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6:30 p.m., Shinjuku. The sun had begun to set. Alistair has had no fortune in finding out anything about the area of Japan that he was currently in. He found a hill with dead grass and decided to get on top of it and see if there is an exit to the area.

Alistair: Man. I don't know which part of Tokyo this is, I can't find an exit, hell, I can't find anybody that's friendly out here. Well, except that Jeremiah Gottwald guy. Dammit. Should have asked him.

Upon surveying the area below while on top of the hill, he noticed something new that he did not see anywhere else. An area with multiple mounds on the dirt ground, with makeshift gravestones made out of remnant supplies. It was a cemetery that was recently made.

Alistair: Huh? Did people die here? What happened? And why isn't there a proper cemetery?

It was then that Alistair noticed that someone was past the cemetery, near a ruined statue. Around seven people, by Alistair's count, and some of them seemed to be arguing about something. He then noticed that one of the people got flipped to the ground after trying to throw a punch. After getting up, that person and two others began to leave. It was then that more people showed up, with baseball bats and 2X4s.

Alistair: Oh, hell. Is that what I think it is? 'Cause if that's a gang, then there's bound to be trouble. I better get down there, ASAP.

With that said, Alistair activated the rollerblades in his shoes and began speeding down the hill.

Because Tamaki had been distracted by being angry at Suzaku, he did not notice the 15 people walking toward him. He knew they were a gang who despised the Japanese.

Gang Member: Well, well. Look what we have here, guys. A bunch of lowly Elevens. (looks at Suzaku) And the guy who was framed for the murder of Clovis. Kururugi, I believe it was? Quite a bonus, if I do say so, myself.
Shinichiro Tamaki: The hell do you want?

At the sound of Tamaki talking, the gang member struck Tamaki on the head with the baseball bat that he was wielding, knocking Tamaki to the ground.

Gang Member: Now, that was rude. You were supposed to get on the ground, like you are now, and worship me for my superiority. Instead, you tried to defend yourself. That isn't allowed anymore, you know.
Tamaki: (grunts with pain) Screw you.
Gang Member: (stomps Tamaki) Fine, then. I guess you want to die. Allow me to oblige. (readies baseball bat)
Suzaku Kururugi: Stop! There's no need for violence!
Gang Member: Don't worry, "honorary" scum, you're next.

The gang member was about to strike Tamaki to death with his baseball bat, but something immediately caught his eye.

Gang Member: What the hell is that?

As Alistair dashed towards the gang with his rollerblades, he reached terrain that could serve as a ramp and used it to jump into the air. He began flipping over the gang, then stopped, preparing to drop down on top of them. He found a gang member with his foot on top of another person's head and decided to take him out first.

Alistair: Rider Kick!

After Alistair yelled out his attack, he dropped quickly down from the sky and kicked the gang member in the chest, knocking him to the ground. Alistair was currently on top of an unconscious gang member and looked at the rest.

Alistair: (with a determined smile) So, anyone else want a piece?

The gang members began charging at Alistair and Alistair beat them down, one by one. One by using an uppercut, one after Alistair used a left skyward elbow to break a 2X4, he even leg swept an entire group around him and gave one of the downed gang members a spinning elbow drop. With the last one, Alistair gave a roundhouse kick, knocking that member to the ground. Alistair looked at his defeated opponents, triumphantly.

Alistair: (still smiling) Let this be a lesson to you. Don't mess with the innocents, or else you'll regret it for the rest of your dumbass lives. For now, run. But remember my words, or I'll kick your asses again.

With those words said, the gang members that were still conscious took their unconscious comrades and fled from Alistair. Once the gang members left, Alistair looked at the Japanese man they were about to harm.

