Chapter 3: Dreams Reborn
I sat there, typing away on my computer. Here at Arizona Reforestation Facilities, life was bland and quite boring, but not for me. My dreams of reforestation were becoming a reality a couple of months ago. Unfortunately, I lost to Jin Kazama and there went my chance of accomplishing my hopes and dreams.
I swirled in my chair after coming to a dreadful realization…the realization that I couldn't go any further with my dream until I got my old research back.
"As Peter would say, this sucks." I said as I threw both of my long brown braids over my shoulders.
"I guess I better go tell the team…" I said with a sigh as I rose from my chair.
Later…
"What do you mean? Are you saying we're at a dead end, ANOTHER dead end?" Trista said. I looked her up and down for a second, her whole body posture shifted into one of anger and rage. Her Chinese features seemed to pull together, giving her the appearance of ugliness. I sighed with a roll of my eyes before replying.
"Yes Trista, that's what I'm saying. Unfortunately, we need our old research to continue."
"Miss Chang?" I heard a voice say. I turned around to see Robert standing before me with an excited look on his Italian features.
"Yes Rob?" I said, wondering what he wanted to say.
"I think you might want to see this." He said as he motioned to the television in the next room. Looking back at Trista and the rest of the team, I began to follow Robert into the room. Everyone except Trista went back to work, for she began to follow as well.
Robert smiled as he pointed to the television. I listened as the reporter began to announce something, something that would catch my eye.
"With the recent death of Heihachi Mishima, many are questioning how this is possible. It would seem that a mystery source has declared yet another King of Iron Fist Tournament. This will be the fifth installment of the ground-breaking Martial Arts…"
"I get it! See Julia? This is your chance to shine!" Trista said.
'Remind me to fire this woman once I reach a break-through…' I thought as we stood in front of the television. Don't get me wrong, I liked her but she had this seriously annoying habit of stating the obvious.
"You're right. I know what I'll have to do." I said, giving Trista a reason to jump high in the air. I can't believe it, but for once I was agreeing with her. I knew that as soon as I got home, I would have to check the mailbox. This could be my last chance to get back my old data…