Note: Hi everybody. This chapter was…umm…interesting to write, to say the least. If my fight scenes seem a little awkward, it might be because they are…haha. For one, I don't have any Tekken game with me, so I had to recall certain characters' unique moves from memory. Also, I took the liberty of making up some moves for the characters. Hopefully I don't deviate too far from the characters you know and love. I hope you like this chapter, and please leave me a comment about improving my fight scenes. I would greatly appreciate it. I plan many more fight scenes in the future of this fanfiction, and I'll be receptive to whatever you think will make them better.

Oh yeah, and I've been getting used to the whole site, and I figured out how to reply to comments left on my fanfiction. So I just sent some messages of thanks to those who reviewed. I'll try to reply in a timely manner. Thanks guys.

On to the story…

"What the hell do you guys want?" snarled Ling.

Jin covered his mouth as he coughed, "If you're just preying on some rich kid, I have the money. Just leave us alone."

The leader of the gang chuckled. "Money? Thanks, but no thanks, kid. We get paid well for what we do. And oh…how I love what we do." One of the henchmen behind him laughed with their leader as he fingered the knife in his hand.

"And what are you going to do exactly with us? How are we important to you?" asked Julia in a hard voice.

"Sweetie, I don't give a damn who you are. But my employer does. And speaking of my employer, we need to take you to him. Those paychecks don't sign themselves, now." The leader waved his gun in Jin's direction, motioning him to stand.

"Come on, punk, I don't have all day," he said mockingly. Jin began to rise to his feet, refusing the help from Julia and Ling.

Dammit…this looks bad. Julia looked away as she tried to asses the situation. She swung a glance over to Ling, and their eyes met. Her expression was strange. There was definitely fear in Ling's eyes, but it seemed like another emotion, a stronger emotion, was behind that blanket of fear. Her facial expression was also peculiar. Her eyebrows were furrowed and the corner of her mouth was turned upwards. She looked intense in deep thought.

Ling's thinking of something. All we need is a distraction, and we might be able to get away. Come on Ling, tell me what you're thinking.

Jin's resolute voice interrupted Julia's train of thought. "If I go with you, what will happen to my friends? Will you leave them here?" he asked; there was a sense of urgency and worry in his voice.

"Yeah…I guess so. But damn…what I wouldn't do to have them come with us…" The leader disgustingly eyed Ling and Julia as some of the henchmen made sounds of approval and laughter. Ling looked away, feeling her skin crawl as the man's eyes searched up and down her body.

"Come on, little girls. Turn around for daddy and let your big papa tie you up. We don't want you to call the big bad cops on us now." Extending his hand outward, the closest henchman to his left pulled a roll of sturdy, long rope from under one of the carts and placed it in the leader's hands as he returned his gun to the shoulder holster under his jacket. As the man advanced towards Ling and Julia, his creepy smile sent chills down the girls' spine.

Jin noticed the weird look on the man's face and attempted to draw his attention away his friends. "Wait," he intervened as he blocked the leader's path with his left arm, "what do you want with me? Who is your employer?"

The leader quickly and instinctively took the obtrusive arm and twisted it behind him. "No more stupid questions, O.K?" he whispered in his ear. Jin gritted his teeth in pain as his shoulder screamed for relief from being twisted into an unnatural position.

"Jin…it's okay. He can tie us up. Just take care of yourself," Ling interrupted. The leader glanced behind his back, looking straight at Ling. "That's what I wanna hear, sugar," he smiled. He placed his foot in the small of Jin's back and kicked him forward, sending Jin to the floor on all fours, his injured wrist shot a pain throughout his right arm as his hand made impact with the ground. Jin's left shoulder also throbbed with pain from the leader's submission hold. Despite his condition, he looked back at Ling with fear in his eyes. What are you doing, Ling? He might kill you! his mind screamed into the silent room. However, Ling's gaze back at him didn't convey the fear in his head. Jin looked at her in confusion.

