people's eyes for weeks. What do you plan to do about this?"

The Zaibatsu owner snorted, installed within his stern expression. "What else? Kill them. These people need to learn their place and who their dealing with here. I cannot go outside without getting shot at. I have things to attend to, businesses to run. I am all about business and this is seriously business, my business. But it does not matter. I am already plotting yet another solution. Would you believe I am already aware that one of my former killers is within this country? They will be getting a special surprise very soon once I…"

Intrigued, his secretary blinked. "Oh? Who would that be, sir?"

"Nina Williams," answered Kazuya. "She has recently entered Japan by plane. My agents within the airport have notified me about her arrival days ago. I use my agents as my eyes and ears. Though they don't always get things right, they at least give good information.

"The assassin? Here? Well, what is it you plan to do?"

"You'll see. I might change my plans if the good doctor is ready."

Kazuya reached down on his desk and pushed a button, activating an intercom. "Abel, is it complete?"

"No, Mr. Kazuya, it is not done," said a feeble voice. "It will be a while longer before I get the thing up and running. Please be patient."

"You know how I am about being patient, Abel. I'll just stick with what I'm doing now then."

"But sir, give me a chanc…"

"Over and out!" Kazuya boomed, hanging up.

Once he knew his boss was off the line, Dr. Abel sighed and put a grieving hand over his bald head, as he stood alone in his laboratory, in a vastly dark area, littered with high tech machinery he had created. The doctor was feeling somewhat strange since his last upgrade. For sometime, he knew that his old age was getting the best of him and he believed he would not be able to continue with his research and experiments if he allowed it to hinder his progress any further. Thinking it through and making the ultimate decision, Dr. Abel reanimated himself into a cyborg, so that his age and poor health problems could no longer hold him back from the art of science that he loved. His new body, constructed of mechanized parts, almost made him feel young again. His stamina was unlimited and his strength muscles were far stronger than that of his old body. Forced to work under Kazuya for the past couple of years as one of his top and most knowledgably scientists, creating new experiments that would make the Mishima more intimidating and invincible, Dr. Abel showed extreme delight in working with Kazuya, but, at the same time, disliked his position. But, no matter how he felt, he could do nothing but listen and obey as told. It was his only purpose, for Kazuya at least let him continue with his experiments, research, and other various programs.
Meanwhile, back in Kazuya's office.

"Mr. Kazuya, sir!" interrupted a voice from the intercom on his desk. "We have an intruder trespassing at the front of the building."

"Then deal with it. You fool!" Kazuya responded to the security officer stationed near the entrance.

Outside the Zaibatsu, a trespasser was moving toward the building, purposely wanting the guards to catch notice of him. More than once, Kazuya's security had forewarned the trespasser approaching them to leave the premises before they opened fire, but he ignored them and continued to move forward despite their threats. With a blasting array of bullets, security fired at the stranger, but he, however, cart wheeled out of harms away and used a Katana like sword he had sheathed underneath his trench coat to slice their weapons in half, rendering them useless. He elbowed the guard nearest to him in the stomach and disarmed the other of his side pistol before snapping his neck with a quick twist. Before long, Kazuya's security guards at the front gate were gone in seconds. Either they were dead or knocked unconscious by the trespassing stranger, a man that dared to set foot on Kazuya's loftily estate without fear. Witnessing a small fraction of his security gone, the Zaibatsu owner pressed the button on his intercom to call for backup.

"Scramble all security squads to the front, now!"

"Don't waste your time, Mr. Kazuya!" answered a voice.

Kazuya peered into the security monitor in front of him and noticed the stranger was talking to him through one of the moving cameras.

"You hired me to do a job for you, remember? Don't tell me you forgot?"

"That voice….what do you think your doing? Get in my office this instant!" barked Kazuya.

The stranger took the gold plated elevator, ascending to the top floor where Kazuya was located. He stepped with one foot out in front and went into the office, smirking and standing before the angry Mishima's desk.

"Do you realize what you have done?" asked Kazuya, furiously. "Did I give you orders to attack my security guards, huh? What is your name?"

"You can call me Enan," the man replied, coldly. "I like to make an entrance when coming into somebody's domain. Nice place ya got here, by the way."

"I don't care about you making an entrance. Do you think you can get the job done is all I ask of you?"

"Certainly. So who's the guy you want me to axe?"

"It's not a he," Kazuya corrected. "It's a she," he finished, putting a photo on his desk. "Her name is Nina Williams."

