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1:00 p.m., Tokyo cemetery. Lelouch, Suzaku and other members of the student council were attending the funeral of Shirley's late father, except for Alistair.

Lelouch: (thinking) Why? Why did it have to happen? It was...impossible to do that. Who would just allow those people to die? It can't be Hawking... It just can't...

2015 a.t.b., Salt Lake City, Utah. Hawking was wiping the blood off of his hand, after retrieving North's AI from inside his body.

Hawking: Yeah, that's one of the twins. (pockets microchip) Now, for number two...

Hawking felt a punch on his left cheek and saw that Bautista was attempting to kill him.

Hawking: ...Really?

Hawking threw an overhand right punch into Bautista's head, knocking the large android across the street. Hawking began walking towards South.

South: Bautista! Are you alright!?
Bautista: (delirious) My cranial structure has received serious damage. (head wound sparks) How are you?
Hawking: (stops walking) I'd concern yourself less about him, if I were you. He wasn't focusing on what was important, here. (whispering loudly) It's me!
South: You...! Give back Eta, you sociopathic asshole!
Hawking: (normal tone) Now, now. You, of all people, should know that being hurtful to me is only a compliment.
South: You're a monster!
Hawking: Understatement.
South: Do you honestly think that I'd let you do what you did to my brother to me?
Hawking: Girly, your compliance is not a factor. Compliance isn't a factor in anything, really. All that matters is that I get what I want, and maintain being evil. I mean, seriously, have you seen how evil I am? Where was all this, in the past? The only exception was 9/11. I get turned on by that kind of shit.
South: Alright... (puts hand over chest) I'll just have to do this.
Hawking: ...What, give yourself a boob exam?
South: No. Explode my bomb.
Hawking: (confused) In your boob?
South: No, in my chest-!
Hawking: (normal tone, smiling) A booby-bomb!
South: I'm serious!
Hawking: I know. I'm just being funny. So, that bomb is supposed to get rid of the AI, too?
South: Exactly. Unless you kill yourself, I'll settle for taking a limb from you!
Hawking: Explosion's that powerful, huh? Alright, I'll just use some facts about you to trigger something. (pauses, stops smiling) Uh...
South: I'm waiting.
Hawking: There was... Shit... Uh... Uh...
South: You know absolutely nothing about us, do you?
Hawking: Okay, to be fair, I just met you, today!
South: This isn't a game!
Hawking: (chuckles, smiling) That's where you're wrong, cyber-tits. It is, in fact, a game. All you have to do is kill yourself and Iota, before I catch you, and hand both AIs over to Mercer. (cracks knuckles) It's like tag...for keeps. And now, with both your goody-goody brother and friends out of the way... We can play the night away.

Hawking began approaching South, again, and South began grasping at her chest. Immediately, Hawking heard the honking of a semi truck, and was immediately launched into a building by the vehicle. Exiting the vehicle was a man in a military uniform, his name patch reading "Nichols".

Hawking: (groans, gets up) What hit me?
Ensign Nichols: Hey, Hawking!
Hawking: Huh? Oh, my God! It's Ensign Nichols! What, was Tex busy!?
Ensign Nichols: (growls, presses button on trailer)
Hawking: You seriously think you can take me on!? With your condition!? You're no cyborg! You're no super soldier! And, you're certainly not Mercer! You're just human.
Ensign Nichols: Yeah? Well, you know what?

When Ensign Nichols pushed the button on the trailer, the trailer began opening outward, revealing an armory of mounted turrets, and heavy weaponry.

Ensign Nichols: Screw skill... Screw power... Screw cyborgs... Screw super soldiers...! (picks up flamethrower, utterly enraged) AND SCREW YOU!

Ensign Nichols fired the flamethrower he was holding and the fire began to spiral as it approached Hawking.

Hawking: Aww, that's just adora- (fire impacts, launches back into building) Shit!

As Hawking was launched back into the building he was in, Ensign Nichols stopped firing the flamethrower and directed his attention to South.

Ensign Nichols: You! Blow yourself up, or leave! I don't care which!
South: Alright. Just, don't die, okay?
Hawking: (charges out of shadows) You upstart, Ensign bitch!
Ensign Nichols: (battle cry, shoots flamethrower)
Hawking: (launched back into building) Dammit!
South: Bautista, we have to get outta here!
Bautista: Where is North? Where is Florida?
South: I think Florida's gone. I don't know about North, though. We don't have the time to look.
Bautista: That is sad. I am sad.
South: We both are.

