Author disclaimer:I do not own Black Lagoon or its rights in anyway :D. However I want thank Amigodude for letting me use his characters for this new fic, if you want to call it a sequel to "Gun Punk", if not, well it's just a story out there.

So enjoy reading this fic, it took a lot of effort and mind into it, and like always READ AND REVIEW!(this is the revised version)

Chapter 1:

Revy rested her head on the window of the prison bus. Who could have imagined that murdering a cop, would drag her into the crap hole she was going to now? For years she had killed gang members, pimps, and all sorts of vile people, but finally, for the first time, she had actually been caught and convicted for the crimes she had committed.

After the murder of her step-father, that bastard of a cop, several witnesses had given the authorities a detailed description of the girl and the direction she had run off in, leading to a quick capture. Revy had made the huge mistake of keeping the gun which she had committed the crime with. Even with all the training she had received from Swiss, it would seem that the vendetta had gotten the best of her. Due to her lack of money for a lawyer, she would have to spend time in prison while she was tried for her other crimes that she had been accused of. However, for the killing of her step-father, she was sentenced to four years, until further notice.

"Fucking shit" was all she could mutter, as she dug her nails into her hands. Revy looked around at all the older woman in the bus around her. She had not been sent to juvie, in fact she was being sent to a semi adult prison, and the inmates ranged from 13-21 years of age.

She frowned. Her lack of professionalism had cost her freedom she dearly wanted, the shackles in her wrists proved this moment was not a dream, this was her life.

"Approaching Lyon Mountain Correction Facility!" hollered the guard, Revy winced at the shout, groaning as she rested her head and closed her eyes. She wasn't tired, all she needed was only some decent peace and quiet to think things through. Even if she did want to sleep, the sunlight magnified the glass and made the bus feel hotter than what it actually was.

The moment was short-lived as the bus slowed to a halt.

"Stand up! Were here!"

Revy trailed the group as she walked out of the bus, she was surprised to see that the tallest things here were trees and not sky scrapers. The landscape was indeed different from what she was accustomed to.

"It's fucking cold here" she growled, feeling the cold mist lingering in the atmosphere. The facility could be barely be seen between the sea of trees spreading down from Lyon Mountain. Her thoughts were interrupted when a guard shoved her from the back.

"Hey Chinese girl, I don't get paid seeing you day dream, get your ass going!" spat the cop at her. Revy only glared at her, she was disturbed to see that the woman had large sunglasses and hair slicked back. However Revy walked forward, that was the only choice she had. Fighting with the law wasn't exactly the wisest thing to do at the present moment.

"Not so tough without your guns huh?" snorted the cop, Revy only gritted her teeth and was about say something in return when she entered the facility; it was rather large and had an immediate intimidating appearance.

"It's so fucking big here…" Revy muttered to herself, but then she quickly looked up as she saw the Head begin his speech

"Hello, and welcome to Lyon Mountain facility. Our philosophy is change the next generation for the greater and common good. Whatever crime you committed, you are here to improve; you will work in the surrounding areas of Lyon Mountain, have access to the library and more. All I can say now is think, because that is all you have left. Make several lines here to get your ID number and supplies."

Revy rolled her eyes as she walked off to the designated areas. "Who fucking gives a shit about what that ass says? Jeez, man---"

But then she crashed into a tall Puerto Rican girl, due to the lack of attention she was giving her surroundings, Revy saw that the girl was around 19 years of age and was about 6'0 while Revy was a mere 5'2.

"Que onda chica?" - (What the heck, girlie?) The tall girl grunted showing great displeasure that a short Chinese bitch had bumped into her. Revy felt all the blood drain from her face but boldly stood her ground boldly.

"Quememiras?" - (What are you looking at?) She snapped back, the only phrase she knew in Spanish.

It was a blur of color for Revy as she was rammed into the wall and lifted up with the shackles of the other girl's cuffs pressing into her neck. Legs dangling, she tried to kick back but was all in vain. Her breath was quickly diminishing.

