May be Rated M later for safe measure for language and some darker themes in later chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, they are all property of Namco.

For such a disgusting place filled with debauchery and decadence, she had to admit it had a nice décor and decent lounge music. This was probably the classiest 'strip club' she had ever seen. However, its opulent design was probably used as a deterrent to authorities to give it the appearance of a normal gentleman's club and not a place for an underground sex slave trade. She thought she would have more trouble gaining access into the club, but she had let her prized 'assets' do the talking for her, and after she claimed she was there for amateur night the owner was even more eager for her to join in on the fun.

Nina was welcomed in warmly and during her quick tour of the venue she had spotted her target, Ryotaru Mikage, sitting in V.I.P with a front view of the stage. His men were also near him, an entourage of five, most likely his close confidants and bodyguards. He wasn't a bad looking man, but beneath that handsome face and smug grin lied a deplorable monster who garnered gratification and financial gain from the pain and misery of young women who were forced to do unspeakable things against their will. As she walked by his table, his eyes latched onto her. Nina tried her hardest not to scowl as his eyes danced across her body quickly, she instead mustered her best seductive smile to keep him interested. The lascivious glare she received from him in return made her stomach churn, but it also lit a flame inside her that triggered her murderous intent. He was going to die tonight.

She went backstage to prepare herself mentally and physically in order to get the job done. This would be her first time (that she could remember post cryosleep) doing something like this. Jobs that required her to role-play always made her feel slightly ill at ease because she always worried about breaking character, but she always had to remember to stay cool, calm, and collected to get things done. In the dressing room, there were several other young women in the process her dressing themselves to get ready for the work night. Some were getting dressed in skimpy cocktail waitress outfits and others, the ones who looked the most "out of it" and nerve-wracked, were probably up to dance tonight as well. She felt sorry for them all, but hopefully by killing the orchestrator of their pain she'd be able to help them somehow.

Nina took a seat at a vacant vanity mirror and studied her appearance. She never liked to look too overdone, but she had to get into character. Instead of her usual ponytail, her blonde tresses now fell freely over her shoulders in luscious curls. Her makeup was a little heavier than normal, but still tasteful and sexy. She kept her coat on to conceal her outfit until it was time to perform.

A man entered the dressing room and loudly made an announcement to the girls. "There's been a change in the line up!" he shouted. "Mr. Mikage wants the blonde to go on first." His eyes landed on the blonde beauty sitting at the vanity and he smiled suggestively.

Nina had successfully charmed her target without even trying. The only positive of going first was that she would be able to kill him even faster. She sighed slightly and pulled out a vial of her special lip gloss from her coat pocket. She delicately applied it to her lips, and a young woman next to her watched her in some strange form of admiration. Nina turned to her and offered her a small smile.

"You look really pretty…you will do okay," she spoke with an accent. She looked to be between the ages of seventeen and twenty, and she had shoulder length dark hair.

Nina tilted her head to the girl and still offered her a sympathetic smile. The girl would probably be home with her family or out with her friends had she not been trapped there. She was snapped from her thoughts when she felt someone place their hand on her shoulder. She did her best to mask an oncoming sneer as she turned to whoever deigned to touch her. It was the man who had recently requested her presence onstage. She only glared at him with a calm expression.

"Hey, sweetheart, you're on in five," he said as he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. "He wants to know your name."

Nina seized his wrist, careful not to apply the normal amount of bone breaking pressure she would to an opponent, and moved his hand away from her face. She smirked at the man and said, "My name is Angel."

It was a smart move on his part to take his bike instead of a car, traffic was always a nightmare in the city. He parked his motorcycle and surveyed the area. It was well lit by flashing neon signs, and scantily dressed women were everywhere, most likely working to usher in men to their place of business. Jin sighed heavily and shook his head at the spectacle before him. Never in a million years would he have envisioned himself in a place like this. Strangely, he felt nervous about being there since it was a new experience for him. He reached into the inner pocket of his black trench coat and pulled out his dark sunglasses and quickly put them on. He looked at the tracking device in his hand to try to hurry and pinpoint the woman's location. He didn't want to stay in a place like this longer than he had to.

He began walking around the district, almost robotically, since he was solely reliant on using technology to find his target. She was near and he kept following the GPS on the device to lure himself closer to her. Once he found the place, he wouldn't go in, but he planned to catch her upon exiting. 'Does she work in a place like this now? What a waste of talent,' he thought, disapprovingly. He was pulled from his thoughts and pulled physically when two giggling women approached him and grabbed onto his arms. He was taken aback and confused by their actions as they tugged him towards some club. They must have mistaken him for a customer.

