A/N: Before we begin yet again, I wanted to say that I was sorry that the fight between Venom and Riot was so short. I was hoping to make it a bit longer, albeit just as entertaining as it was in the movie, but I ended up coming up short in the end. But at least many of you got the thrill you needed for the time being.

And don't worry, there will be several more symbiote on symbiote throwdowns to come, be certain of that. Now lets get this update rolling.

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The insistent ringing of his cell going off roused Sean from his sleep, doing his best to ignore the noise when his other grumbled from within his mind.

"Turn it off, or we smash it...again."

Sean rolled over a bit, leaned out and picked up the device, finding the caller ID reading 'Dutch'.

"Yeah?" he asked, answering the call.

'We got a job, a big one for the Chinese Triad. I need you and Revy at the office ASAP.' the man answered.

The host rubbed his eyes and yawned, "Got it. Be there in a few minutes." he ended the call and tossed the phone on the nightstand just as a thin, pale arm reached over and wrapped around his chest.

Rolling over, Sean was greeted with the sight of a naked Fredrica. Her grey eyes searching his curiously.

Two months had passed since the night at the shipping yard and the death of Riot. Since then Sean had been on high alert, he and his other had been going on nightly patrols through Roanapur to keep an eye out for more symbiotes that may have slipped among the populace.

Aside from that, life in the city of the dead continued as usual. The Lagoon Company handling a large number of jobs that fit their skillset and getting paid for their services. But the host had branched out and gotten a bit more of a social life outside of work.

Ever since meeting Fredrica Sawyer, they had formed a bit of a bond. She was a highly sought out cleaner for the Chinese Triad who also did freelance bounty hunting on the side, her weapon of choice being a chainsaw which was equally fear-inducing and deadly.

The two of them had been 'together' mostly on a casual basis, most relationships in Roanapur never going past one night stands. Sean and Fredrica would meet every once in a while for drinks or, like the previous night, a roll in the sheets.

Neither of them put a label on things, they decided just to have fun with it.

"It was Dutch, said he had a job lined up." he answered the unasked question. Fredrica nodded in understanding, sending a small smile at the host as he wrapped his large arms around her small, yet surprisingly tone, form and brought it into his larger one. "Though, we wouldn't mind staying a bit longer." he added with a grin.

The cleaner laughed silently, sitting up so she could straddle Sean and completely reveal her herself to his gaze. Allowing him to drink in her alabaster skin and the small dips and curves of the muscles she had acquired in her line of work in addition to her b-cup breasts.

Fredrica shook her head at him with a sad smile, patting his bare chest and pointing at his phone before motioning to herself and then the closet in the corner of her comfortable one bedroom apartment.

Sean sighed dramatically, "All work and no play for both of us, it would seem." he said, the cleaner smiled before laying over him and both sharing a kiss.

X

Leaving Fredrica's apartment, Sean took to the rooftops and made his way to the complex he shared with Revy. Knowing Dutch would be pissed if he didn't get there and then to the office fast.

"So, how was your night?" his other questioned lecherously.

"As if you didn't already know." the host replied as he cleared another large gap to another rooftop. "Your tendrils came out more than once during our fun. Thankfully 'Ricka didn't notice."

"We find the small one's dark and sadistic nature enticing." the symbiote replied with a bit of a purr in its tone. "And she is a very wild, passionet bed mate as well. Certainly another good addition to our brood."

Sean stopped on the building he was running across, "Wait...what?" he asked, wondering what his other was thinking.

"The small one, joining our brood. Much like Revy has." the symbiote clarified.

"How many times do we have to say it. Revy has no interest. She'd sooner blow our brains out than accept any invitation to anything. And what 'Ricka and we have is just good fun."

His other chuckled, "We wouldn't be too sure. The small one's pheromones have been changing as of late the longer we have been with her. And Revy shows more aggravation the more we are scarce, she certainly doesn't feel willing to share us."

Sean's posture became tense before he shook his head, "You're reading to much into things."

"How easily you forget our more enhanced senses. That, and you have a knack for drawing in strong females. We wouldn't be surprised if they all..."

