2017 a.t.b., 1:00 p.m., above the Sea of Japan. An aircraft carrying around 40 people began descending from the sky that it was gliding upon. One teenager with short brown hair aboard the plane noticed this and opened his icy blue eyes and realized that he was nearing his destination. This young man, Alistair Wake, wearing a black long-sleeved shirt, khaki cargo pants, black shoes and gloves on his hands, came all the way from America to attend school in Japan to further his current education. It was at that point that the flight attendant made the announcement.
"We will be arriving in Area 11 shortly. Please keep your seatbelts on during our descent. I repeat..." The attendant followed the usual protocol of a flight reaching its destination, down to the usual tone of voice.
Alistair was confused by the announcement. He had not heard of any place referred to as "Area 11". He got the attention of the passenger next to him and began asking him about it.
"Hey, buddy?" He managed to wake up the other passenger, an adult male traveling back to Japan for business.
"What is it?" The man sounded a little confused as to why someone so young was bothering him.
"What's this 'Area 11' the attendant was talking about?" The passenger was even more confused, giving Alistair a suspicious look and a raised eyebrow.
"Look out the window." He pointed toward the window on Alistair's side of the seats.
Alistair did as such and saw nothing but the entirety of the country of Japan. The country had experienced many changes, from Alistair's viewpoint. It seemed a lot brighter, especially around the Tokyo area.
"Can't spot it. Must be a tiny thing, compared to Japan." Alistair spoke aloud, taking notice of the changes the country of Japan had gone through.
"Nobody calls it Japan, anymore. What you're looking at is Area 11." The passenger responded, confused by Alistair's words.
After hearing those words, Alistair blinked twice, then snickered a bit. He wasn't the type to buy into nonsense in a heartbeat. He then looked at the other passenger, not taking his words to heart.
"Interesting opinion, pal. I hear Japan's pretty nice, this time of year. Hope to have a nice time there." Alistair said, not at all knowing what was going on in Japan but defending its history and people, nonetheless.
A few moments later, the plane had touched down, landing at the airport. Alistair had gotten off and walked out of the airport, seeing the city of Tokyo for himself. What he saw was a rather utopian image of buildings and solar panels, as people other than Japanese were walking about, minding their own business. The young man then sniffed the air with a deep breath.
"Utopian image, huh? Doesn't look Japanese, in the slightest. Utopia...always reeks of tyranny, reeks of people that are suffering to make all this look pretty." Alistair spoke to himself, criticizing whoever made the buildings, with the potential thought of a nation all too familiar to him stealing the nation he stood upon for itself.
Alistair took a walk through the city, to get his bearings with the new territory. As he walked, he kept seeing caucasian people as civilians, rather than the normal Japanese populace. When he was near a park, he saw some large screens on buildings showing the news, clearly showing that it was made by the Britannian Empire.
"Yeah, just make it even more personal, why don't ya?" Alistair muttered, glaring at the name Britannia.
He kept walking until he was near an alleyway, where two Britannian-looking thugs were mugging a Japanese man, one of them holding a knife. The two criminal men were clearly dangerous. Alistair quietly approached behind them, not making a sound.
"Give up the cash, Eleven! It's in your best interest!" The thug without a knife shouted, snatching the money out of the Japanese man's hands. "Right, that oughta get us some-"
Before the thug could finish his thought, Alistair tapped on his shoulder twice, making him turn around, and then slammed a right straight into his face. The impact of the blow not only did damage to his face, but also to the back of his head as it was slammed into the wall. The thug groaned in pain, as he went limp and passed out.
"Wh-What the hell are you doing, man?! Why the shit would you do that?!" The remaining thug was shocked, surprised that someone that looked Britannian would do such a thing.
"What can I say? I enjoy taking out trash like you. If I were able to physically grab that definition of an already existing word you pulled out of your ass, I'd shove it right back where it came from." Alistair retorted, being rather snarky with his determined smirk.
The thug ran towards Alistair, only to run into a short left uppercut to his stomach, making him gag and hold his injured gut. Alistair then jumped up and struck his face with a right knee. The thug was knocked out the moment he hit the ground, and Alistair grabbed the stolen money, giving it back to the Japanese man.
"B-But... Why would you do that...?" The Japanese man was confused by Alistair's kindness.
"Because I felt like it. I do what I want, and helping innocent people like you from petty punks like that is part of doing what I want." Alistair responded, speaking as if what he did was only natural of a human being.
Clutching his returned money, the Japanese man bowed to Alistair and ran off further into the alley. Shaking off the blood from the first thug's nose, he decided to head for a train station, to head to other parts of the area. However, behind him were several police officers keeping an eye on him, one of which had a short beard around his mouth and medium-length black hair.
"That's our man, Major. We got a report about an assault on two civilians defending themselves from an Eleven, and that kid matches the description, down to the gloves on his hands." An officer spoke to the commanding officer, pointing at Alistair heading into the station.
"Right... We'll have to read him his rights and arrest him on the spot." The police Major responded, cocking his pistol as other officers prepared to storm the station.
Inside the train station, Alistair looked at a list of destinations to choose from, lost in thought for a moment. Then, he heard sudden sets of footsteps behind him, turning around to see about fifteen police officers getting into position and aiming their pistols at him. He stood where he was, not moving an inch or having a drop of sweat on his body.
"Young man, you're under arrest for assaulting two young civilians in an alleyway! Anything you say can and will be-!" The police Major yelled at Alistair, to which he was interrupted by the young man.
"Oh, you mean those muggers that tried to kill a Japanese man for a petty reason as cash? I taught them a pretty good lesson, huh?" Alistair smiled at the Major, not showing an ounce of fear.
"...Muggers? I wasn't told that they were muggers. Is this true?" The Major looked at his fellow police officer, who remained focused.