Alistair: (extends hand) You alright, man?
Tamaki: Why do you care? You're Britannian scum, like them.
Alistair: I'm American, dude. Those guys, when they hit you, picked a fight with me. And when you pick a fight with a good guy mercenary, then you can kiss your ass goodbye.
Tamaki: Oh. My bad. (takes hand and gets up)
Alistair: Plus, you're Japanese. Apparently, you guys are getting a lot of crap from these racist asshats.
Tamaki: Wow, you curse a lot.
Alistair: Damn right. Sometimes you gotta prove a point to specific chumps, like those bad guys I just drove off.
Tamaki: Huh. You're a pretty cool guy. What's your name?
Alistair: Alistair Wake, my man. And you?
Tamaki: Shinichiro Tamaki.
Alistair: (looks to the sky) A man who suffers, but will prevail over chaos in his own, unique way; Shinichiro Tamaki.
Tamaki: Whoa. Did you just make my name sound badass?
Alistair: (looks back to Tamaki) As a matter of fact, I did. Do you like sounding badass, Tamaki?
Tamaki: You know what? You made my day, Alistair. Is there something you need?
Alistair: (stops smiling) Just info. Where in the blue hell is this? I got lost after I ditched some confused cops.
Tamaki: You mean you don't know where you are? You're in Shinjuku.
Alistair: Wait, Shinjuku? (looks around) This does not look like Shinjuku.
Tamaki: Well, it is. It kinda got wrecked when Britannia showed up.
Alistair: Well, now I know who's asses I'm going to kick further.
Tamaki: Crap, I'd better get going. My friends are probably scared that I got into trouble with those guys. They probably think I'm dead.
Alistair: (smiling) Well, go. Prove 'em wrong. Prove to them that you encountered an awesome friend.
Tamaki: I'll do you one better. I'll tell them I made a friend who's an absolute badass.
Alistair: Hell yeah! Go for it, Tamaki!

As Tamaki left, Alistair gave his surroundings another thorough search. He noticed that two of the other four people that he saw before were still there. One green eyed young man with brown, curly hair, short like Alistair's but a tad longer, and one girl with pink hair and blue eyes. Alistair approached the young man with curly hair and realized that he was Japanese.

Alistair: So, I couldn't help but notice that you were trying to defuse the situation before I showed up.
Suzaku: I had to do something. I couldn't let someone just die in front of me.
Alistair: Well, you were doing good. (stops smiling) But those kinds of guys really don't give a damn about good guys who don't tend to kick ass.
Girl: Why resort to violence at all? You agree that words can defuse a situation like that.
Alistair: True, but you got to have the skills to back them up.
Girl: What?
Alistair: Listen...(looks at the girl carefully, noting her charm)...fairy tale girl, having a good nature isn't always about dealing with this kind of crap with just words. When push comes to shove and words alone aren't working, you have to wreck somebody to prove your point.
Suzaku: So, you would just kill someone without a second thought?
Alistair: I don't necessarily know who those guys were, so I didn't kill them. It's all about if they deserve it or not. Have they killed people? Are they destroying the very fabric of decency and society? Are they anarchic terrorists? Time will tell, bud. Time will tell.
Suzaku: That's...a fair point.
Girl: Suzaku, you can't possibly agree with him, can you?
Suzaku: Euphie, this guy just took down 15 gang members, on his own. He didn't even choose to kill them. That means something to me.
Alistair: (to Euphie) So, your name is Euphie. Intriguing name for a girl who walked straight out of a fairy tale.
Euphie: So, that's what you meant by "fairy tale girl." (realizes he is talking about her charm) Oh! (smiles) Why, thank you. That's very nice of you to say.
Alistair: Every person's charm has their perks. (to Suzaku) What was your name, again?
Suzaku: I'm Suzaku Kururugi.
Alistair: Kururugi Suzaku, huh?
Suzaku: Yeah. You said my name with a Japanese accent. Why is that?
Alistair: I'm in Japan. Duh. You're a mysterious one, though.
Suzaku: Huh?
Alistair: You're no wild card, like me, but you're mysterious.
Suzaku: The same goes for you. You're a Britannian who respects Elevens.
Alistair: Don't kid yourself.
Suzaku: What?
Alistair: You said some out-of-the-blue slang word that disrespects the Japanese. Hell, you're Japanese, yourself, and you said that. Also, you got my nationality wrong.
Euphie: You're not Britannian?
Alistair: Nope. There are other nationalities, so you have all the time in the world to take some guesses.

Before the conversation could go any further, an explosion could be heard nearby. The ground rumbled as the explosion happened.

Alistair: What the hell was that?!
Suzaku: I don't know, but it came from that abandoned coliseum.
Alistair: Where did that come from!? I sure as hell didn't see it!

As soon as Alistair said this, a large military vehicle drove up towards the three and stopped. The door opened and a woman with dark purple hair spoke to Suzaku.

Suzaku: Ms. Cecile!
Alistair: (paying attention to the vehicle) What the hell is that thing?

It was then that a man with lavender hair began speaking to Suzaku.