"Enough." the host said, rubbing his eyes. "We'll talk about this later, we got someplace we gotta be." he continued his journey. Making one final leap and landing on the wall beside the open window that led into Revy's apartment that he climbed through without making a sound.

The home of the female gunslinger was how it had always been from the last few times Sean had dropped in. A cluttered mess with empty beer cans, pizza boxes and bullet casings everywhere. Various guns of different kinds and calibers were either set in the corners or on tables, there was even an AK by the door with a bra hanging off the barrel.

"She really needs to think about spring cleaning." Sean muttered before making his way over to the lone bed where Revy was curled up, dressed in only her black tank-top and grey panties with her hair down. The headphones of a walk-man in her ears that still played music while she slept peacefully.

For a couple of moments, the host watched her sleep. Having never really seen the gunslinger so relaxed and without her usual scowl.

"Admit it, she's quite pleasing on the eyes." said his other.

"That was never in question." Sean replied before leaning down and carefully shaking her shoulder. "Hey, Revy. Time to get up, killer. Dutch's got a job for us."

Revy opened her eyes and blinked a couple times before sitting up. "Uhh, damn it. Who's job's this for?" she asked groggily.

"The Chinese Triad. Dutch was brief, but the way he was sounding made it seem really important." said the host, handing the gunslinger her cigarettes where she took one and lit it.

Now almost fully awake, Revy casually smelled the air before giving Sean a look. "Who were you fuckin' last night?"

Sean chuckled, "Why do you wanna know? Interested in what we got?" he asked in a playful way.

"Feh, like I would want to get into whatever freaky tentacle shit you and your living mud puddle got goin' on." the gunslinger fired back, "Just be sure not to catch nothing, wouldn't wanna hear about some freaky space STD going around town."

Black tissue covered Sean's arm and acted on its own as it flipped her the finger before withdrawing. "We don't think we have to translate that for you." he said as he headed for the door. "We'll meet you downstairs. Don't be long."

The door closed behind them when the symbiote spoke again, "See, she wants us."

"Drop. It." Sean said as they stepped back outside.

X

At the Lagoon office, Dutch was working to entertain the guest that had paid them a visit. Sitting in the lounge with four well armed men behind him and dressed in a nice suit with a tan scarf around his shoulders and sunglasses was Bai Ji-Shin Chang, known throughout Roanapur simply as 'Mr. Chang'. The head of the Thailand branch of the Sun Yee On Triad.

Despite the man's laid back and casual nature, he was still one of the most powerful people in Roanapur.

"I've been waiting for a while now. Doesn't this shop even offer a cup of coffee? You call this service, Dutch?" said Chang good-naturely as he kicked his feet up on the coffee table.

"Well, I never knew we were running a cafe." Dutch fired back in the same tone, "You know why we have a torpedo boat, don't you, Mr. Chang?"

Chang flicked ashes from the cigarette he had been smoking. "Such cold words, Dutch. We were burned out of our place and came straight here. Isn't it common courtesy to at least offer a cup of tea?"

"That sure was a tragedy." said the Captain, as he filled the coffee maker in the kitchen, "Did I hear right that half of your office had collapsed?"

Benny peered out the window of the office and saw a column of smoke rising into the air as the mob boss answered. "Yeah, we got hit hard."

"Was it the Russians?" asked Benny.

Chang shook his head, "Of course not. We're always very friendly with Miss Balalaika. Besides, we've done nothing against them to cause any retaliation."

The door to the office opened and all eyes turned to it to see Revy and Sean step inside. "Hey there, Two Hands." Chang, adjusting his sunglasses when he saw the tall, broad man that came in with his old student. "And this must be Sean Mason, the man, the myth, the urban legend."

"Mr. Chang, we've heard a great deal as well." said Sean as he leaned against a nearby wall and crossing his arms. "What have you heard about us?"

The man smirked, "Only that when you're involved, heads roll." he said with emphasis on the words 'heads' making the host wonder how much Chang knew about him and his symbiote.

"Did we miss a lot?" asked Revy, bringing about the reason why they were all here.

