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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 man, Alistair Wake, 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.

Attendant: We will be arriving in Area 11 shortly. Please keep your seatbelts on during our descent. I repeat...

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.

Alistair Wake: Hey, buddy?
Passenger: What is it?
Alistair: What's this "Area 11" the attendant was talking about?
Passenger: Look out the window.

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.

Alistair: Can't spot it. Must be a tiny thing, compared to Japan.
Passenger: No one calls it Japan anymore. What you're looking at is Area 11.

After hearing those words, Alistair began laughing hysterically, as if he had heard an extraordinary joke. His high-pitched, hyena-like laughter could be heard throughout the airborne vehicle, and went on for at least 15 seconds. When he stopped laughing, he put his left hand on the passenger's shoulder and tried to catch his breath.

Alistair: (smiling) Don't kid yourself, chief. That kind of talk will get you killed.

As their conversation ended, the plane landed at the airport. Alistair had reached his destination. Upon entering the airport lobby, Alistair went through the exit to enter territory that was unknown to him. He set his eyes upon the capital of Japan: Tokyo. He never imagined that it would be so technologically impressive. The buildings looked as if they were in pristine condition, like they were just made. After a long taxi drive, Alistair began walking through the wondrous capital until he came upon a construction site. There, he saw three Japanese construction workers on break. One of them was wearing his helmet over his face, like a mask, speaking triumphantly. Alistair listened to the speech and decided to approach the workers.

Alistair: (claps) Now, that's impressive, right there. (stops clapping) Why can't speeches be more triumphant, like that?
Worker A: What the hell do you want?
Alistair: Hey, hey, hey. No need to fret. I'm just walkin' by, takin' in the capital.
Worker B: Maybe you should go back to your country. You don't belong here!
Alistair: (stops smiling) What do you have against America? I didn't do anything stupid.
Worker B: Oh. Sorry. I thought you were Britannian. You know, different skin and all.
Alistair: Wait, what?! (takes off right leather glove and pulls right sleeve) Whew. It's okay. I'm still pale. A healthy kind of pale, mind you. (puts leather glove back on) Please don't scare me like that again.
Masked Worker: You are impressive, American. Perhaps we are able to consider you a friend.
Alistair: Sweetness! Japanese friends! (dramatic tone) No matter the time or place, when friendship is established, it is eternal. Unless stupidity reigns over their lives and corrupts their minds. Only then, will friendship, truly, be on the line.
Masked Worker: (normal tone) I can't beat that. (removes helmet from face) You are too damn good at that.
Alistair: Well, my dad was an actor. Must run in the family.
Worker A: That's impressive. What are you doing here, anyway?
Alistair: Going to school, since I haven't been in a normal school in, I guess, 10 years.
Worker B: What have you been doing all that time?
Alistair: Dealing with my parents dying, going to Ranger School, all that jazz.
Worker B: Oh. You're okay now, right?
Alistair: Oh, yeah. Lived in the Mojave Desert for a while and here I am, in high school. Well, time for me to go. Later.

Alistair started to walk again and, after a while, found himself in a park. The park seemed more active due to the shopping area within it. As he was walking through this populated area, he noticed a Japanese man being beat down by three other men. These men were stomping the Japanese man while he was on the ground, begging for them to stop. It was then that Alistair decided to step in.

Alistair: 'Scuse me, chumps. I don't abide by you beating the crap out of a defenseless dude.

This caused the assaulting individuals to turn around and look at Alistair.

Thug A: The hell do you want, kid? Can't you see we're busy showing this Eleven his place?
Alistair: Don't kid yourself.
Thug B: How about you get lost? If you don't, we'll just have to beat on you, too.
Alistair: Are you challenging me to a fight? 'Cause it sounds like you're challenging me to a fight.
Thug C: Screw it, man. I'm beating this guy right now. He can't do anything about it, anyway.

The thug walked towards Alistair and threw a punch directly towards Alistair's face. Alistair casually dodged the punch, as he knew that the thug would throw that kind of punch. Once Alistair dodged the very sloppy punch, he jumped into the air and used his left knee to strike the thug's jaw. Alistair landed on his feet, while the thug landed on his back, unconscious.