Man: You might want to get in, Suzaku.
Suzaku: What's going on?
Man: Well, apparently, the Purebloods are fighting it out. Why? Probably something absolutely ridiculous. We should probably get out of here. It's a shame about your acquittal, because you get to work for me again.
Alistair: (still looking at vehicle) It's like a truck screwed a van, then this abomination was born.
Suzaku: Lloyd, wait! Isn't this a good opportunity to get battle data for the Lancelot?
Lloyd Asplund: Fair point, Suzaku. Get in the back.
Suzaku: I'm sorry, Euphie. This is where we say goodbye. I hope to meet you again, soon. (walks towards the back of the vehicle)
Alistair: (notices Suzaku getting in the back of the vehicle) Wait, Suzaku! Don't get in the back! It's a trap-!

But Alistair spoke too late, as the vehicle began speeding towards the coliseum, with Suzaku in the back of it.

Alistair: Dammit! I was too late. I was so focused on that abominable vehicle that I couldn't stop him.
Euphie: What's got you so worked up?
Alistair: (takes a deep breath) Listen, Euphie, if that abomination of a vehicle's purpose is what I think it is, then I am sorry for your loss.
Euphie: What does that mean?
Alistair: Let's just say that your intimation...might have a chance of going down the drain before it could even reach Suzaku. You know, mental damage and everything. Especially considering that the vehicle is a cross between a truck and a van. Let the van part settle in your mind for a bit. If you'll excuse me, I need to get going so I can wash that thing from my memory. (turns around) Later.
Euphie: Wait! I need to know something. If you were at war, who would you side with?
Alistair: Myself.
Euphie: You wouldn't side with Britannia? You wouldn't side with the most victorious side of a war?
Alistair: War? Nowadays, war isn't even war anymore. War is nothing more than a street brawl with military weaponry. If these racist chumps think they can take over the world, they've got another thing coming. There's a saying that somewhat matches this situation: "The House always wins." If that's the case, then good guys should enter the scene and beat "the House." In other words, once the good guys win, chaos and anarchy should die out around here. Then, the word around the street will be "The House has gone bust." I don't accept war. I kill it. You might wanna make sure Suzaku's alright. If his mind has been absolutely broken, you're the only one who can help him.

Alistair walked off to find a way back into Tokyo from Shinjuku. After he found the exit, he came across an area with warehouses in Tokyo. In front of one of the warehouses, there was a police officer carrying a duffle bag. Alistair approached the officer.

Officer: Alistair Wake?
Alistair: That would be me.
Officer: (hands Alistair duffle bag) Your luggage.
Alistair: Oh. Cool. Everything I ordered is in here?
Officer: Yep. You're going to be needing that if you're taking on something the size of Britannia. By the way, your "original" luggage was sent to a military examination facility.
Alistair: All bad guys?
Officer: All bad guys, no innocents. Consider yourself lucky that I'm not like the cops, here. Why would you let them take that luggage, though?
Alistair: Once they begin searching, they will find the armed explosives too late. They'll be dead...

Before Alistair finished his sentence, a large explosion could be heard from around 20 miles away.

Alistair: ...Right now. Probably leveled most of the building they were in, too.
Officer: There's going to be a report about that. Should I ignore it?
Alistair: You can go, you're just not gonna find anything.
Officer: Good point. This warehouse should be to your liking, sir. Excellent housing, hard to find on radar and can house an army of Knightmares.
Alistair: Right on. Back to business, buddy. They might suspect something if you're not on duty.
Officer: Right. Good luck with taking down Britannia, however you're going to do it.

As soon as the officer walked off, Alistair entered the warehouse. The inside was much larger than Alistair anticipated. Alistair went upstairs into the office which would also serve as living quarters for Alistair. Inside the office was a desk, a bed, a fridge with a kitchen setup and a closet to hold his clothes. Alistair put the duffle bag on the bed and opened it.

Alistair: Let's see here. (begins searching the contents of the duffle bag) Clothes, check. Laptop computer, check. Firewall decoder, check. Ooh, more clips for my Desert Eagle. Mass-produced, just for me. How sweet of them. Right, better put this somewhere where I can't forget to pick it up.

Alistair zipped the duffle bag closed and laid it on the floor.

Alistair: (yawns) God, I'm tired. Time to hit the hay.

Alistair turned off the lights in both the warehouse and the office and fell asleep in the bed.

Back at Shinjuku, James was following his newfound Japanese friends to their home. They were approaching a warehouse that seemed nearly desolate.

James: This is the place?
Ichika Date: What, you thought we had someplace fancy?
James: No, I expected you to have better living conditions than this. You know, your own house?
Taiga Sunohara: You have some high expectations, James. No, our lives are absolute crap.
James: God help us all.
Ichika: We're going in through the side door.