The leader went over and told the girls to sit back to back. Julia hesitated to follow the man's order, but Ling reasoned with her, "Julia, it's O.K., there's nothing we could do." As Julia looked at her friend in disbelief, she saw a flash in Ling's eyes. Suddenly, Julia understood. Ling's got something in that little brain of hers. All she has to do is say the word…

As the leader was tying them up, Jin looked on helpless. What am I supposed to do? We're outnumbered, and I don't know how many we can take, if it came to a fight. On top of that, they're armed. Things don't look good.

The leader rubbed his hands together, brushing off imaginary dirt as he stood up after tying the girls together. "How is it, is it good?" asked the leader in a contemptuous tone.

"It's a little tight," Julia replied, equally sarcastic. She gave him a dirty look.

"Well…that's the way it should be, sweetie," he answered, and turned back to his henchmen.

"All right, fellas, this is a class-B escort mission. You two," the leader pointed to the two closest to the door, "get the limo ready and wait in front of the entrance of the hotel. We want this to look as nondescript as possible…" As the two men opened the door and made their way to the private elevator, the leader continued to dictate instructions to his crew. "You, go down to the lobby and keep an eye on the private elevator. When it's reasonably clear, get on the house line and call the penthouse, let it ring twice, and hang up. That'll be the signal for us to go down." The man who the leader was talking to, a short man with blond hair and sunglasses, left the room. This left Jin, Ling, Julia, the leader, and three other henchmen in the room. "All right, you are going to come with me as we take this punk to the rendez-vous point, and you two are going to stay here and keep an eye on these ladies. I'll send a signal when you can leave the girls and follow us back to the headquarters." The three henchmen nodded in acknowledgement.

"And you," the leader pointed to Jin, "if you try any funny business, I'll give the command to have these ladies killed. Don't try to be a hero; you'll only regret it later on." Jin stared back at him with hate-filled eyes.

Julia stared at their unwelcome company with equal amounts of hate, frustration, and anger in her face. She tried to take in her surroundings, seeing what she could do to help their situation. Believing that all other plans were futile, she decided on one final last measure: psychological warfare. Just as she was about to say something to pry into the minds of their captors, she felt something cold rub up and down her hands. What the… she thought. Suddenly, the tough rope that bound her hands gave way and they were released. Ecstasy suddenly engulfed Julia's mind. Oh my goodness, you're a genius, Ling! she thought. Just as she was about to attempt to untie the rope that held them together, Julia felt Ling's soft hands hold hers together. Initially confused, Julia understood her motives quickly. Oh…I get it Ling. You don't want them to think that we've outsmarted them. If we move too much, they might get suspicious, and our whole cover would be blown.

Ling felt Julia's hands relax, and a sudden swell of relief washed over her. Phew…that was close. She looked around her captors to see if anybody had noticed their excessive movement. They all seemed preoccupied with Jin. Good…if this is going to work, the three of us need to be on the same page. Hopefully, these two know what I'm thinking. Ling began to carefully cut the rope that held her and Julia together with the steak knife that she had hidden in the waist of her school uniform skirt. Painstakingly, she performed this task slowly. The trick is, I don't want to cut the rope entirely. If I do without the proper diversion, we're dead.

After a couple of minutes, Ling had worked three loops of the rope around them into a thin thread. All right, this is good. Just two more ropes to cut in the same way.

Suddenly, the phone rang, startling Ling. Before she knew what happened, the ropes that bound Julia and Ling loosened. Dammit! When I jumped from the sound of the phone, the knife cut through the ropes! Oh well…there's no time like the present… her mind tried to reason, but she had a feeling that something would go horribly wrong.

As Julia felt their bonds loosening, she silently thanked Ling as she started working on the rope that kept her feet together. Hurry, dammit! her mind screamed.

As the phone rang, Jin's mind was so removed from the situation, that it had become surreal. Crap…it's time. How in the hell am I going to get us out of this? he asked himself in anger. In a moment of frustration he cast his eyes to his friends.Jin stared in amazement as he saw what Ling and Julia. How in the hell did they manage that? Whatever you guys do, don't try to be heroes. Get out of here! he thought. He looked back at the leader and the henchmen; their backs were turned to the girls and they were concentrating on the phone the entire time. In an effort to keep the maintain the façade, he attempted to replace the joy in his face with more fear, although his expression looked strained and forced.

