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"Was that your plan all along? To draw the enemy over there and blow it up?"
"We have Jin, which i believe mean everything worked out beautifully!" replied the man, removing a lock of silver hair from his face. "Don't worry! The Mishima Zaibatsu will pay for the damage...With interest."
The head of the Tekken Force rebels couldn't help but grin as he heard those words. Lee Chaolan was never too scrupulous when it came to achieving a goal, still remaining fair, unlike his adoptive father and stepbrother. Growing up among the Mishimas made him understand how exactly he never wanted to become: he had always been ambitious, but he had never had thirsty for power. Exactly like him: Heihachi's blood flowed in his own veins, but since he had never known him and had grown up without that unhealthy presence in his life, he had become a loyal and courageous man with a strong sense of justice.
Lars Alexandersson watched his soldiers as they hurried to bring Jin's defenseless body into the structure. In all that mess he didn't move a millimeter, the only evidence of his presence in the living world was the barely perceptible breath. The clash with Azazel one month earlier had greatly weakened him: he had been unconscious in the desert for who knows how long, until Raven's soldiers had been able to track him down. But even there, the Devil's Gene, which was supposed to be eradicated, was still in full possession of the young man's body and managed to rout the troop without any difficulty. That exploit of energy, however, made Jin easily traceable, but it must have cost him a lot: the last time the Swede had seen him awake was when he saved him in the market in that remote village in the Middle East. Since then he hadn't woken up. Who knows if he was just asleep in a restful sleep and when he woke up he would come back worse and ruthless than ever? Lars swallowed at that thought: unfortunately it wasn't such an improbable option.
At the moment, however, he was limiting himself to lye on that hospital bed, placed in a room that was a mixture between a laboratory and a hospitalization room. Large monitors showed his weak but stable vital parameters and functions. A thick straitjacket had been stuck on him to preventive purpose, to avoid sudden reactions once awake. Lee sat in front of a giant computer and controlled all the data that the machines were sending and processing.
"How is he doing?" Lars asked, approaching the owner of the Violet System.
"Not very well, he's not life-threatening, but he does not even seem to recover... It almost seems like a lethargy!" Lee replied, leaning his chin on his fists as he studied the screen.
"When will he wake up?" Alisa asked, looking back at the round of data, impressing them in her cybernetic mind as well.
"Who knows, most probably not soon, he's still too weak, but we can't even imagine what's wrong in that mind, we don't have to lose sight of him not even for a second."
The cyborg nodded and turned his gaze to her friend. He moved back towards the sleeping figure lying and tied on that bed and submerged by cables and electrodes. He suffocated a bitter laugh at the sight of who was in fact his nephew, despite being only few years younger. Once he was at his service and willing to execute every order he gave, but over time he began to wonder what it would really have brought to lead such a war. Vain had been all the attempts to dissuade him, even his bodyguard didn't want to hear his valid reasons. The conflict had begun and the leader of Zaibatsu was firmly convinced to carry it forward. All that destruction ... But at what price? Was there really no other way to destroy Azazel without spilling all that blood and cutting off thousands of innocent lives? Despite Jin's intentions were good, he had nevertheless committed unforgiven actions. Now it would have been too easy to murder him, probably it would have succeeded with only a single well-aimed blow. But he couldn't: despite the hatred and resentment he felt towards his relative he was aware of the fact that only Jin would be able to fix the disaster he himself had unleashed. He clenched his fists and breathed deeply trying to calm down.
"Something wrong?" Alisa asked, looking at his tense body and his thoughtful expression.
"No, don't worry... Did you get damaged?"
"That Williams was really such a hard bone, the grenade she threw me damaged some of my circuits, as well as her blows, but Lee will put me back in shape as soon as he finishes stabilizing Mr. Kazama." she replied cheerfully, with her usual warm smile.
"Better like that." sighed Lars, smiling in turn. "Come on, let's go... We both need to rest!"
"Roger!" Alisa answered, heading for the door. He did the same, but before leaving he turned to take a last look at the boy.
"This war must definitely end." As for you, Jin, Im going to need you for something... Looks like we have to delay the finale for the time being.
She had again fallen into immobility. She was lying on the bed, watching the ceiling without even really seeing it. Since when did she become so lazy and uninvolved? Perhaps it was the effect of the small dose of morphine that she injected herself to relieve the ribs pain: going to the hospital was certainly not a luxury that she could afford.
"I'm getting up now..." she mumbled to herself, for what was supposed to be the tenth time.
