"Where is father?" Lee asked one of Heihachi's most trusted guards. They were In Heihachi's office.
"He's already packed and left."
"Once that man sets his mind on something, he doesn't think of anything else. How utterly delightful. Now that the old man is gone, I finally have a chance to take over Mishima Corp."
"I don't think so." A voice from behind Lee called. Lee turned around and saw Kazuya Mishima, Heihachi's real son, standing in the doorway, his arms folded. "As Heihachi's son, I am next in line for Mishima Corp."
"The man threw you down a cliff when you were only a child, and he threw you down a volcano in the second Tekken tournament. You still call yourself that man's son?"
"I have my reasons."
"The only reason you want to take over Mishima Corp. is so you can destroy it, run it into the ground, all just to spit in your old man's face." Lee said.
Kazuya removed himself from his unperturbed position against the wall and got face-to-face with Lee. Neither man showed any signs of intimidation.
"Listen to me, oh pertinent one: if you get in my way, I will not hesitate to kill you. Understand? I've waited too long for this too slip through my fingers."
"Running Mishima Corp. has been a lifelong dream for me, and I'm not about to let your pompous self ruin that dream. All the money, all the power will be mine!"
"We'll see about that."
Meanwhile…
"Sir, please present your boarding pass. The plane will be departing soon." A flight stewardess at the airport asked.
"My boarding pass? I've got it somewhere…" Heihachi began to frantically run his hands through his pockets, searching for his boarding pass. However, he could not feel anything that felt like a boarding pass. He threw is bag down to the ground in detestation and searched it for this required item..
"Sir, the plane will be leaving soon. Please locate your boarding pass." The stewardess asked again.
Heihachi only grunted and continued throwing things out of his bag. A fishing pole got thrown out in his wrath, along with a pair of his underwear that landed right on the face of a woman standing behind him. The disgusted woman gently peeled the undergarments off of her face with her fingernails, careful not to touch too much of Heihachi's unmentionables. By this time, security has taken notice of Heihachi's strange behavior. When Heihachi threw out an old pair of nunchucks from his bags, the security drew their guns on him.
"Hey, I found my boarding pass!" Heihachi yelled.
"Freeze!" One of the security guards shouted. Wondering why the guards would stop him, Heihachi looked around to see the nunchucks skidding across the floor, and he knew.
"Damn." Heihachi said to himself.
"Get up, sir. Nice and easy." The same security guard said. Heihachi did as ordered. "Hands on your head, now!" Heihachi didn't want any trouble, so he continued to follow the guard's instructions. Another guard grabbed Heihachi's weapon and held it to his face.
"Nunchakus, eh? What were you planning to do, Mr. Mishima?"
"You know me?" Heihachi asked innocently.
"This is Japan, sir. Everyone knows who you are." The guard said, not about to fall for Heihachi's playing innocent. Heihachi could sense he was in trouble and took a gulp. "You tell us something. What were you planning to do with nunchucks?"
"Training."
"On a plane, sir?"
"In Hawaii. I won the national Hawaii sweepstakes, all expenses paid."
"Yeah, right. Since you're such an exalted figure, we'll give you a choice. You can leave the weapon here and leave to Hawaii peacefully. Or you can try to go with the nunchucks and we'll have to subdue you."
"You think you take down the mighty Heihachi Mishima?" Heihachi asked, taking up a defensive stance. "Laughable."
"No, but ten guns could." One guard said. Heihachi looked around to see ten guards each holding a pistol.
"Right." Heihachi said, growing understandably nervous. I'll just get on the plane now. No trouble, okay?"