After what seemed like an hour, the second ring of the phone finally ended, and no subsequent rings emanated from it. "Well, guys, you know what that means…" the leader smiled as he walked over to Jin.

"It means you're dead, asshole!" Ling screamed from behind them. Fully free from the ropes, she hurled the steak knife at the nearest enemy. This brown-haired lean man screamed in pain as the knife entered the back part of his shoulder. The knife he had in his own hand fell to the ground as he stood there in shock. Blood squirted from the wound and onto his red blazer as he fell to his knees, nursing his wound.

"What the fuck!" said the puzzled leader, turning around to see the two girls he had just tied together in unfamiliar self-defense stances. Smiling, he reached into his jacket for the gun, "You bitches must be pretty stupid," he mocked as the gun began to emerge from its holster.

Seeing the leader's back fully exposed, Jin instinctively rushed up behind him and tackled him down to the ground. During his tackle, he had inadvertently made the gun fire. The bullet made a hole in the leader's jacket as he and Jin made a tangle limbs, as one tried to get on top of the other.

As the struggle between the men continued, Ling and Julia saw the perfect opportunity to strike. Julia ran up to the nearest adversary as Ling took the last man in the group. Ling's mind ran a mile a minute, Oh yeah, this adrenaline rush is what I live for!

Julia and her chosen enemy faced each other. "If you know what's good for you, you'd better sit your ass back down," the man with spiked jet-black hair said with a chuckle. He brandished the knife in his left hand with no apparent pattern to its movement.

"Are you kidding? I got to stay in a penthouse suite, eat fancy hotel food, and I get to bash your face in. I'm not going to sit down and let these guys have the rest of the fun," Julia laughed. Although she presented a tough face, inwardly, she tried to empty her mind. That knife could do some damage if I'm not careful…please, Spirits, give me strength.

The black-haired man made the first move. He spun around and tried to strike Julia with a kick to the midsection. Julia predicted the move and backed away out of reach. She tried to counterattack with a jab to the stomach. He blocked the punch, but was truly surprised by the toe of Julia's boot as it quickly made its path up and struck the man in the chin. He went flying backwards as Julia quickly snapped back her leg in pain. Crap, I didn't stretch beforehand…I can't do anything fancy now. Jet-Black Hair got up and rubbed his chin. At least he's disarmed Julia thought, that was step one. She had seen the knife fly away from his hand as he flew backwards from the kick. "That is the last time you touch me," he said coolly, and took two huge steps to close the distance between them for another offensive.

The brown-haired man with sunglasses that Ling chose as her opponent was still watching the leader and Jin struggle on the ground as she crept up behind him. "Ahem," Ling attempted a fake cough to draw his attention. "AHEM!" she said louder, and finally, the man turned around. Suddenly, his face turned from surprise to anger, as he whipped out the nunchaku in his belt. Just as he was about to swing the pieces of hard wood, Ling kicked his hand in an attempt to disarm him.

Crouching upon himself, the brown haired man held his injured hand. "You stupid, bitch!" he screamed in anger. He switched the nunchaku to his left hand, and began to spin them in a dizzying display of mastery. Oh crap…this doesn't look good. He knows his stuff, Ling thought. She tried to concentrate on the spinning patterns, but it was obvious to her that Brown-Hair had been playing with these weapons for quite some time. I can't see the damn thing! Suddenly, he broke his pattern and tried to swing for her temple. She dodged the strike by leaning backward, with the edge of the nunchaku missing her cheek by mere centimeters. She felt the wind from the weapon blow across her face. She transformed her lean-back dodge into a full backflip retreat from her attacker. "Ya scared, girly?" mocked Brown-Hair.