As Ensign Nichols' onslaught continued, he activated the automatic turrets, and the turrets started firing bullets, grenades, missiles and rockets at Hawking, while Nichols used the last shot from the flamethrower, threw it aside, and began dual wielding two light machine guns.

Hawking: Stop it! (grenade explodes) Stop it! (missiles and rockets connect and explode) ANGRY!
Ensign Nichols: (enraged battle cry)

Meanwhile, at the nearby military base, General Chase and Ocelot were hearing repeated explosions and guns firing.

Ocelot: What the hell?
General Chase: You hear that?
Ensign Nichols: (from afar, battle cry)
Hawking: (from afar) Piss!
Ocelot: Hawking?!
General Chase: Is that...Ensign Nichols?!
Ocelot: Whoever that is, they're nettled.
General Chase: If that's Nichols, then he's going to die.
Ocelot: What do you mean?

Back in Salt Lake City, Ensign Nichols was attempting get rid of Hawking, once and for all, when his turrets fired every last round that they had. When the turrets stopped firing, and when Nichols' machine guns clicked empty, smoke was emerging from the building that Hawking was in. Nichols threw the machine guns away and picked up a rocket launcher, aiming it at the building.

Hawking: (panting) Are ya done!? 'Cause, I'm coming out, and I swear to God...! If you do that again...! (exits building) I will be so freaking nettled...!

Ensign Nichols fired the rocket launcher, and the rocket connected with Hawking's stomach, launching him off of his feet, again.

Hawking: Dammit! (rocket explodes)

Back at the military base, General Chase finished explaining Ensign Nichols' heart condition.

Ocelot: You mean to tell me that you let that guy join the military?!
General Chase: We had no choice! We couldn't overpower him! He kept kicking ass, despite dying!
Ocelot: Well, one of your toughest soldiers is gonna die! Alistair, can you-?

Ocelot looked behind him and immediately noticed that Alistair and his car were gone.

Ocelot: Where did Alistair go?
General Chase: He left as soon as he figured out that his friends were in trouble.
Ocelot: God damn, he's unnoticeable.

Back at Salt Lake City, Ensign Nichols was immediately tired from the onslaught that he brought upon Hawking.

Ensign Nichols: (thinking) Huh. Not dead, yet. That's actually impressive- (starts collapsing) Yep, there we go.

Ensign Nichols collapsed to the ground, off of the trailer. Hawking walked out of the building, his suit showing no damage on it, but Hawking was dirty.

Hawking: You know, if you want my personal opinion, trying to kill me with bullets and grenades and rockets and missiles and an armor piercing flamethrower, while I was hopped up on Mephisto...really wasn't the best plan you could come up with. But, to be fair...(draws plasma Glock, aims it at prone Nichols) It's far from the worst decision you've made, today.
Ensign Nichols: (strained) You seem kinda frustrated, Hawking. You know how to fix that?
Hawking: How?
Ensign Nichols: What you do...is go to the local pharmacy... Ask for something called Viagra... And it'll help you go screw yourself!
Hawking: Ooh! Defiant to the end! I like it!

Before Hawking could fire the energy weapon and finish off Nichols, he could hear another car approaching him. He looked and saw Alistair's car approaching him, then the car rammed into him, launching him into the air. In that split second of being in the air, Hawking saw the 60mm cannon aimed right at him, then the cannon shot Hawking, launching him into another building. Alistair exited the vehicle and tended to Ensign Nichols.

Ensign Nichols: Alistair...?
Alistair (Age 14): Don't talk. (puts Nichols in car)
Hawking: So, you're the famous mercenary benefactor, huh? We finally meet, Alistair Wake!
Alistair: Samuel Hawking. I'm not in the mood for trying to kill you, yet. That comes later.
Hawking: Where's the fun in that? Why not have the showdown, now?
Alistair: Because, I'm picking up my friends. (picks up North)
Florida: (strained) Little...help?
Alistair: Give me a sec. (puts North in car)
Hawking: I blew a hole in him! How durable is he!? How durable am I? No, that's a stupid question.
Alistair: (picks up Florida and Hawking's plasma Glock) That should do it. (carries Florida to car and puts him in it) Oh, by the way, Hawking? You're gonna die.

Immediately, Alistair's car fired 20 missiles at Hawking, all of them colliding with the malefactor's body. Smoke engulfed the area around Hawking and he could barely see.

Hawking: Okay, kid! I am sick and tired of all these explosions on me! Let's settle this!