"Come again?" hissed the Hispanic girl in her ear, Revy gasped for air.

Several guards came and pulled. But the tall girl wouldn't budge until they hit her with a metal rod in the shins. At that she dropped Revy, who coughed for air.

"I'd watch that mouth of yours, chica…" said the Puerto Rican as she limped away, taken by the guards. Revy stood wide eyed until a guard whistled at her. She made for the line with the rest of the prisoners, massaging her throat, until it was her turn. A Caucasian woman was in charge and she shoved a box at Revy without removing her eyes from the clip board.

"you're prisoner 6971! Remember that! We don't have the habit of memorizing names of everyone here, you share the cell with prisoner 3476 Fuentes, now get your ass going," she grunted. She shoved Revy to the side.

Revy staggered and turned around quickly, but then froze as she saw the huge facility. "Where the fuck is that suppose to be? This place is so fucking huge!!!"

The wannabe male guard she had met earlier grabbed Revy by the shoulder and smirked. "Here, I'll take you where you're suppose to be."

"Don't touch me you bitch," she hissed, moving her shoulder out of the guard's reach. However she only led the way. Up a flight of metal stairs and through several cat walks, until they finally reached her jail cell.

"Here's your room for the next part of your life here" she cracked. Revy glared back as she walked in. The cell was already a bit dark since they were on the west side of the building. When the sun rose, it would still be dark in this wing. The guard slammed the door hard with a clang once she was in.

"Fucking lesbian," Revy spat once the guard was out of ear shot. She was quickly startled to hear a laugh come from the top bunk. She saw a girl peering down out at her with brown hair, but she couldn't make out any more detail due to the lack of brightness in the room.

"I know right? I've always thought she was lesbian too, with that stupid macho haircut," the mysterious girl snickered. Revy stepped away and lifted a brow as her cell mate jumped off the bunk.

"Who... are you?" Revy asked cautiously, while the girl cleaned her hands of the uniform

"Prisoner 3476, or you can skip the bullshit and call me Lindsay. Everyone here does, it's better than the fucking number," Lindsay added with a small grin. She trotted to the cell door, and peered down to the first floor.

"Hmm... it looks like they brought some new prisoners eh? So what's your name, girl?" Lindsay asked with unusual glee.

"Revy" she answered darkly

Lindsay rolled her eyes and chuckled. "I mean your real name"

Revy sighed deeply. She was going to be spending a lot of time here with her cell mate. "It's Rebecca"

Lindsay's eyes lit up. "With a name like that I would nickname myself," she said with a grin. "So now…let's see if you're on your toes…what's your prison number?"

The question threw Revy completely off, "What? It's um—6921? What was that for you dork? I just got here!" she exclaimed.

"Don't ask me," Lindsay shrugged. "This place always seems to remind you about it. If you don't say it quickly enough, they're gonna make you do 20 push ups"

"I can do more than 20 push ups" Revy shot back. Her companion snorted. "A smart ass answer like that," Lindsay exclaimed, "and they'll make you clean the showers, and trust me that ain't pretty"

Revy let her box fall on the floor and kicked it away. She slumped down the wall and dug her head into her knees. Lindsay approached her and tilted her head.

"What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" Lindsay asked. Revy sighed.

"Leave me alone" she groaned.

Lindsay looked at her skeptically, and sat opposite of her. "So what were you convicted for?" she added, trying to break the ice.

"Fuck off" Revy snarled back. Lindsay peered at the floor. "Not planning to reveal any secrets huh? Fine by me, it's not my favorite subject either."

She lit up a cigarette. Revy looked up in surprise. "You can smoke here?"

"If you behave, well yeah, guards give them out all the time, want one?"

Revy took one and lighted her cigarette, but when Lindsay tilted her head to light a new match, a ray of sun light hit her temple revealing a tattoo.

