After Heihachi Mishima finally died at the hands of his son, Jin Kazama took back control of the Mishima Zaibatsu. With the world turning its back on him in disgust, he has no other choice but to assemble a force of his own to take down another thre...
"Next!" Lars' authoritative voice boomed across the overpopulated room, sending either fear down one's back or thrill into every fiber of one's being.
Never-ending lines of soldiers stood as stiff as a statue, praying to whichever divine being that they would be elected by Team Lee (the name decided by none other than the name holder) for the social worker position. It was regarded as an easier option for the last-minute faint-hearted men and women. 'Much better than staying here and preparing for who-knows-what will happen in the near future', those individuals would use an excuse. Then again, maybe it's not as simple as the title suggests if the team exhibited an unhealthy amount of meticulousness concerning their criteria.
"Next!" Lee pointed his finger to the exit, clearly displeased at this particular soldier. He dismissed the frightened candidate, wanting nothing more than to see that bastard burn in hell. As the Silver Haired Devil drew an exaggerated prohibition sign over the man's profile, the other three of his teammates halted their actions to question his behavior.
"What is it, Lee?" The former Rebel leader raised an eyebrow as the man stood, pulling out a rose from the breast pocket of his coat. The light above them seemed to focus on Lee's figure alone. Glossing over his hair, his spotlight added a melodramatic touch. Lars heaved a sigh of exhaustion.
"What kind of monster steps on a dog's foot?" He cried.
"Are you serious, Lee?" His adoptive half-brother asked with his knuckles supporting the side of his face, Josie giggling behind her hand.
"Of course I am. Such precious creatures should be treated like gold. These soldiers should learn compassion before thinking about setting foot in here."
"Sit down, Lee. There are more soldiers to examine." He said as another applicant skipped in their direction, boldly presenting herself to the group.
"Hiiiiiiiiiiii! I'm Lucky Chloe!" The girl formed the letters 'L' and 'C' with her hands, showing off a cheesy grin to the confused group.
Placing her hand on her hip, she made eye contact with each member of the present Zaibatsu squadron, mixed emotions on most of their faces. Starting on her left, the silver head fiddled with a rose, eyeing her outfit with a hint of disapproval.
She pranced around with yet another Lucky outfit. This one was more on the sultry side, which made many soldiers' eyes glued on her frame for the duration of this trial.
Dressed in a Tekken Force-themed outfit, she showcased her red and black arm gauntlets, leaving her shoulders bare; the sides of her torso down to her waist were covered by a thin layer of armor; buckles held up the lower skin-revealing armor and formed into gray knee pads, then combat boots of the Zaibatsu colors. A gun holster garter decorated her thigh, which may or may not be loaded with ammunition. A rectangular-ish armored plate shielded her breasts from view, and the exposed skin of her stomach trailed downwards, putting her red panties on display.
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(A/N: This is Lucky Chloe's suit for those who would like a better idea. Also, this is actually a scrapped character from Tekken.)
Next, a brunette sipped on her cup of tea, looking her up and down, then placed her cup on the table. Lucky saw her flicker her eyes at the man holding the rose, who returned the tea drinker's look with a subtle frown.
Three seats to the right, the pink-haired woman(?)--Lucky was sure that she was not human---stared into the depths of her soul. She didn't blink once, and it gave the pop star the creeps, so she turned her head to the man at the end.
Weird hairdo.
The sandy brown-headed man appeared to be calm, writing down notes on a sheet of paper after sparing her a skim of the eyes. "You're hired."
"Eh?" Lucky Chloe's face filled with shock, and so did the others' upon hearing his statement. Incredulous, Lee hovered his chest over the table, wanting to get a read on the half-Mishima's face. Josie was a hair strand away from her tea slipping down the wrong pipe, listening to his next set of words.
"You may wait over there, please." He sent her away to the single chair at the corner of the room. It was settled there as if it were made just for her, having a hot pink color with sequins sprinkled on the surface. "Uh, okay." With a heavy feeling of stupidity, she stepped away from their table. Looking back at the group as she began to walk, the blonde saw the cyborg's waving hand, confirming the end of her 'interview'.
Still muddled by the simplicity of her infiltration objective, she shrugged it off. She smirked, believing that the old man would be proud of her enough to give her a raise.
The girl now out of earshot, the Violet Systems owner faced the man on the opposite side. "What was that, Lars?"
"We already discussed this. We have to be one step ahead at all times." Lars reminded him, to which he shook his head. "You could've asked her the questions. What if she's suspicious?"
"Relax, Lee. She's an amateur. Professional spies do not reveal their identity in the first five seconds of facing their enemy." The adopted Mishima adjusted in his seat, continuing to have q terrible gut feeling about Kazuya's assassin. He believed that one should never underestimate the abilities of their opponents, but he nodded his head to an extent.
The Filipina clasped her hands together. "So, what are we going to do about her?" She motioned her fingers towards the G Corp associate giddily bouncing on the chair.
"We will take her to Jin." Alisa answered for her partner. "He would know what to do."
End of Chapter XV
A/N: Hello, everyone! I'm sorry for being late! My Wi-Fi is acting up and turning on and off. It's horrible. :-(