"No, we're just about to get started." Chang motioned to one of his men who brought over a briefcase and set it on the coffee table as they all gathered around. "This is the cause of everything. But it's certainly worth it. I took this from a stupid Bulgarian who tried to make a quick buck in my territory. I don't recall giving permission to anyone to sell weapons, other than old Yolanda from the Ripoff church. But this guy clearly misunderstood."

"He was casually selling guns on the street as if he were selling hot shrimp. To make matters worse, he mistook my warnings for some crazy joke. He finally understood and made a deal with us when we were about to crush his balls like nuts."

This caused Revy and Benny to burst out laughing while the mob boss continued, "The guy was a real idiot, but it turns out he had an interesting job. He worked for Bulgarian Intelligence. This city is a comfortable place for folks like that, too. Normally, a guy like that is vert useful, but...this time, his playing with fire cost him. You know what he offered us to save his balls, Dutch?"

"Had to be something good." said Dutch.

"Documents." said Chang, making the Lagoon crew look at him questioningly. "The hiking charts of a certain amusing little group. The job they did just before us has been on TV all morning."

"The US Embassy bombings." said Sean, remembering the report and how dozens had died and over a hundred were wounded.

Chang nodded, "The 'ball boy's' real job was with them. The world's full of folks who want Uncle Sam to disappear. I told one of those groups that they dropped something. But as soon as I quoted the guys what it would cost them, they told me to get the hell out of there before my ass became roast. I told them I would go elsewhere, and thanks to that, my office was blasted all the way to somewhere around Jordan, and as they predicted, my ass nearly became roast before I got here. Those guys are really not much fun."

The mob boss leaned forward, "So, Dutch. Here's the deal. I want you to deliver this briefcase. Five teams will leave Roanapur at the same time, each heading to a different destination. Each will have a case, but only one of them is the real deal."

"A feint." said Dutch, catching on to the plan.

"As insurance, of course." confirmed Chang, "Your goal is the local base on Basilan Island. The time limit is two days. After that, my company will have left Basilan."

The information sank in for a bit before Dutch answered the request, "Chang, my man, two days doesn't give us enough time."

"It's always going to be too soon." said Chang, finishing his cigarette, "Last night's embassy bombing was the beginning of a chain. In two days, the next schedule starts. When they're done hiking, there's gonna be a new president. Uncle Sam came to me because their embassy went up like the Challenger."

"Outside, we have company." Sean perked up hearing his other's warning. Going over to the window with Revy and peering through the blinds while Chang continued to lay out what they had planned as they both watched several cars pull up outside and dozens of men in fatigues wearing ski-masks and armed with rifles took up positions.

One of the men pulled out an RPG and took aim at the window the duo was looking out of.

"GET DOWN!"

"RPG!"

Both the host and gunslinger shouted just as the explosive was fired and blew the entire second-story wall apart. The guerrillas then stormed the building in force.

Back in the office, Sean lowered the massive shield he and his other had thrown up to protect everyone while the others regained their barings.

"Well, they're pretty quick. They're already here." said Chang.

"Your information's leaked, Mr. Chang." said Dutch, fixing his sunglasses, "We're gonna have to scrub this one."

The mob boss sighed, "You just gonna quit? If so, I'd hate to see you pay for all the repair bills for this. I can at least escort you to your boat. However..." one of Chang's men handed him a pair of pistols. "It's been a while since I've been in the field. Emergency exits?"

"I'll show ya." said Revy, drawing her own guns.

Dutch turned to their resident anti-hero, "Sean, think you can give us an opening?"

Sean smirked as he became Venom. "They'll regret trashing our place." he growled before leaping out the opening that had been made.

Chang had watched the transformation with a raised eyebrow while his men looked disturbed, "Now that...looked awesome." said Chang.

X

Venom slammed into the street outside the office and roared loud enough to send the unknown soldiers scrambling back in alarm.

Arms shifting into a pair of axes, the anti-hero began hacking and slashing at anything that moved. Several guerrillas fell with their blood painting the pavement while others got to a safe distance and opened fire on the beast killing their comrades.

Ignoring the rounds pelting him, Venom charged into one of the cars and slammed it into the side of a building, crushing the men that had been hunkered down behind it for cover.