James, Ichika and Taiga approached the side door of the warehouse, but were stopped by a man guarding the door.

Guard: Where the hell have you two been?
Taiga: We've been out and about. No big deal.
Guard: Eriko's been worried sick about you two.
James: I can assure you, these two did not get into any trouble.
Guard: A Britannian? What the hell's he doing here?
Ichika: He's our new friend.
Guard: Bull. Shit.
Ichika: He's a cop, but he got fired. Today.
Guard: Really? What exactly did you do, cop?
James: Help somebody. Also, I'm pretty sure that a corrupt cop on the force has it out for me because of some evidence that I have against him and the current chief of police.
Guard: (surprised) Oh. Alright. Go on in.
Taiga: Thanks, buddy.
Ichika: Dammit! I can't believe I forgot about Eriko.
James: Eriko?
Taiga: You're about to meet her.

James, Taiga and Ichika entered the warehouse through the side door. James was caught by surprise when he saw that the warehouse was the residence of over 40 people. James followed his friends through the crowd of people until a woman shouted at Ichika and Taiga.

Woman: There you are! Taiga! Ichika!
Ichika: So close.
James: She's Eriko?
Taiga: Yep.

The woman, Eriko Amane, approached the three with an expression of anger and worry on her face.

Eriko Amane: Where have you two been!? I've been worried sick about you, dammit!
Taiga: Eriko, calm down. We're okay.
Eriko: You should have come home earlier, you assholes!
James: It's not their fault, Eriko.
Eriko: Who the hell are you?
Ichika: This is Police Major James Sampson. Our newest friend.
Eriko: Friends? With a Britannian? Who's a cop, no less?
Ichika: Apparently, there's another cop who's got it out for him. James has evidence pinning the guy to some illegal activity involving other cops, the chief of police and a bunch of criminals.
Eriko: And you believe that? He can just shoot us all!
James: Eriko, if I was going to shoot somebody, I would have shot the people chasing me. But, guess what? (draws revolver and opens cylinder) I forgot to reload, this morning. (holsters revolver)
Eriko: (pauses) Okay, your story checks out. But, why are you here?
Taiga: He has to lay low, since he doesn't have a house, anymore. He's gotta stay with us.
Eriko: Well... At least I know that there are good Britannians. What the hell. Why not?
James: I assure you, I will cause you no trouble. If someone else is causing trouble, I will be forced to kick their asses.
Eriko: Good to have you aboard, James.

Meanwhile, at the Britannian government building, Cornelia Li Britannia, second princess of the Britannian Empire, arrived and was talking with her younger sister, Euphemia Li Britannia, whom Alistair knew as Euphy.

Cornelia li Britannia: I heard about what you did, Euphemia. You really shouldn't put yourself in danger, like that.
Euphemia li Britannia: I'm sorry, sister.
Cornelia: From here on, you shall refer to me as Viceroy, Sub-Viceroy Euphemia. Since we're sisters, we have to follow a strict protocol.
Euphemia: As you wish.
Cornelia: (whispering) When we're off duty, then we can drop the act.
Euphemia: (sighs with relief, whispering) Thank God.
Cornelia: (out loud, to commanding officer) I will expect your report, later.
Commander: Yes, Viceroy.
Cornelia: Me and my sister have some catching up to do. Return to your duties. Dismissed.
Soldiers: Yes, my lord!

After the soldiers responded, they immediately dispersed, leaving Cornelia and Euphemia alone.