"I'm only scared of the horrible job your stylist did with your hair! Seriously…dying your black hair brown doesn't look too good on you," smiled Ling.

Brown-Hair touched his hair with his injured hand unconsciously. "You think you're funny? I'll be the one laughing when I get through you," he replied with a red face.

"Sucker, I'm already laughing at you!" Ling yelled, as she ran up to him to take the put the pressure on him. I need to disarm him, or I won't have a chance!

Jin and the leader came up emerged from their struggle, both panting heavily. Jin looked down; the gun was closer to his opponent. That instant, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the leader dive for it. Jin followed suit, but the man already had the gun in his hand. Jin promptly stepped on his hand with his boot.

"GAHHHH! You punk!" he screamed, with his hand still on the gun. Jin stepped on his hand again, and amidst the yells from the leader, a sick crack came from the leader's hand. Jin stopped his assault on his hand after hearing the bone break and he kicked the gun away. Jin allowed the man to get up and face him. The leader got to his feet, holding his hand. Surprising Jin, the man pulled at the fingers of his injured hand, as you would to crack your knuckles, making even further sick cracking sound. What the hell? Jin thought.

"Perplexed, asshole?" he asked. He continued down to his pinky finger. "No pain, no gain," he said through gritted teeth.

Why in the hell is he injuring his hand more? Jin tried to figure it out. He continued staring at his enemy with a dumbfounded look on his face.

"I'd rather kill my hand myself than have your punk-ass get a hold of it again," he replied. Jin took notice to the sweat pouring down the forehead as he pulled at his hand.

"All right, let's do this," he said, cracking his knuckles once more, and he ran up to attack Jin with amazing speed.

Julia found herself on the defensive as Jet-Black Hair rushed into a flurry of punches. As she tried to find an opening to counterattack between hits, she backed further and further. Unable to see what was behind her, she tripped backwards on a recliner chair. Jet-Black Hair smiled from above, "Looks like this is it, bitch," as he raised his fist to knock her out. Julia attempted to kick him in the stomach from the ground, but he easily foresaw the move and caught her foot. In desperation, she attempted the same attack with her other leg, and Jet-Black Hair caught her other foot and trapped it between his side and arm again. Damn…this isn't good she instantly thought. Jet-Black Hair held her legs in place as he began to spin, scraping Julia's head against the floor and contorting her neck in odd positions. She screamed in discomfort from the ride, as he began to spin faster and faster, lifting her parallel to the floor. When Jet-Black had enough speed, he let go of Julia quickly, sending her flying sideways into the opposite wall with a loud crash.

Julia grunted as she fell to the ground, dizzy from her experience. She tried desperately to get air into her lungs. Trying to assess the damage done, she first noticed a throbbing pain at the back of her head. Placing her hand in the area, it emerged with crimson blood. She looked up at her adversary. He smiled carelessly back, and began to walk towards her.

"I tried to tell you, if you knew what was best for you, you should have sat your ass down and let me tie you up again. It's such a shame too…you're pretty cute." the man teased.

"I'm not done yet, don't underestimate me," Julia gritted between her teeth. She got up to her feet and faced her opponent once again, with a new fire in her spirit.

As the man approached, Julia focused herself. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this she repeated. I am stronger, I am more disciplined, my will is more hardened. Suddenly, she felt ready for whatever he could throw at her. When Jet-Black Hair got within reasonable distance, he suddenly rushed up to her and wound his right fist up. Don't be so predictable Julia laughed, and she leaned left to dodge the punch. As the man was thrown off balance, she took a quick step forward and in one fluid motion, dug her left elbow into his stomach.

Doubling over and holding his stomach, the man tried to recover quickly. As he muttered a swear, he let a little chuckle escape from his lips. "That was pretty nice, where did you learn that?" he asked with a strain in his voice.

"It doesn't matter where I learned it. Just know that there's a lot more of it coming," she retorted as she ran to follow up her attack.

As Julia quickly approached, Jet-Black Hair tried to ready himself for the incoming onslaught. He noticed the intensity in her eyes. This girl ain't joking he thought to himself.