"Williams? Why does that name sound so familiar?"

Enan picked the image off the desk to a look at it. "Wow, nice. She's gorgeous. Not a bad looker indeed."

"What is it? Do you have a problem doing in a woman?"

"No. It's just, I've never been assigned to do a woman before. This would be my first, but trust me, I'll get it done. Now, where does she stay?"

"That's the difficult part, not I or any of my sources know where she is. We just know she's within the country."

"That's just great! You have me come all the way down here and you can't even tell me where I can find the person?"

Kazuya abruptly rose from the seat of his desk.

"Keep you're mouth shut, buffoon. Don't you dare speak to me that way! Before you go any further with your whining, I may know something that could be of help to you."

Enan displayed a cheeky smile.

"Go on then. I'm listening…"

Nina sped back to the hotel, the tires of her vehicle screeching against the gray pavement, angry at her sister's nosy interference. She plopped herself down on the futon laid on the tatami floor after coming into her room, sliding the door closed, and placing an icepack against the same arm where Anna had scratched her. Nina then knew that with her sister lurking around in the city somewhere that her job as an assassin would be much harder. Whatever the case, Nina was willing to anticipate the next assignment she received through her sleek laptop computer that lied on the round wooden table by the clattering air conditioner. If Anna were to get involved again, Nina vowed to kill the meddling sister if she dared to stick her nose where, she felt, it did not belong. Loading up a fresh cartridge of bullets into her machine gun cached inside the bottom dresser, Nina clinched the firearm within her grasping hand and pointed it around the room to determine its weight.

"Heh, an interesting toy that every girl should carry to eliminate pests," she thought.

She prepped herself for a fight with her sister and doing so would require vast amounts of ammunition and other deadly weaponry. This was Anna after all and not an ordinary individual to take lightly.

Anna sat along her unfolded beach chair in a pink bikini outfit with a black mesh skirt hugging below her slender waist, smiling as the sun beamed down on her creamy white skin, reflecting its glaring rays off her tinted sunglasses. She was relaxed and happy since her arrival at the beach. It was warm, peaceful, and quiet, an area that drove all the troubles dwelling within her mind away. The place was heavenly, a paradise like no other without any disturbances to distract her from glorious relaxation. She watched as the Japanese children chased after each other playfully, laughing and smiling as they sped away and vanished into the distance. It was nice to see two children playing together and having a good time, but it also made Anna sigh in a deep pool of sorrowfulness, wishing that her and Nina could get along in the same fashion when they were younger.

"Such a beautiful day to see a beautiful woman does not come often," said a voice that drove Anna into taking off her sunglasses, bewilderedly. Looking up beside her, she saw a man in long swim shorts and a tight red shirt without sleeves. His platinum loose hair fell to the roof of his thick shoulders as he flashed a pearly smile with his teeth. His body had a beefy build to it and his eyes were light blue. As Anna stood up, the stranger could not help but gaze at her shapely figure, the thickness of her strong thighs, the smoothness of her skin, and the lushness of her brown flowing hair moving as the wind blew against it.

"Mmmm. The same can be said about yourself, handsome," she said, grateful for his complement. "By the way, your accent…Irish?"

"That is correct. One hundred percent pure," he joked.

Anna giggled at him for a second and replied, "I'm Irish too, myself."

"You are? I wouldn't have known," said the stranger. "My name is Kieran, Kieran Moran. And you are?" he asked, extending a greeting hand out.

Anna gave a sanguine smile and shook his hand up and down with a clamped grip. "Anna," she said, shyly.

Kieran also smiled, telling Anna he was a tourist that had just came into the country to visit an old childhood friend. He seemed confused and lost when it came to adapting to the Japanese culture, explaining everything around him was too foreign to understand. Anna, of course, had done the opposite and was adapting well to the culture without much of a problem since her arrival a few days ago. Indulging in a conversation with Anna, Kieran asked her to join him for lunch. Anna was hesitant, thinking only of her prior goal, to help reform her sister.

"You wouldn't want a woman like me around," she said with a giggled smile. I can be trouble."

"My dear, I run into trouble all the time. Having some company similar to one's self is all ways a good thing."

However, the man was too hard to turn down so sudden. He was too hansom, too adoring for Anna to just let him leave alone. With that, she decided to join him as he had wished.

"Hang on," she said. "Let me get my clothes and we'll leave. I must admit I'm a little hungry myself, anyway."