"Let go," Jin objected calmly as the two girls in skimpy outfits tried to usher him into some seedy place. "I said let go!" he repeated with more vigor, but to no avail. They were persistent, and he began to feel nervous again as the girls pushed their barely clothed bodies against him. Once he was close enough to the entrance more girls came out and latched onto him and pulled him in as their annoying giggles filled his ears.

Jin stumbled into the place somewhat unceremoniously and he was quickly escorted to a table where he was instructed to sit. Amidst all the excitement, he failed to notice the device in his hand indicating that his target was in the vicinity. A girl quickly approached him and nervously tried to take his drink order while another poured him a glass of ice water with shaky hands, resulting in the glass tipping over and spilling onto his slacks. He flinched at the coldness of the liquid, and the girl only made everything worse by trying to quickly rub his pants near his groin to wipe the stain.

A man also approached his table and scolded the girls for smothering their patron. "So sorry, sir," he apologized. "It's their first day. Can I get you anything?" he asked.

Jin was admittedly embarrassed by the situation and he slowly shook his head as a response.

"Ah, I see, you're strictly here for the entertainment tonight. Do enjoy, sir, we hope you find what you're looking for," he said as he bowed his head and walked away.

Jin grabbed some napkins and dabbed at his pants to dry them. Where the hell was he anyway? He looked a napkin in his hand and it said Love Paradise. He glanced around and noticed the other patrons in the club, mostly men who seemed to be having their fill of alcohol and looked to be in a daze as they ogled the waitresses. The lights dimmed and music began playing. Jin looked around somewhat nervously and wondered if it was too late to leave.

"Let's give a warm welcome for our sexy newcomer, Angel!" a man announced loudly with applause and whistles following afterwards.

Just as he had almost gathered the nerve to leave, a flash of white entered his peripheral vision, causing him to quickly glance at the stage. His breath hitched in his throat and his eyes widened. "N-Nina…?" he muttered under his breath. Unconsciously, he stared at her in awe and shock. He still hadn't paid the device any heed as it had clearly shown that he was in the correct place. Good thing the lights were dimmed, he had his shades on, and sat closer to the back so that he could avoid being seen by her. He tried to avert his gaze from the stage, but some strange, unnatural force kept bringing his eyes back to her as she danced seductively to the music playing, beautifully adorned in all white lingerie.

He didn't expect to come face to face with her under these circumstances, but she was nearly impossible to contact. His attention was diverted from the stage for a quick second when a waitress placed another glass of water on his table. He quickly picked it up and began drinking from it while he still watched her on stage. She twirled around the pole skillfully, using great muscle control to hold herself up. The white corset she wore accentuated her curves in all the right places while displaying an ample amount of her bosom. He noticed that not only had she mastered the art of fighting in heels, but she seemed to have no trouble dancing in them as well.

More cheers and whistles erupted from the crowd as she slid down the pole, successfully enthralling the audience of onlookers. She landed gracefully on her knees and began running her fingers through her hair seductively with her eyes closed before caressing her hands over her body erotically, completely captivating the crowd. Jin noticed his heart rate increasing and he had to focus his attention somewhere else to keep his wits. As Jin glanced around the room he noticed a lot of the men seemed to be gazing at her in a lustful daze, most likely with disgusting fantasies racing through their wanton minds.

The table closest to the front became louder as the seductress on stage had her sights set on a middle aged man dressed in a business suit. He noticed that she seemed to be privately dancing for him now, paying nothing and no one else any mind. It seemed that not only VIPs got the best view, but they got the best service as well. She crawled towards the edge of the stage on her hands and knees and beckoned the man to come closer by signaling for him to come hither with her finger as she gazed at him lustfully with her crystal blue eyes.

The man gladly and boldly took a few steps towards the stage and, to his surprise, once he was close enough she reached out to grab his tie and wrapped it around her hand as she forcefully pulled him closer. His entourage was thoroughly entertained by their boss receiving 'special treatment' since they burst out in raucous laughter, spilling their drinks onto the floor drunkenly. They watched as she gripped his face between her hands and pulled him in for a kiss. The crowd wolf whistled loudly and cheered on at the spectacle. Jin nervously drank the last of his water. He had to go, things were getting too heated and he hated all the noise from the rowdy, horny men. He watched her as she pushed the man away from her as their lips parted and stood up to her height and strutted off stage sexily.

"Give another round of applause for Angel!" the announcer shouted excitedly.

Jin snapped out of his reverie once she left the stage and as the loud voice of the man yelling over the microphone pierced his ears. He left a hefty tip on the table and finally stood to leave. 'What was I thinking, allowing myself to sit in a place like this…watching her dance like that?' he thought with a slight tinge of shame. He was not used to allowing his mind slip like that and he rubbed the bridge of his nose to focus on what he set out to do.