Thug A: You bastard! You would dare mess with us Britannians!?
Alistair: (taunts with a hand gesture)
Thug B: Let's see you take me on!

The second thug charged towards Alistair, screaming. Alistair dispatched the thug by delivering a roundhouse kick with his right leg. The thug became unconscious when Alistair's leg connected with his head and fell to the ground.

Alistair: Any other takers?
Thug A: (utterly shocked and frightened) Uh...
Alistair: No? Okay. Catch you later, yeah?
Thug A: Uh...
Alistair: Bye.
Thug A: (screams and runs away)

Once the thug ran away, Alistair turned his attention to the Japanese man who was being attacked by the thugs.

Alistair: You good, man?
Man: Yes. I'm fine.
Alistair: Good. (extends hand) Up and at 'em.
Man: (grabs Alistair's hand and gets up) Thanks. Why did you defend me like that?
Alistair: Sadistic racism isn't really something I allow. Especially considering that those dudes were foreign to Japan. They aren't from around here.
Man: I get that kind of treatment a lot, these days.
Alistair: What, these guys' sadism tanks aren't full until you're completely bled dry?
Man: Basically.
Alistair: Wow. No matter how much I kick racism's ass, it keeps getting back up. (yelling at no one in particular) It's called "equality" for a reason!
Man: I appreciate what you did, but I think you should get out of here. You might get in trouble if you don't.
Alistair: Even if that guy comes back with an army, I'll kick his ass. Whatever he's got, hell, whatever anyone's got, I'll just wreck until they figure out that it's futile to fight me. I am an undisputed, ass-kicking, equal opportunity wild card. Keep your family safe, got it?
Man: (confused) Alright, I guess.

With that, Alistair walked off to scour more of Tokyo, to see if anything more had changed. His walk led him to a train station with a large crowd of people walking towards the exit. Alistair assumed that they had recently been on a train and it had stopped at the station. Out of Alistair's line of sight a woman screamed and other people began running. Alistair wondered what was going on and turned around, calmly. As soon as Alistair turned around, he saw armed individuals, one of which was aiming a revolver at him. What confused Alistair was that these individuals were wearing clothes similar to a police uniform.

Leading Officer: Put your hands in the air. Slowly.
Alistair: Who in the blue hell are you supposed to be?
Officer A: We're the police! Now, listen to the Major and put your hands in the air!
Alistair: What, like, volunteer work?
Officer B: What the hell do you mean by "volunteer" work?
Alistair: Well, obviously, you guys aren't native to Japan. So, I assume that you guys are volunteering to help out the Tokyo PD?
Leading Officer: We are the Tokyo PD.
Alistair: Bullcrapping doesn't get you very far, bud. So, I suggest you lay off it, otherwise you'll have more troubles than you already have.
Officer A: Are you saying the Major's a liar, you son of a-!?
Leading Officer: Calm down. I'll handle this.

At that point, the leading officer lowered his gun and approached Alistair. The officer appeared to be in his late 40s, signifying that he had been part of the police for quite some time. The police major with black hair spoke quietly to Alistair.

Leading Officer: Look, my crew is already on edge. Can you please just come quietly so we can talk at the station?
Alistair: If you want to have a chat, don't go around pointing guns at people. They'll think your a dumbass and, hell, they might think you're socially awkward.
Leading Officer: (sighs) Honestly, this reflex of aiming my gun at innocent people makes me feel like I'm doing something wrong.
Alistair: Preach, brother, preach.
Leading Officer: I mean, I took this job to help people, not make their lives worse. I think everything's gone to hell because Britannia exists instead of England.
Alistair: For some reason, that crap tends to happen a lot. Good thing you're keeping your head, considering the situations that have been going on. What's your name, man?
Leading Officer: James. James Sampson.
Alistair: Alright, James, you can rest easy, now that you know another good guy.
James Sampson: (chuckles) Yeah. I better tell the others to stand down.
Alistair: Oh. Forgot about them.

James went to tell the other officers to stand down, but they aimed their guns at both him and Alistair.