"That's irrelevant. Either we kill him or arrest him and kill him later, those are our orders." The officer responded, keeping his sights on Alistair.
"So, you're willing to manipulate the facts in order to get what you want? How many of your own people have you given that spiel to, I wonder?" Alistair snarked at the officers, save for the police Major who was confused by the situation. The young man was showing quite a bit of perception, for someone his age.
"Enough out of you." The officer snarled, preparing to shoot. The twitch in his eye suggested he didn't like being talked back to.
"I never received any orders to kill someone so young! Lower your guns, that's an order!" The Major yelled, commanding his subordinates to stop what they're doing.
"So...you would stoop so low as to aid a terrorist, Major James Samson?" The officer then aimed his gun at the superior officer, the other officers following suit.
James aimed his gun at the other officers, standing next to Alistair with a panicked look on his face. Alistair, however, kept his determined smile. Despite being a teenager, he looked like he was used to situations like the one he was in.
"Insubordination against a police Major? Are you really such slaves to a system of laws and rules that don't benefit anyone but the ones who created them...that you'd backstab just about anybody that pissed you off? Especially people in your own damn job?" Alistair criticized the treacherous officers, who were going against their jobs of protecting the people and serving their own interests.
"Talk all you want, boy. You still won't escape us. The fact is you viciously assaulted two young men who were rightfully punishing a worthless Eleven by taking money that never even belonged to them. And don't think we've turned a blind eye to your bullshit either, Samson." The officer glared at both Alistair and James, not liking the tone that the younger man was giving.
"This is insane! We're police, we're supposed to protect the people, Japanese included, and uphold the law! We're not to disregard those two, altogether!" James shouted, holding firm to his beliefs about his job as a police officer, not at all blinded by the power of his occupation.
"You forget your creed, so-called 'boss'. As Britannians, it's our duty to uphold justice for the sake of our nation, and shut down any naysayers that dare to go against our order that we brought about, ourselves. There's nothing wrong with a little patriotism." The officer retorted, keeping his cool.
"True enough. But I don't think your kind of patriotism is all that effective. You sound more like a crook than a regular person." Alistair spoke up, smirking at and taunting the speaking officer, who glared at both him and James.
"I don't think you know what you're talking about. You see, Britannia is so great in that..." The officer's monologuing trailed off as James leaned forward slightly to whisper to Alistair.
"Listen. I'm going to get you out of this, so just follow my lead. I'm going to create a distraction, while you run away-" Before James could finish his sentence, Alistair interrupted.
"Actually, I'm gonna be the one to cause a distraction. I'll pummel these traitorous cops while you run for the hills. Or, whatever counts as hills around these parts. Shoot that big chandelier down on top of that group and get running. I'll embarrass 'em." Alistair whispered back, giving his plan to James.
"You planned this out, rather quickly… You also sound experienced, so I'm going to trust you. Your name?" James responded, quickly deciding to put his trust in a young stranger.
"Alistair. Alistair Wake." Alistair responded to the police officer in need of saving from the current predicament.
"James Samson. Hope we meet again, Alistair." James nodded, determined to get out of the situation with both him and his new younger friend alive.
As the other officer was espousing his beliefs about Britannia that he had drilled into his head since birth, James aimed his gun at the chandelier above the gang of officers and shot the cable holding it up, making it fall and crash right into every one of the officers, knocking them all out. James was impressed at his shot dealing with so many assailants at once. Such a lesson was going to be stuck with such a veteran officer.
"Hm. Impressive. Well, off you go, bud." Alistair remarked, patting James on the back twice.
James nodded and started running for an alternate exit, just as the officer that was just monologuing shakily aimed his gun at the fleeing man. Alistair then kicked the gun out of the officer's hand, the shot from the pistol missing completely and the bullet being embedded in a crack in the wall. The officer held his hand in pain, growling at the young man.
"This must be what's typical about tyrannical douches like you. You talk all that crap, and you still end up whining like the little bitches you really are." Alistair criticized the officer about Britannia, to his face, and then began running for a train that was about to depart.
The officer grunted as he got up, grabbing his radio to speak into it. He was clearly heavily invested in Britannia's success across the world, as such was a rather common upbringing. His rage at Alistair's criticism of Britannia stemmed from a belief that he was being insulted rather than his country.
"All forces, I'm issuing an APB on two fugitives! A traitorous officer of the law, James Samson, and a boy with icy blue eyes and gloves on his hands! If you shoot them, shoot to kill!" The officer called in reinforcements to kill James and Alistair.
Meanwhile, James was running through the streets, and found a resting point to hide, panting and wiping the sweat off his face, his gun holstered. He crouched behind a dumpster and held his breath as he saw some officers running towards his position. As they passed by without noticing him, he stood up to continue catching his breath.
"I don't get it...! What the hell was that all about?! Why would they single me out, after all that effort I put into my job!?" James felt frustrated for a moment, then realized what was happening, his eyes widening. "Ramsay! I knew that son of a bitch couldn't be trusted! Dammit, all this...because of one goddamn crooked cop...! Gotta find a way out of this situation..."
As James thought to himself, another officer had spotted him. "I found him! Over here!" He called out to his fellow officers to back him up in apprehending the officer they believed to be rogue.
"Shit! Not good!" James said to himself, running faster to try and avoid the gunfire aimed in his direction.
In the skies above Tokyo, a Britannian police VTOL was looking at the train tracks, looking for the train that Alistair was on. Upon finding him aboard the train, the pilots of the VTOL reported that the train was heading towards the Shinjuku ghetto. What was strange about it was that the train's usual route didn't go through Shinjuku. Nonetheless, the VTOL couldn't follow the train any further, losing Alistair completely.