He looked over to the table of obnoxious men at the VIP table and watched as the man who received preferential treatment from "Angel" talked excitedly about the various sexual things he was going to do with her. He was so drunk that he could barely hold the glass of liquor to his lips without spilling it all over his suit since his hand began to shake uncontrollably. The liquor sputtered from his mouth as he began to cough persistently. A loud crash filled the room as he fell backwards onto the table, convulsing wildly as blood slowly seeped from his nose and mouth. The men around him finally jumped up in alarm, yelling for someone to get help. More pandemonium was caused as the once giggling girls screamed in horror at the sight of the man seizing out of control before lying still, glassy eyes staring lifelessly upward as a final gurgle escaped from his mouth.

Jin was shocked at what he had just witnessed, but he put the pieces together in his mind as he realized what had happened. He had witnessed the most perfect, deadly hit carried out by the very elusive, beautiful assassin he had been seeking. If he didn't leave now, he might miss his chance to catch her. He quickly exited the club along with several other guests who were panicking. It wouldn't be long before the cops swarmed the place.

"The blonde, find that blonde bitch now!" a man from the victim's entourage yelled over the screaming crowd.

'I have to find her before it's too late,' Jin thought as he heard the man scream more derogatory things about the assassin.

After the show, she hastily made her exit from the club through the back entrance, the only thing she needed to grab was her black trench coat to cover herself as she had exited through the back alley. She stopped momentarily to pull a small case from her pocket. She touched her lips and gently peeled off a thin layer of silicone from her top and bottom lip and placed it the case. It protected her lips from the poison she used to exterminate her target. She was lucky that the creep didn't attempt to thrust his tongue into her or she could've suffered from the effects of the poison, but she escaped such a fate.

As her heels clicked down the dark alley she could hear all the chaos emerging from within the club. She smirked to herself and thought, 'Good riddance, Mr. Mikage.' She was hardly worried about the henchmen that might be seeking her, if they came for her, she'd dispose of them too. She picked up her pace a little as she neared closer to the mouth of the alley. There was nothing more that she desired right now than a hot shower and a scotch on rocks. Once she reached the opening of the alley, a motorcycle screeched in her path, cutting her off abruptly. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? With no hesitation, she quickly whipped open her coat and reached for the pistol in the inner pocket.

"Stop right there, Nina Williams," Jin urged as he stared directly at her. "Or do you prefer to be called "Angel" now?" he said with a smirk.

Nina scowled at the cocky young man. She was surprised that she hadn't shot him in the face before he finished his sentence. Now she recognized him. That spiky, black hair and smug attitude…the classic indicators of a Mishima. "Get out of my way!" she hissed. He was impeding her escape and she began to think it was intentional. Did he work with that Mikage creep? The thought made her grip her gun tighter as she pulled it from her coat.

"Get on or face them," he quickly offered an ultimatum to her as he nodded his head towards the men bursting from the back door of the club.

"There she is!" one of the goons yelled as they headed towards her with their weapons.

Without a second thought, she hopped onto the bike with Jin. It had been a long while since she rode bitch on a motorcycle, but it wasn't like she had a choice considering the circumstances. She remained silent.

"Hold on," he said before abruptly pulling off at a high speed, forcing her to fling her arms around his waist. They could hear the men firing their weapons in a futile attempt to stop them. It was then he realized that the henchmen were just useless grunts and not trained killers like the woman pressed against his back. He smirked as he zipped down the streets and made a few sharp turns to make it back onto the main road.

Now that she was out of immediate danger, she would no longer be requiring his assistance. What were his motives behind helping her escape anyway? Did he manage to get hot and bothered during her little show and think that he was going to take her home for a quick thrill? Never! "You can stop now, I don't think we're being followed," she suggested as she looked behind them. Besides that, the wind kept whipping her hair in her face and her coat was open, inviting the cool breeze to send chills all over her body. Once she caught herself unintentionally pressing her body against his back for warmth she knew they had to stop soon.

"You're going to walk home like that?" he asked loud enough for her to hear. He tried to ignore the sensation of her smashing her chest into his back as he kept his focus on the road.

"What's it to you? I can manage on my own," she replied vehemently.

"How would you have evaded those men without my help?" he asked again. He hit another sharp turn, which urged her to grip onto him tighter once again.

Nina's hand brushed against something hard in his pocket. "What is that in your pocket?" she inquired without trying to sound suggestive. It didn't feel like a gun and it felt bigger than the average phone.

"My device," Jin replied vaguely. He wondered what she was getting at, but he chose to ignore it.

"Aren't you going to stop? Where are you taking me?" she questioned. He was terrible at answering questions. If she had to jump off his bike to escape him, she would.