She would get up, and then? What would she have done? Cleaned the house? Cooked? Laundry? Please ... The situation had become so unbearable that she hurled himself up, cursing herself later by the sharp pain in her chest that she felt soon after. She began to wander around the apartment, opening the windows to let in some fresh air and checking that everything was in order: everything was exactly as she had left it, the clothes were neatly stored in the closet and the supply was almost empty. But at the moment she wasn't hungry. She sat back on the bed, studying her clothes and looking for something to wear... Just to remember how to live and to take off that towel that was still on since the morning. There wasn't much choice and she soon remembered that most of all her belongings were still in her apartment at Mishima Zaibatsu: all the clothes, shoes, expensive and signed underwear had remained there, along with her bike and her black Lamborghini. She snorted pissed at the thought of having lost all that stuff; she really wasn't a material person, but by then she had grown used to living in luxury. However, for a moment she felt her heart heavy when she realized that she no longer had that necklace of white gold and diamonds with her. A jewel of several thousand yen of worth, of great economic value, but above all emotional. Involuntarily her mind recalled the moment she received that very expensive gift...
"And that's pretty much it!" concluded the blonde, crossing her arms.
"Very well, good job, Nina! But I think I've told you not to go alone and accept protection, just to avoid you to come back completely bruised!"
Nina snorted. Jin was too protective towards her, he seemed not to understand that bruises and scratches were part of the work and that she had suffered much worse damages in the past.
"And, correct me if I'm wrong, it seemed to me to have told you over and over again that I would have made it very well alone, in fact here I am." she replied with a cheeky smile.
The leader of Mishima Zaibatsu sighed and decided to give up. He was the CEO of all that empire and the most feared man in the world, but he soon learned that arguing with his bodyguard was a total waste of time. Indeed he had found someone more stubborn than him.
"Very well! Now, and please do it, go and get yourself checked by the doctors on the 27th floor, I've already warned them."
"You worry too much, boss! I have hard skin!" scolded the blonde, but this time she decided not to contest any further.
She still was was one of his employees after all.
"I really care about the safety of my bodyguard, if you will allow me to, Miss Williams, I wouldn't want to miss her precious service." Jin said, settling down on the leather chair.
"Ah, sure! Glad that my service is considered precious." Nina replied, accentuating the word "service".
She agreed that it was her job, but she couldn't bear to be treated as an object. Jin barely restrained a laugh as he saw his bodyguard's expression but decided to stop with that little theater and that it was finally time to reward her for her help.
"Talking about valuable things..." he said, sticking his arm into the desk drawer, from which he took out a rectangular blue velvet box, then stood up and headed towards the woman. "I would say this is the minimum for the excellent work you are doing for me." concluded, handing it to her.
Nina stood still for a moment, trying to understand what was happening.
"What is that?" she asked, taking the package from his hands.
"I would say that you should open it to find out!"
She gave him a death glare at his sarcasm but as she opened the box her eyes were captured by the intense glow that it contained. Her eyes studied every single detail of that magnificent necklace in white gold, to which were hung five drop shaped pendants set with diamonds. It had to be worth at least a fortune. What did it mean?
"Jin... What...?" she babbled, stunned by that incredible gift.
"Nothing special! I just think it's a beautiful jewel, of great value and very, very precious, just like you!" he answered, securing the necklace around his neck.
Nina was speechless, hearing that phrase. So he considered her beautiful, valuable and precious? Oh God, no, she couldn't blush like a teenager, not in front of her boss!
"I... I don't know what to say..." she murmured, observing her reflection in the near-by mirror.
It looked enchanting on her! Behind her appeared the Jin's figure, who merely smiled as he placed his hands on her shoulders.
"You don't have to say anything, and now go to the infirmary!" He concluded.
For the first time Nina Williams executed his order without a word.
She shook her head at the memory, while the grip on her heart became more and more painful. She had to regain that necklace at any cost. Once again, however, she realized the position she was in and above all that she had to start a new life and procrastinate wouldn't have led to anything. Sighing, she stood up and got the laptop from the other room. Maybe she should have moved to another country? What was holding her there now? As the PC screen lit up, a little window on the desktop warned an immense amount of emails to read. Damn it, it had to be all spam, she surely didn't leave her e-mail address around. However as she opened the box she noticed an email dated only three days earlier from a certain Mr. Tanaka. The object was "urgent request". Intrigued, the blonde opened the letter and read the text briefly.
"Dear Mrs. Williams,
Your reputation as an infallible murderer has come to our ears, so we are here to ask you kindly about your help ... "
Nina re-read the content three times. Another murder uh? Well... Wasn't it a way to start over, anyway?
Hi everyone! Sorry for the long waiting between an update and another, but my work schedule is killer and vacations are an uthopia. Seems like the silent assassin has found a new job to keep herself busy with...A good occasion to start again, uh? What will it led to her? You'll find out soon! Anyway, I think you all got how much I like to insert flashbacks, so I loved to figure out that was Jin who gave her the necklace she wears in Tekken 6's outfit and in the scenario campaign as well! Another proof I liked to tell of how much he cared about her. Instead the frst part of the chapter is focused on Tekken 7'scene after Nina failed to capture Jin. She might be the main character of this story, but she's not the only one, for sure ;) Hope you liked it and you keep reading this story, even if it takes me forever to update it. See you!