Cornelia: God, that tone always bugs me.
Euphemia: Agreed.
Cornelia: So, I forgot where my room was.
Euphemia: I'll help you.
Cornelia: (cheerfully, hugs Euphemia) Thanks, sis!
Euphemia: (strained) You're crushing me. Please, stop.
Cornelia: I can't. You're so adorable, dammit. (stops hugging Euphemia, normal tone) Okay. Okay. Whew! So cute.
Euphemia: Like I walked straight out of a fairy tale?
Cornelia: Absolutely. Where'd you hear that from?
Euphemia: A new friend of mine. He looked really good, too.
Cornelia: Good-looking? That's something you rarely admit to.
Euphemia: He basically called me extremely adorable. I'm surprised that he didn't hug me. Might have been less crushing, like yours was.
Cornelia: Maybe he thought you were taken.
Euphemia: (sarcastically) Sure. Me, with a boyfriend. That'll happen.
Cornelia: Come on! It's your choice whether to love a guy, or not.
Euphemia: Mm-hmm.
Cornelia: You think I'm bullshitting, don't you?
Euphemia: (normal tone) Your life revolves around that.
Cornelia: Sometimes, it's necessary.
Euphemia: Yeah, when you're lying in some bad guy's face.
Cornelia: Oh, yeah. I also heard that you were accompanying an honorary Britannian.
Euphemia: In a way you can understand, he wrecked ass.
Cornelia: I can imagine. Not a scratch on his Knightmare, or you, for that matter.
Euphemia: I have never seen an energy shield, before.
Cornelia: Energy shield?! Excuse me?! We made technological advances, and I wasn't informed!? What next, a Phased Plasma Rifle!?
Euphemia: A what?
Cornelia: Have you not seen any of the Terminator movies!?
Euphemia: I've never heard of them.
Cornelia: God, how could I not teach you about culture? Action movies are my specialty!
Euphemia: Do you actually make a habit of watching action movies and old TV shows?
Cornelia: Burt Reynolds is the man. He does his own stunts.
Euphemia: Who is Burt Reynolds, and where's he from?
Cornelia: Don't tell me that you forgot, already?
Euphemia: Forgot what?
Cornelia: 10 years ago? The result of that unnecessary massacre?
Euphemia: (sighs) I did forget. It's been too long since we've been there. When can we go back?
Cornelia: Not even I know. It's deadly as hell, over there.
Euphemia: How do you think he's doing?
Cornelia: Well. I hope. (thinking) Damn you, Civility. Cyborg assholes. You'll get yours, mark my words. I'll kill you, myself, Hawking!

Meanwhile, at the police station, police chief Kaplan and Ramsey were conversing about their plan to be rid of James.

Chief Kaplan: (looks at window) Nighttime already, huh?
Ramsey: Where the hell's that report? Screw it. (turns on radio) Hey, Joseph. Where are you?
Radio: (static)
Ramsey: Joseph! Where the hell are you!? Come in!
Radio: (static)
Ramsey: Did you get the kid, or not, you son of a bitch!?
Radio: (static)
Chief Kaplan: Now, that's just peculiar.
Ramsey: (growls) God dammit. Can someone check on Joseph, in Shinjuku?
Radio: Copy that, Major Ramsey.
Chief Kaplan: This doesn't sound good. Something's not right, here.
Ramsey: Joseph's a prick. He does this sort of thing on a daily basis.
Radio: (static) Uh, Major Ramsey?
Ramsey: (talking into radio) What's going on?
Radio: Sir, all we could find was the charred remains of a Sutherland, and a soldier's ID. It's Joseph's ID.
Ramsey: Oh, he's dead. (pauses) Wait! What!? Why is he dead!?
Radio: We found some grenade pins on the train tracks, as well. We believe they were from a grenade belt from a train carrying military weaponry.
Ramsey: And James!? What about him!?
Radio: We lost him. What do we do, now, sir?
Ramsey: You ass-clowns! You're useless! Don't bother coming back here! You're fired! (turns off radio, throws radio to the floor, repeatedly slams fist on table) God dammit! God dammit! Shit, shit, shit!
Chief Kaplan: On a scale of 1 to 10, how badly did you screw up?
Ramsey: Shut the hell up! So close! God dammit! We can't fail. We can't fail, now.
Chief Kaplan: Get home. You need your rest.
Ramsey: (gets up) Yeah. We'll kill them. We'll kill them all. (opens door) Good night, chief.
Chief Kaplan: Good night. (thinking) How do you get outsmarted by a teenager? It doesn't make sense.

Once morning came, the alarm clock function of Alistair's cell phone kicked in at around 6:00. He always woke up this early to have his breakfast and have the energy to get through the day. As soon as he was done with his breakfast, Alistair began to think about the one reason why he came to Japan.

Alistair: Right. Time for me to get to school. Ashford Academy, I believe it was? I believe that my uniform that I custom ordered is in the closet.

Alistair opened the closet and found his Ashford Academy uniform that was custom ordered for his convenience.

Alistair: Yes. That is glorious. (begins changing into uniform) One excellent pair of formal pants, one tactical sleeveless shirt, one awesome coat-length jacket, my leather gloves, and this cool-looking hat. (looks into full length mirror) I look awesome, now. Well, better get going. I don't wanna be late on my first day of high school. At least it'll be better than Ranger School.

Alistair exited the warehouse, locked the door and began his walk towards his new school life at Ashford Academy.