In the middle of their exchange of punches, kicks, and blocks, Jet-Black Hair attempted to grab Julia by the shoulders. No no no no, that won't work on me she thought, and easily slipped through his grip with a brush from her hands. In response, she wound up both fists and focused all of her power and weight into them as she sent them toward his chest. Connecting successfully, the man groaned as he reeled back and clutched his chest, gasping for breath. Julia took the opportunity to follow up by giving him another elbow thrust into his unprotected stomach.

With tears in his eyes, he sent out one last sloppily-thrown punch. Lacking in all form, Julia noticed his abdomen was unguarded again, and she struck it with a closed fist once more. Doubling over in pain and shock, she saw the opportunity for the finishing move. Suddenly, the power within overwhelmed herself. It seemed as if Mother Earth had lent Julia its power, and it was all concentrated into her fist. With one last yell of brawn, she drove her fist into his chin, sending him upwards, into the chandelier hanging from the penthouse ceiling and followed him through until he fell to the ground with a loud crash.

Julia stood there, looking at her opponent and the crystal chandelier in shock. She noticed that her opponent's blood was on the ceiling as it had escaped from his mouth from the powerful strike. What was that? Power just surged through my whole body. I've never been able to send anybody that high with just one punch… As her newfound power began to leave her, she started to feel frightened by the prospect of owning so much strength. I just need to calm down…it was all the adrenaline in my system…right? Apprehensive, she clasped her hands together. Thank you Spirits, for lending me your strength. However, she wasn't entirely convinced that this was the work of her ancestors. Trying to push the thought to the back of her mind, she surveyed the penthouse to see if her friends needed any help.

Meanwhile, Ling was struggling with Brown Hair, the nunchaku master. So far, she had not found a way to disarm him. Suddenly, she thought of a plan. I think you're gonna have to take one for the team she told her body. Brown Hair swung his nunchukus over his head, around his body, by his side, trying to go for a knockout. However, Ling had dodged each attempted blow with grace and lithe. She watched his movements carefully, dodging the nunchaku. All I need is the right strike. Come on, give me the right strike. Suddenly, she found it. The man swung his nunchaku around, and tried to hit Ling in her side. Instead of backing away like she had been doing for the entire fight, she leaned into it, expecting the blow.

When it did connect with her side, she yelped in pain. Crap…this hurts like a bitch she thought. But she knew what she had to do. She trapped the nunchaku between her arm and her side and placed her hand on the end of the stick. Brown Hair looked at him incredulously.

"Surprised, bitch?" she asked with a strained face, and she quickly struck him in the chin with a fast kick. His sunglasses flew off as his head snapped backwards, and Ling pulled on her side of the nunchaku to pull him closer. When he was close enough, she struck his wrist with a quick chop, and he let go of his vise-grip on the weapon.

Finally…that part of the fight is over with she thought. She had a feeling that without the weapon, Brown Hair was a pretty crummy fighter. Ling smiled as she waited for her adversary to recover.

"Come on, you're not going to get beat by a little girl, right? What would your boss say if your ass was handed to you by this little schoolgirl? I'm only seventeen! What are you, in your twenties? Thirties? It doesn't matter, you move like your seventy!" Ling let out an uproarious laugh. As she goaded him on, the man became increasingly annoyed with her. Her technique of getting under his skin was working. In anger, he rushed at her with a hasty punch.

"Seriously…is that really all you got?" she taunted as she dodged the punch easily. As she stepped out of harm's way, she flicked her opponent's forehead and smiled back at him. He lunged at her again with a predictable roundhouse kick. Ling easily ducked under it and quickly knife-chopped him in the stomach. She continued the relentless taunting, "God…you're horrible at this. O.K., here, I'm going to tell you my next attack. That way, you can plan accordingly and block when appropriate. This will level the playing field. O.K., I'm going to sweep your legs with my right foot, all right? Remember, the next thing I'll do is sweep your legs with my right foot."