"Holy shit, is that real?" Revy said admiringly. Lindsay blinked mildly and jerked her head, "Why yeah, haven't seen one before?"

"Not there" Revy answered honestly. Even the most ruthless of gang members she had seen in Chinatown didn't have a tattoo like that on their face

Lindsay looked up as she smoked "I like to call tattoos - marks of experiences that one gains, not exactly as decoration as most people nowadays, and it would seem you've got a tat yourself..."

Revy shifted her collar "you can see it?"

"Not quite, but if you run into an observer like me, you can. How big is it?" she asked, looking at Revy's neck with interest. Revy shrugged, "Up to my ribs, but it's not quite done, I should have gone back to the parlor to have it finish up, but I got caught first and had my ass handed to me…"

Lindsay lifted an eyebrow and smoked. "Really? That must have been a lame tattoo maker; I can finish something like that in a day, well the outline…"

"You worked doing these types of things?" Revy asked

Lindsay nodded eagerly "Before I got to the slammer that was my profession in NYC, I was pretty popular too, I did this on me... well, Byron helped me color it, but the idea was mine."

"Looks pretty cool" Revy added

"Judging by the mark on your neck, seems your into this tribal tattoo thing, no?" her cellmate observed

"Sort of" Revy smirked

Lindsay looked at the Chinese American with mock horror, "Tthis really ain't my problem, but do you always carry your hair like that? Like some boy?"

"I haven't done anything to it since I got to trial." Revy shrugged " 'sides, I don't have a mirror, so I can't see how I look, less something to tie it with."

"Well, that's were you're wrong missy," smirked Lindsay. She slid to the bottom of the bunk-bed and pulled out a a cloth from underneath.

"I always come prepared." she said flashing the mirror at Revy.

"how's you---"

"Shh!!! Nobody knows that I have one. I took it when some bitches went at it and broke the mirrors, when I did the cleanup…I borrowed one." Lindsay boasted.

Revy chuckled. "You dick head," she paused. "How long have you been here?"

Lindsay wasn't taken by surprise by the question She rested against the bars frowning, "Hhmm, let's see now, I was condemned for seven years and I've been here for two years and eight months. You?"

Revy leaned back against the wall "Four years…I would have been here for more, but I haven't gone to trial for of all crimes... yet. Good luck find witnesses in Chinatown."

"Yet?" Lindsay retorted, giving out a long whistle. She chuckled at the end. She went and sat on the lower bunk "From what it looks like, were gonna be in this cell for a really long time, no? Don't look so grim. I didn't want to be here either…"

Revy looked at her, confused. "What? are you innocent or somethin'?"

Lindsay flushed and barked a laugh "I'm guilty," she said, "I'm VERY guilty. Believe me. Well, since you're gonna be around here for a while I might as well show you around. This place isn't as scary as you think once you get to know it"

Revy stepped forward and saw that the doors were locked shut. The Mexican American answered her silent question. "During break, they leave the door open, since we're not convict criminals. They let us roam about and do productive kind of stuff."

"Either way this place is fucking huge!" Exclaimed Revy. " It could scare the crap out of anyone, its Lindsay right? Is your last name Fuentes?"

"I say it loud and proud. Right from heart of Mexico, they told you at the registration right? What's yours?"

"Don't really have one"

Lindsay cocked an eyebrow, "What do you mean, didn't your daddy give you one?" she asked skeptically

"I didn't know my parents. My dad left my mom, and she ditched me, all I know is that my parents were from China. That's were I'm from, that's all." Revy responded heatedly.

Lindsay puffed smoke. "That blows. It's all right Revy. Not all of us carry the burden of a last name"

Revy raised an eyebrow in response, then jumped when she heard a loud buzzing noise. The doors slid open.

"All right! It's break time!" exclaimed Lindsay, Revy was eager to get out of the cell. She was pulled back by her cell-mate.