James: What are you doing?
Officer A: Police Major James Sampson, you are under arrest for charges of treason and aiding a criminal suspect. Put your hands in the air.
James: Are you crazy?! You're police officers! You're supposed to promote the peace, not completely destroy it!
Officer B: Do not resist arrest. If you do, we will shoot.
Alistair: (walks into line of fire) Really? Pick a fight with my new friend, here? That doesn't seem very fair.
Officer A: You're coming with us, as well. As my partner stated, you must not resist arrest or we will shoot. Do you understand the situation, now?
James: (whispers) Listen, I'm going to distract them. While I have them busy, you make a run for it. Ready?
Alistair: (quietly) I have a better idea. You run and I kick their asses.
James: (sighs) Fine, but don't kill them.
Alistair: Why would I? Their confused, not bad guys.
James: Fair enough.

James stepped away from Alistair, then started running. One of the officers began running as well and stopped right next to Alistair. The officer was about to open fire when Alistair bumped his elbow into the officer, causing him to fire his gun away from James. The bullet ricocheted and hit the support cable on one of the ceiling lamps, causing it to fall on two other officers and knocking them out.

Alistair: (normal tone) Yeah, I don't accept friendly fire in my general area. So, did you learn your lesson?
Officer A: You bastard! I told you to put your hands up!
Alistair: Well, that's a "no," if I've ever heard one.
Officer A: You are now charged with resisting arrest! Give up now, or we will shoot!
Alistair: Question: can you confused chumps handle a mercenary?
Officer A: As a matter of fact, yes. Give me one mercenary, and I will end his career! Go ahead, name me one!
Alistair: (dashes forward, ducking under the officer's guard) Me.

Catching the officer by surprise, Alistair landed an uppercut on him, causing him to be launched towards the other officers, down the stairs.

Alistair: Now did you learn your lesson?
Officer A: Kill him!
Alistair: Wow, you guys are disappointing. I'm out.

Alistair began casually walking away as the officers opened fire on him. He walked toward the train tracks and then stopped.

Alistair: So, what's the fastest way out of this situation? The train? (pauses) Roller blading.

Alistair jumped into the air and activated the roller blades imbedded in the soles of his shoes, then began roller blading on the train tracks. By doing this, he escaped the "confused" police officers trying to shoot him. He stopped after 4 minutes had passed and decided to stand on the edge of the tracks, then looked back at the station.

Alistair: Wow. I never expected that dudes in the five-oh would just make a statement like that in a public place. Honestly, corruption is freaking everywhere, these days.

As Alistair was thinking to himself, he heard the sound of an engine and turbine above him and looked up. A voice rang out from the VTOL.

Voice: You, down there! Put your hands in the air! We're with the Britannian military!
Alistair: (still smiling, shouting) So, the bad guys finally decided to show up, huh? I've been waiting, like, 30 minutes for you.
Pilot: You've been...waiting?
Alistair: Yeah. Apparently, you guys sent in some confused cops first. I'm guessing you wanted to have some meat shields die out before you fight me?
Pilot: Enough of your babbling! Just give yourself up, and you can defend yourself in court.
Alistair: Nah. (draws silver Desert Eagles and aims at VTOL) I'll defend myself here and now, thanks.

Upon his response, Alistair fired his Desert Eagle once at the VTOL. The VTOL began spinning out of control immediately after the shot.

In the VTOL, the co-pilot was struggling to keep the vehicle airborne, after being shot once, by a pistol.

Co-Pilot: Dammit, we're going down! He must have shot the engine! Pull up! Are you deaf!? I said-!

It was then that the co-pilot noticed that the reason the VTOL was falling was because the main pilot was dead. There was a bullet wound in the pilot's head, and the co-pilot figured everything out too late.

Co-Pilot: Lucky shot, you son of a bi-.

In the co-pilot's last moments, the VTOL crashed to the ground and exploded.

Once Alistair saw that he had won the fight with the first strike, he holstered his Desert Eagle back to the back holster under his jacket, where it was completely hidden.

Alistair: (sighs) Just weaksauce. They didn't even put up a fight. They just let me take the first shot, like dumbasses. I can guess more will show up in 3...2...1...

When Alistair's countdown concluded, multiple military grade vehicles appeared. Three aircrafts and four ground vehicles were moving towards Alistair's location.