"Shut up, bitch!" he screamed at her, rushing in again with a jab. She parried the punch away, throwing off her attacker's balance. Sure enough, Ling crouched low and spun on her left leg, and with her fully extended right leg, swept the ground from under her attacker in a neat arc. The man fell on his back with a loud thump.

"I told you I would try to trip you. And you still did! At first, this was pretty fun. But since you suck so much, this is getting really boring," she laughed loudly.

"All right little girl, I'm done with your games!" As he got up, Brown Hair took a plate from one of the nearby food carts and flung the contents at her.

Shit…what the hell? she thought as she put up her arms to shield herself from the discarded food and utensils that were suddenly flying towards. With respectable speed, Brown Hair closed the distance between them and in the moment of distraction, kicked her in her injured side. Ling reeled back from the hit, and as she was about to fall down on her bottom, she reached the wall and kept to her feet. Holding her side, she muttered a swear. Damn…I'm gonna feel this throbbing pain in my side tomorrow.

"You know, you weren't to bad, little girl. But I'm done playing games," Brown Hair said as he cornered her.

"I agree. This game is over. I tried to knock you out with a 'Perfect', but I'll settle for a regular 'K.O.'" she replied, breathing heavily and clutching her side.

A smile emerged on his face, and he rushed up to finish the job. Ling turned his back to him and ran up the wall. Startled, the man hesitated for just a second; and that was enough. Ling kicked off from the wall and flipped in mid-air. One of Ling's boots connected with the crown of Brown Hair's head, and suddenly, his head was engulfed in pain. As he was staggering backward, Ling grabbed his arm and quickly pulled him toward her. She put her left foot on his right hip and used it as a stool to launch herself over him. As Ling made her way over him, she kicked him in the base of the neck, sending him forward. His forehead smashed into the wall, and blood shot sideways from the point of impact.

To finish the deed, Ling rushed up to his exposed back and felt some new, unknown source of power raging within her. Even though she was tired from the fight, she didn't know how she was running up to him for one more attack. It seemed as if the heavy air in the room was collecting around her and filling her body with the energy to move on. This is it…the finisher. I'm going to send this arrogant punk to the hospital, and I like it she smiled. She put all of her weight into chop that connected with the side of his neck, and, concentrating all of the borrowed energy, she kicked Brown Hair with all of her might face-first into the wall. A loud crack from the wall was heard, and she immediately knew that the battle was over. The force of impact was so great, that four large cracks, zig-zagging left and right, up and down, appeared on the wall when Brown Hair finally slumped down in defeat, coughing and gasping for air.

That was definitely strange. I thought I was spent, but somehow new energy just filled inside me. Ling shuddered at the thought. Whatever it was, it felt good to have she concluded. Looking around, she decided that she couldn't go on, and she slumped down on the ground and nursed the injury in her side.

Jin and the leader had continued the struggle. Jin had tried every strategy his mother had ever taught him, but the leader seemed well-versed in the art of hand-to-hand combat. The guy seems like he's a step ahead of me every time! he worried, what am I supposed to do?

After a brief hiatus in the action, the leader rushed up to Jin again. He put all of his weight and momentum into a leading punch with his left hand. Truly surprised by the amount of force behind the punch, in addition to the fact that the punch came from his arm with the injured wrist, Jin's block faltered.

"An opening!" the leader grinned in delight, and he struck Jin's stomach with his fist. Jin felt the air escape him, and he stood stationary, stunned. Knowing that a similar strike was coming, Jin tightened his abdomen muscles to lessen the pain and protect his stomach from the ensuing strike. As expected, the leader followed up with a knee to the stomach. While the strike still hurt, there wasn't as much pain as there would have been if he hadn't trained his body to take these types of blows.

The leader let Jin fall to the ground. Jin attempted to get air into his lungs, but for some reason, a pain in his chest always forced the air out. Jin coughed a little bit, but made his way back to his feet.

"You're definitely going to pay for that," Jin wearily said as he stood up.

"In the state your in, I definitely doubt it," the leader laughed, and he rushed back to Jin.