"You're seriously not planning to go outside like that…" Lindsay persisted

"It's just the slammer" she shrugged. Lindsay glared at her "All because we're crooks in this fucking dump, it doesn't mean we should look like shit…we don't go outside like shaggy dogs, now sit your ass down…"

Revy frowned and tried to pull away. Lindsay grabbed her in a head lock.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way, you choose." Revy was willing to fight, but her desire was cut short when a sharp voice breathed into her ear "I know how to kick box, so don't even try to fighting me…"

Revy stopped, remembering the beating she got from the cops. She realized she wasn't in the mood to get her ass handed to her again. Especially on the first day of prison.

"Fine…" she groaned as Lindsay began to fumble with her hair, and digging into her pocket.

"Hmm... your hair is straight, really straight, so this might cause a bit of trouble. But it seems quite tame, now…don't move..." Lindsay moved her bangs forward, but Revy pushed them back.

"Stop it!" Lindsay said with a hint of frustration. "I'm doing you a favor, so you don't look like a fucking animal. Otherwise they'll think you're a patient in the psych ward... heh... your hair is red. Interesting. Ow! Ta-da! All done! So what do you think?"

Revy noticed that her locks were let down instead of pulled behind her earlobes, but before she can object, Lindsay passed her a mirror.

"Like it?" The Hispanic girl asked.

Revy smirked "looks bomb."

Lindsay nodded and grinned "now, let's go."

Once outside, the serious glares given her when she entered the prison now showed a more welcoming face. But she noticed that they were all for Lindsay. As the girls passed by, they saluted the Mexican-American girl.

"Hi jefa" one of them said

While another said, "Que onda jefa?"

"Que hubo?" a girl asked Lindsay

Revy ran through her memory and the little Spanish she knew from New York and the Puerto Rican gangs. She began to be concerned about the title Lindsay had here.

"How's the cartel doing?"

"Eh, It's getting there I suppose…" sighed Lindsay, but Revy stiffened "Wait, hold on now, doesn't 'jefa' mean boss in Spanish? And you're part of Cartel?"

Lindsay chuckled. "Why yes…didn't I tell you before? I'm Lindsay Carillo Fuentes, successor to the powerful Juarez Cartel"

"No fucking way…" exclaimed Revy, wide-eyed and impressed.

"Yeah, I'm 19 already. I should have been the declared the leader but due to complications, it wasn't successful" she trailed off into a softer tone "Also part of the reason why I'm in this dump."

Lindsay eyed Revy

"You seem like a cool girl, and to be frank, I like your company. We seem we have more in common than I thought. So I'm going to take you under my wing, you're part of my family, let's say, but if you try something stupid, I wont be there to help you, and you'll have major problems with me…"

Revy nodded "I know how's it's like to be in a gang of sorts…but I never imagined you to be part of a Cartel"

"You don't even know the rest of the story," said Lindsay. "But enough about me, let me show you some pointers. You see that creepy hall down there?"

Lindsay pointed at some doors that led to a darkened hall. Two guards flanked the entrance.

"Yeah, what of it?"

"That's the psych ward. Don't go there. You'll see a lot of things, some which you have never imagined in your life, things that only lurk in your deepest of nightmares. But if you keep on walking, you'll see the library. It's a fairly good place to kill time, what's up? You seem a sorta gloomed out." Lindsay added with suspicion

Revy just stared at the prison grand hallway "it's nothing"

Author notes: My first author notes! XD!

-Lyon Mountain Correctional Facility is a real place, however in reality it's a low security prison for men. It's located in a town in New York by the same name Lyon Mountain, far from Long Island.

-Lindsay Carrillo Fuentes is a fictional character but her father Amado Carrillo Fuentes was the leader of Juarez Cartel. I play with real people/places to meet my FF's storyline.

-As for the Puerto Rican's height, yes, I know some women who are that tall by 18. So I'm not exaggerating. :D

-Revy is just acting a bit gloomy in this chapter due to the idea of her capture, but that will change soon, just bear with me ^^