When the smoke cleared, Alistair and his vehicle were gone, and Hawking didn't hear a thing.

Hawking: (flabbergasted) What-? How-? Why-? I have so many questions!

2017 a.t.b., Tokyo cemetery. After Shirley's father was buried, Shirley approached her fellow student council members.

Kallen: Shirley, I'm sorry that this happened.
Shirley: You don't have to apologize, Kallen.
Rivalz: I'm sorry, too! When we were watching the hotel jacking on the news, I thought the Black Knights were heroes! The Tokyo Mavericks, too! I was posting online how I thought that what happened at Narita was cool and...! Please, forgive me.
Shirley: It's alright! That doesn't have anything to do with this.
Milly: Shirley, I'm worried about you. Have you cried yet? You can't just hold it in, it'll be harder for you, later on.
Shirley: I did. Kinda let it all out, really.
Suzaku: This is just wrong. Zero, the Black Knights... Their methods are just cowardly! Anything gained through this kind of tactics is just meaningless!
Shirley: Hey, where's Alistair?
Milly: I didn't want to tell him. He doesn't mourn. Ever.
Rivalz: Huh? Doesn't mourn?
Milly: "Mourning isn't the hard part. It's letting go." Those are his words, exactly.
Shirley: (thinking) Letting go...
Milly: Anyway, I think it's time to head back. Shirley, we'll be waiting for you.

Every student council member, except for Lelouch, left the cemetery.

Shirley: Hey, Lulu? I'm sorry.
Lelouch: Huh?
Shirley: About yesterday... It wasn't fair of me to kiss you, like that. I shouldn't have done that. It's just so stupid. I just kissed you, out of the blue, and I can't be happy about it.

Shirley began running off, leaving Lelouch alone.

Lelouch: I've...never felt that kindness. Neither has Alistair...

Meanwhile, at Ashford Academy, Alistair was looking out at the rainy sky, without his jacket and hat, when C.C. entered the room.

C.C.: Oh, you're here?
Alistair: Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?
C.C.: Well, Lelouch and the other council members left for a funeral.
Alistair: Who's funeral?
C.C.: The father of your friend, Shirley.
Alistair: (walks to desk, opens folder) Fenette, Fenette... Joseph Fenette. He's on the list.
C.C.: Why do you have your friend's father on a list?
Alistair: Because...(closes folder) I had all of the dead bodies at Narita cremated.
C.C.: You what?! How could you do that?! Why?!
Alistair: That's a stupid question, C.C.
C.C.: No, you're stupid! You have no respect for the dead!
Alistair: I believe the pronunciation you're looking for is "Civility". So, your sentence should be: "Civility has no respect for the dead."
C.C.: What the hell are you talking about?
Alistair: Those cyborgs that Civility had litter their ranks? Dead bodies. Civility is still out there, and I'm not gonna let them rob graves for the sick pleasure of causing psychological damage on Shirley.
C.C.: Oh. Oh. Oh... That makes sense.
Alistair: Besides... (looks out window) I don't mourn.
C.C.: Why not?
Alistair: Mourning isn't the hard part. It's letting go.
C.C.: Still...
Alistair: C.C., I've lived Top Gun, Mad Max, The Terminator, and a bunch of other action series. I know full well not to let up.
C.C.: Still, Lelouch has to be devastated.
Alistair: You've gotta be freakin' kidding me.
C.C.: What?
Alistair: It's that same damn car, again. They've been showing up here, ever since Narita. Big mistake, punk. You've got your license plate in my view. (pulls out cell phone, dials number)
James: (over phone) What's going on?
Alistair: I've got a suspicious vehicle that's been surveying Ashford Academy, ever since the battle at Narita. I'm sending you the license plate number.
James: I'll try and get an ID.
Alistair: Good. (closes phone, sees car leaving) Oh, you wanna leave, now? Is that it?
C.C.: Calm down.
Alistair: Like hell. My school is being stalked. What if it's the Primebloods?
C.C.: Damn. I know you don't take chances...
Alistair: Unless my life's on the line, only then. (phone rings, answers phone) Hello?
James: (over phone) The car in question belongs to one Villetta Nu. Says here that she was part of the Purebloods faction.
Alistair: Thanks, James. (closes phone, opens laptop) Purebloods... Isn't that Jeremiah and Kewell's little posse?
C.C.: I'm also sorry about Jeremiah.
Alistair: He's a tougher bastard than you think. Bingo! So, that's what you look like, huh? Well, Villetta, we've met, in Saitama... Let's meet in person.