Jin dodged, blocked, and gathered data on his enemy. I think I get the pattern now, he thought. With a surprise punch from the leader, Jin blocked with his right wrist. "Gaaah!" he cried, as the pain from his wrist shot up from his arm. He backed away, nursing the wrapped joint.

The leader looked at him, first in puzzlement, then with happiness, "Ahhh…I didn't even notice that your wrist was hurt. Now that I know, I'll make quick work of you now."

Dammit…I can't take any more hits to this arm. Now what do I do?

The leader came up and led with a right hook, and Jin blocked with his left arm. Here it comes Jin thought, and as expected, the leader came with a left jab. Knowing that he couldn't block with the arm, Jin moved to the right side and moved his arms above and below the leader's punch.

"You're trapped," Jin smiled, as he grabbed the man's wrist with his right hand. What the hell is he smiling about? thought the leader as worry swept over him. Jin brought the man to one knee with a sharp kick to the pit of his left knee, and struck the base of his neck with his right fist. The leader fell forward, clutching the back of his neck with pain. If I keep up with using his own attacks against him, this will definitely go well.

"Shit…that hurt, man," the leader laughed. He got up and brushed himself off. "Hopefully, the boss won't be mad if I play with you for a little while. Right now, no paycheck could match up to the satisfaction of beating down your arrogant ass." the leader snarled angrily.

"Arrogant? I'm hurt!" Jin replied sarcastically.

The leader flashed his signature creepy smile as he ran up to Jin again. He sent Jin another right hook. He seems to like the right hook Jin thought, and he ducked under the punch accordingly. Jin swept for his feet, and the leader tripped upon them. As the man was falling down from the sweep, Jin quickly brought both of his feet under him and launched himself upward with an uppercut. The blow landed cleanly beneath the leader's chin, and he was sent flying away.

As the leader landed on the ground, he groaned in pain as his back ached. Just as he attempted to sit up to face Jin, his young opponent ran up to him and jumped in the air. Jin curled up and somersaulted, extending his right leg in the last part of the cycle. As he reached the floor, Jin dug his heel into the stomach of the leader with full force as he landed on the floor.

Crimson blood exploded from his mouth as blow connected. He clutched his stomach in pain and gasped for air as Jin got to his feet and stood over him. Jin knelt down and grabbed the front of the leader's fake Mishima Hotel uniform. With Julia and Ling victorious with their fight about the same times, they walked over to Jin and the downed and defeated leader.

"Are you guys all right?" asked a concerned Jin. Julia nodded, holding the back of her head, while Ling muttered approval while holding her side.

"How about you?" Ling asked, and Jin slightly nodded in confirmation.

"So…" Jin began, turning his attention to the leader and proud that he had bested this trained man, "would you mind telling me who sent you?"

The leader spit a fresh glob of warm blood straight into Jin's face. Wiping it away with disgust, Jin punched the leader with his left hand. The leader spit out some more blood to the ground on his left side.

"Now…I really suggest you tell me this itty bitty piece of information," continued Jin, seemingly unfazed. "Who's your employer?"

The leader was about to send out another sarcastic comment, but suddenly the four of them heard a frantic voice behind them.

"Squad! Squad! The mission has been botched! We need backup!" coughed the first man Ling injured with the knife. He was lying on his stomach, pressing a communicator against his left ear and talking to a receptor.

"I repeat! The mission ha—" the man then yelled out in pain as Ling had ran up to him and kicked him in the side of the head, knocking him out.

"Oh shit…" Julia swore.

"Let's get out of here!" Jin yelled to his friends, punching the leader hard one more time to knock him out.

Jin ran to the private penthouse elevator. "What are you doing?" cried Julia. "That elevator goes down to the ground floor! There will be more bad guys waiting for us there!"

"There isn't any other way out!" yelled Jin. The signature and unmistakable ding of the elevator emanated throughout all of their ears. The three of them looked up at the display above the elevator.

It displayed one word: "Ground." Next to the word was an arrow pointing upward.

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