"Home."

"How do you know where I live?" Nina asked suspiciously.

"My device," he repeated.

What a cocky little shit he was! Now, she was really curious to know what he was after. It wasn't just a coincidence that he happened to be at the club tonight, and now that she thought about it, she was sure those soldiers trying to tail her the other day had something to do with him. "Jin Kazama," she spoke into his ear. "I am not one to be trifled with, so you'd better tell me what I want to know," she threatened in a sultry voice.

"Hmph," he smirked as she finally spoke his name. He was beginning to think she lost all memory of him from the past. "So, you do remember me? Good to know." He spoke in an even tone. It was then that he felt something hard pressing against his back, undoubtedly the barrel of her gun.

She was done playing games with him. "Pull over now," she demanded, all traces of humor were absent from her voice.

Jin complied with her request, despite the irrationality to be dropped off in the middle of a deserted road with no way to get home. He pulled to the side of the road and looked over his shoulder at her, remaining silent.

Nina narrowed her eyes at him for a moment before disembarking from his bike. She still tried to appear threatening as she fumbled to keep her coat closed with one hand to hide her scantily clad body while holding her gun in the other. "Why have you been following me? Speak," she insisted, never taking her eyes from his shaded eyes. "Take off your sunglasses," she requested strangely.

He usually wasn't this compliant with anyone, but he didn't have the energy to go back and forth with her anymore. He removed his shades and stared at her blankly with his almond colored eyes.

She stared directly into his eyes and her heart skipped a beat as a long forgotten memory flashed through her mind. She hated it when she experienced that. 'Ogre,' she thought in horror. 'Kazama…he was the one I wanted to kill back then!' She didn't want to remember that odious creature and she loathed when a long gone, forgotten bad memory found its way back to her. This is why she gave up on recovering her memories long ago, she'd rather focus on building a life for her future. She unconsciously backed away from him without uttering a word.

He noticed her strange behavior and saw a flash of fear wash over her face before she went slightly pale. There was no use in standing out in the cold, he was tired and surely from her eventful night she was tired as well. "Let me take you home," he suggested as a final offer.

She averted her eyes from him for moment and looked down the lonely road. "Just answer one question," she said in a quiet voice. "What do you want from me?" she asked, finally looking back at him.

"Your help," he answered, straight to the point. "I've been searching for you for quite a while and I want to talk to you about a proposal I have for you, but not here," Jin said with a slight nod.

There was some sincerity in his answer. Despite her suspicions of anyone connected to the Mishima bloodline, she didn't think Jin was as nefarious as his other family members. She put away her gun and decided to give this another try. Nina silently approached the bike once more and embarked again. Once again, before he gave her a chance to get fully situated, he pulled off, causing her to instinctively cling onto him for dear life. "Asshole," she uttered in annoyance.

Jin smirked again as he continued to zoom down the road at high speed. Within no time at all, he arrived at the location where she currently resided. When he pulled up to the curb, he was surprised that she decided to live so meagerly. He knew that a woman with her talents would desire much more in life than mediocrity, but he figured that it was only temporary housing. Maybe she wasn't planning on staying in Japan much longer. He only hoped he was able to effectively change her mind with his proposal tomorrow morning, that is, if she even agreed to meet him. He didn't say a word as she got off of his motorcycle.

Nina flipped her tousled blonde hair from her face and turned to face him once again. She was finally able to properly close her coat. Perhaps she would substitute the scotch over rocks for a hot cup of tea, then again the scotch would help her sleep better. "About this proposal…" she started.

"Come to my office tomorrow morning, 8 a.m.," he simply stated while reaching into his coat pocket to hand her one of his business cards.

She took a step forward and took the card from his hand. How fancy. It seemed that Jin Kazama was making his niche in the corporate world, but she still didn't understand why he sought her out. In her career, she had gained a good degree of business acumen, but if it was a assistant or secretary he needed, he would have to look elsewhere. She refused to be trapped in corporate setting only to be someone's office eye candy. Despite her reservations and uncertainty, she decided not to drag things out any further. She was cold and wanted to go to sleep soon. "Tomorrow at 8 a.m. it is," she agreed, finally. "Good night, Jin Kazama, thanks for the ride." She smirked as she turned around to walk towards her building.

Jin listened to the sound of her heels as they clicked against the concrete as she retreated away from him. He only hoped that she would come to see him tomorrow and agree to his terms. He would do anything necessary to make sure she didn't decline his offer. Once he saw that she was inside, he sped off. He would need a full night's rest if he hoped to be at least halfway charismatic tomorrow morning.

I wonder what song Nina would dance to...I couldn't decide on just one song lol. R&R!:)