Disclaimer: I do not own the charactes, all propriety are Namco's!
She hated delays, it was something she really couldn't tolerate. She considered them as a major lack of respect, as well as an immense waste of time. Not that she had anything better to do, but that trickle still made her furious.
"Keep calm!" she thought, tapping her nails nervously on the table's surface. She absently threw her eyes out of the window of that gloomy bar where she was waiting for the elusive Mr. Tanaka.
Nina was pretty sure that in that place and especially in that district forgotten even by God wouldn't have met any knowledge, however she hated exposing herself to the outside world more than necessary: she was still a murderer wanted by several people and now she was on the black list of the G Corporation and in all likelihood on Mishima Zaibatsu's too. She doubted strongly that Heihachi missed and needed her, but surely if they had to meet again, it wouldn't end up well for her. If he only knew... Who knows if he was doing well, if he had awakened yet? Seeing him so vulnerable had hurt her very much, she wasn't used to such an image. He was strong and contemptuous of every danger and above all, he would never ever allow someone to hurt her, even though she was his bodyguard.
She sighed impatiently, waiting for his new employer. After a brief exchange of e-mails and an even shorter phone call, they had agreed to meet in that place and discuss the plan. Yet the gentleman was making her wait and now the delay was over fifteen minutes. She hoped strongly that it was not a joke, it would piss her off and not even a little. Fortunately, few minutes later, a man dressed in an overly elegant way for such a place, entered the tavern. It didn't take long to locate her and as he saw her, he approached her table with a huge smile. He wore an elegant suit jacket in smoke-gray trousers and a red satin tie, resting on a pearly white shirt. He had a sort of briefcase with him and a smile that was too dazzling to be a criminal's. Yet appearance deceives.
"Miss Williams! Enchanted!" he began, extending his hand. "You must forgive me for the inconvenient delay, but unfortunately I was held back in spite of myself."
Nina looked at him from the top to bottom, but despite of everything she returned the handshake.
"My pleasure, so what is it?"
"Ah, right to the point so uh? I knew I had made the right choice, but you will forgive me again if I order a drink first? Would you like something too, ma'am?"
"No thanks!" she replied, dryly.
"As you wish... Waiter? A green tea, please!" he ordered, before turning his attention to the woman seated in front of him. "Very well, as I said before, I'm the best wedding planner in Tokyo..."
Nina mentally reviewed all the coded words that served as a cover to discuss the matter in a public place. She had to admit that to be a big head of the Yakuza, Mr. Tanaka played the role very well.
"... And for your special day when you will make your greatest dream come true, I want to offer you the best!" he continued extracting a series of folders of various colors from the briefcase. "Starting from the location, given the particular tastes of his husband to be, a lover of gothic and stained glass, I would suggest this Orthodox church that I would dare to say is right for you!
He opened the red folder and took out a series of photos of the aforementioned church, a very beautiful and particular building, with marble everywhere, from floors to stairways. She immediately realised that this would be the crime scene, so she took vision of all the possible escape routes present.
"As far as the dress is concerned, oh, Miss Williams, I have the right outfit for you, God would punish me if I'm wrong!" he continued, pulling out a series of paper models of a wedding dress.
It was a simple white one, smooth on the upper body, with a wide frappe to separate the piece above from the wide skirt. The lower part, also smooth, had a deep split on the left side. To complete the outfit, there were a couple of very long gloves of white silk, one adorned with a rose with a bow and a veil of tulle that went all the way down to the middle of the back.
"As you can see, silk and satin are the finest choice. The split on the left side of the leg is still discreet and not vulgar, guaranteeing maximum freedom of movement during your first dance together."
Silk stood for the Magnum 44 that she would have hidden in the garter, while the satin were the smoke that would cover her escape. Perhaps an extra cutting weapon wouldn't "hurt". Needless to say that the split was really needed as an easy access to weapons and no hindrance during the escape.
"I'd add a little organd ..." Nina asserted, looking at the man straight in the eye.
A benevolent smile was painted on his face, understanding the allusion to the switchblade knife.
"You have such a good taste, Miss Williams!"
They both grinned, but were interrupted by the waiter who served them tea.
"Many thanks, my dear son!" he chirped, leaving the young man a generous tip, which immediately bowed his head in sign of respect. "Returning to us, I would say that we are at good point, only the most important part is missing, that is the consort, what a lucky man!" He grinned.
Nina pricked up her ears and prepared to find out who she was supposed to kill.
"Aaaaah, Mr. Liev Morozov, such a man rich in both money and class and spirit, a very good choice from you, I am sure you will be a very good wife!"
The blonde looked at the picture that was put before her eyes: it was a man, unmistakably Russian, tall and pale as a rag. The hair was probably raven, but the smoke-gray streaks had by now assumed the dominant coloring, and made pandant with the eyes, of just a few lighter shades. He was a Russian magnate who had made a fortune with gas supplies all over Europe and from what Nina had known he had tried to expand his business in the East, careless of stepping on the Japanese mafia. Apparently Morozov, whose weak point were women, was again looking for a wife. He had 6 marriages behind him and several lovers, but for him they were just toys and now he was looking for the seventh. A slimy man, there was nothing else to say.
"Yeah... I'm really lucky to become the future Ms. Morozov." Nina asserted, with a sadistic smile.
That Russian had his days numbered.
"Wonderful, Miss Williams, wonderful, don't worry, you'll see that in a week's time everything will be ready for the big day, not for nothing, we're the best in the city because we know how to organize a wedding with style even in such a short time. It will be... a success! " concluded while collecting all the sheets and putting them in their respective folders.
"Absolutely!" concluded the murderer, sensing that the meeting had come to an end.
Both stood up and headed for the exit.
"I wish you all the best, Mrs. We will meet again in exactly seven days, at 1:00 pm at the tailor's shop, so we can dress you up and prepare you as best as they can!" Tanaka concluded, performing a gallant bow, followed by a kiss on her pale hand. "I wish you a wonderful day, Miss Williams!"
"Same..." Nina grinned, before taking the opposite direction and returning home.
So this was her new task: to pretend to be the future bride of a Russian magnate, who married women without even knowing them and who was putting sticks in the wheels at the Yakuza. Normal administration, nothing complicated, nor unusual. She knew how to treat both that kind of employer and his future husband...
Now, that's the mysterious work that Nina is going to perform. In Tekken 7 they say that when she parted way with Mishima Zaibatsu her duty was to infiltrate into a mafia wedding, posing as the bride, and during the cerimony Nina managed to take out all of her targets during a firefight, that attracted the Tekken Force. However hings here will develop differently, but you'll understand why later on. As I already said, I'm trying to be as coherent as possible to the original game's plot, but I'm also adding my version, since Harada will never, ever make something similar to what I'd like to see :P Plus, in the next chapter there will be new appereances...Who knows what will happen? See you!