Feeling imminent danger, the anti-hero whipped his head around in time to see one of the soldiers fire an RPG at him. A tendril fired from the palm of his hand, attaching to the incoming projectile that he then swung around and sent flying right back at the one that fired it.

The street was rocked from the explosion, two cars going up with it and sending flaming shrapnel flying in all directions. The smoldering bodies of the guerrillas that had been too close to the blast laid scattered everywhere.

"Get the lead out, dipshit!" Revy called out from one of the black sedans Chang and his men had come in with.

"Always impatient." Venom said, grabbing two of the few remaining soldiers and threw them against a wall, leaving bloody smears as he ran forward and lept on to the roof of the car as it sped off.

The moon-roof opened and Sean dropped down into the backseat between Revy and Benny, the tech wizard holding the briefcase Chang wanted them to transport.

"So we take it we're taking the job?" the host asked rhetorically.

"Not much of a choice at this point." said Dutch, sounding like he was anything but pleased with the situation.

As promised, the Triad helped them get to the docks and their boat. Along the way the crew prepared themselves for what they might face on Basilan island.

"Did you hear the password?" asked Revy with a sigh, " 'The Triad is super cool'. Boss Chang can handle himself and has great style, but when it comes to telling jokes, he couldn't be worse."

"Well, you're never gonna find someone perfect at everything." said Dutch as he drove the Lagoon across the ocean.

"Is he always so...aloof?" asked Sean from the doorway to the helm.

The gunslinger shrugged, "As long as we've all known him. It's weird though, he didn't seem to bat an eye when you changed."

"Word travels through the grapevine of the heavy hitters in town." said Dutch. "Balalaika probably gave a couple hints of Sean's abilities to make sure the Triad didn't think Hotel Moscow had a secret weapon or something against them."

"Well, don't we feel special." said the symbiote as it extended its head from its host. "Although we get the feeling that this 'Mr. Chang' can be trusted much like the Russian woman."

Sean pulled out a chocolate bar and tossed it to his other who ate it greedily. "So we got the documents, and we have an army of guerrilla fighters hunting us down. Just another day for us, huh?"

X

The day had passed and night had fallen over the ocean. From the crows nest of the Lagoon, Revy was looking through a pair of binoculars at a ship in the distance that had been following them for the last few hours.

"We've got them, Dutch. Noisy little bastards." she said through her earpiece. "Sean, get the Remington and the Hydra API ammo."

The host tossed her the scoped rifle and a clip filled with the bullets she requested. The gunslinger setting up and taking careful aim at the ship behind them, controlling her breathing before firing two shots.

The first one hit the water, but the second hit the upper-deck of the ship and caused a small smoke trail to be seen.

"We've taken out the enemy's eyes, but it may not be the only one." said Dutch, looking over his seat toward Sean who finished loading his favorite carbine and slinging it over his shoulder, "Sean. Benny and I will be bait and charge past Basilan. I want you and Revy to get off at Zamboanga and use the Zodiac to get to Basilan."

"Got it, boss." said the host before making his way topside with the Captain. Setting up the smaller craft and tossing it to the side of the Lagoon.

"So, once we deliver the documents, we'll meet you at the base." Revy confirmed the plan.

"Yeah. I'll come nd get you when I lose those guys clinging to us." replied Dutch.

The gunslinger opened the briefcase and looked at the small collection of papers inside. "People who fight for a cause are so damn persistent."

"What fun would it be if there wasn't a challenge." said Sean, making sure their supplies were secured to the Zodiac.

Dutch pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and held it up to Revy. "Oh, Chang had another message for you to. Be sure to read it when you get there."

Revy took the paper and slipped it into her tank top. With everything in place, the duo boarded the smaller craft and broke away from the Lagoon as it continued its path. The cover of darkness masking them as they slipped away unnoticed by their pursuers.

Neither of them knowing that this mission, like countless others, was going to go completely sideways.

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A/N: What's a little guerrilla warfare to shake things up a bit? Sean and Venom are about to be a huge part of a big revolution, and the canon sure as hell isn't going to be the same compared to the original.

My imagination is running wild and there ain't no stopping it! Keep the reviews coming folks!