Alistair: That's a little too much for my tastes. Time to go.

With a plan of escape in mind, Alistair activated his roller blades again, and began speeding along the tracks. Without looking behind him, Alistair could tell that the "military" was trying to open fire on him. Alistair's escape plan led him toward a train tunnel and he dashed right into the tunnel.

Meanwhile, in the streets of Tokyo, police officers were chasing James, most of which opened fire upon him.

Officer: Kill him! Our orders are to have him killed, at all costs!

James took a left turn towards a group of vehicles driving toward his direction. James rolled out of the way, and the vehicles stopped and blocked the road behind him. The traffic jam provided enough of an obstacle to keep James' pursuers off of him, for a time. James jogged to a resting point and leaned onto a wall while he tried to make sense of the situation.

James: (panting, thinking) Why are they chasing me? We're the police, for God's sake! Who would want me-? Ramsey! That son of a bitch! This must be because of the evidence I had against him. Bastard has it out for me, huh? I'll just get the evidence... No, I can't go back home and get it. They'll expect me to go there and set up an ambush. Shit! What the hell can I do? They'll keep chasing me until I'm dead! Dammit. Keep your cool, James. Just find a place to hide, keep your head low until this blows over. Which will probably be never.

Immediately, James heard a gunshot and the sound of a bullet hitting the wall next to him. James looked to his left and saw a police officer holding a gun, aimed straight at him.

Officer: I found him! Over here!
James: (out loud) Shit! Not good!

James began running again, resuming his attempt to escape the officers trying to kill him.

Meanwhile, at the police station in Tokyo, the police chief, a bearded man in his 50s, with beige hair, looked out at the city. It was then that there was knock at the door to his office.

Police Chief Gordon Kaplan: Come in.

The door opened, and a high-ranking officer entered the chief's office. A man with short, light brown hair and brown eyes, holding a case file, sat down on one of the sofas in the office and laid the file on the table.

Police Major Jackson Ramsey: I ordered the squad accompanying James Sampson to kill him and the suspect that they were supposed to "apprehend."
Chief Kaplan: Good. He's been interfering with our operations for too long. The evidence?
Ramsey: Don't know where to look.
Chief Kaplan: (turns around) What do you mean, Ramsey?
Ramsey: I mean, I checked his house, and there was nothing.
Chief Kaplan: You searched everywhere?
Ramsey: Yeah. If I'm here, then that means that I searched his whole damn apartment.
Chief Kaplan: You'd think the man would have a house, with the money he made.
Ramsey: Nosey bastard didn't know when to quit. So, now, we make him regret his decisions.

It was then that Ramsey's communication radio relayed a message.

Radio: Come in, Major Ramsey.
Ramsey: (answers radio) This is Ramsey. What's going on?
Radio: We lost sight of the suspect.
Ramsey: Sampson?
Radio: No, the other one. He escaped through a train tunnel leading into the Shinjuku Ghetto. Suggestion?
Ramsey: Him, huh? Don't worry about him. I've got someone there who'll take care of him. (ends call) Let's see if he's on duty. (changes frequency on radio)
Chief Kaplan: There's actually someone in Shinjuku?
Radio: What's going on, Ramsey?
Ramsey: We got a suspect heading into Shinjuku. We need you to detain him.
Radio: What does he look like?
Ramsey: Brown hair, blue eyes. Apparently, 5 foot 9.
Radio: Can do.
Ramsey: (turns off radio) That takes care of that.
Chief Kaplan: You think one person can take this suspect?
Ramsey: The guy's a professional soldier, and he's in a Knightmare. I'm pretty sure he can handle one kid.
Chief Kaplan: Kid?
Ramsey: Probably around 12, 13 years old. Nothing a soldier can't handle.
Chief Kaplan: I hope you're right, Ramsey. We can't leave any evidence.
Ramsey: Relax. We're doing this for the sake of Britannia. Erasing Elevens is what we do. Nothing wrong about this. What's the worst that could happen?
Chief Kaplan: Hmph. You better hope those words don't come back to haunt you.
Ramsey: Ha! "Hope," you say. We never hope for anything. Hope is dead.