The plane landed at Roanapur Airport in the late afternoon. The airliner door opened. When the passengers got off the plane, one stood behind and took a deep breath and smiled, "Welcome to Roanapur, City of…death, destruction and mayhem. My kind of town."
The man walked out of the airport and down the street. He was about to pass an alley when three men stepped into the light and approached him, "Hey stranger, we want a word with you."
The man knew these guys were dangerous but he held his smile as he pointed to each man as he asked, "Let me guess, you're the Roanapur welcoming committee?"
The three men glared at him. "Listen you little smartass fuck, we were going to be nice to you and just rob you and let you live," he pulled out a gun and pointed it at the man, "but now I think we're going to just kill you."
The other men smiled as their leader threatened the stranger. The stranger then gave an evil grin and said, "Whatever you say,"
The stranger put up his hands and with almost inhuman speed he grabbed the leader's hand with the gun and twisted his wrist and elbowed him in the face, breaking his nose. Then, while still holding the leader's arm kicked the guy on the left in the stomach and twisted the leader's arm so the gun was aimed at the man on the right and shot him four times in the chest, killing him.
He then twisted the leader's arm again, forcing him to drop the gun and punched him in the stomach and kneed him in the jaw, knocking him out.
He looked at the three fallen men, dusted himself off and sighed, "Friendly town."
-
The Yellow Flag bar was full as usual. Drinking and fighting were normal around the place, even men looking for an occasional screw from the whores there.
For the members of the Lagoon Company it was nothing new. The Company consisted of three people. The bald black man was Dutch, the boss of the Lagoon Company.
The blonde man in glasses was Benny, an expert hacker. Finally, there was Revy, the muscle of the group, and usually a troublemaker. She also always loved getting into gunfights and loved to drink.
The three crew members sat at the bar and while Dutch and Benny drank beer, Revy drank a Bacardi, one of her favorites.
Revy decided to tell Dutch exactly what was on her mind, "Dutch, that last fuckin' job was a complete waste of fuckin' time! We didn't even get fuckin' paid!"
Dutch took a drink and replied, "We didn't get paid because you shot the cargo. Don't start crying to me because you didn't get paid. None of us did. So, don't go fucking up anymore jobs or you will find yourself out of one. Are we clear?"
Revy growled, "God dammit, Dutch! Who the fuck else do you think could replace me?! It's not like they're going to be walking through that door any fuckin' time soon!"
Right on cue, the stranger walked in. Revy glanced at him and grinned, "Never mind, Dutch. That guy is definitely not going to fuckin' last here five fuckin' minutes."
Dutch smiled, "You forgot one thing, it takes twenty minutes to get here from the airport, assuming that's where he came from."
Revy sighed and frowned as she raised her glass, "Whatever."
The stranger walked up to the bar and sat right next to Revy, not even acknowledging her presence. Revy continued to watch him as Bao the bartender approached him, "What can I get ya, stranger?"
The stranger looked at him in the eyes and said, "Bacardi." That word alone put a wide grin on Revy's face.
Bao sat the stranger's drink in front of him. He took a drink when the door flew open revealing the two guys the stranger had previously let live.
Dutch and Revy noticed the men approaching the bar, "Here's trouble." Revy smiled and responded to Dutch's remark, "This should be fuckin' good."
The two men stood on either side of the stranger as he continued to sip his drink. He looked at the leader out of the corner of his eyes and his glass to his lips, "You here to rob me again? You should know, I'm broke. Got just enough for this drink."
Dutch, Benny and Revy watched on as the men continued to harass the stranger. The leader growled as the stranger lowered the glass from his lips. The leader gritted his teeth, "You motherfucker! You broke my fuckin' nose!"
After he said that, the stranger elbowed him in the face again and replied, "Twice."
The leader screamed out in pain as he covered his nose. He recovered quickly and took out a switchblade knife and approached him again, "Now you're dead, motherfucker!"
The stranger sighed and said, "You know, I'm having a really bad day, but not as bad as you'll have if you don't put that knife away."
The leader scoffed, "You're going to have to pry it from my dead fuckin' fingers, Asshole."
The stranger raised his glass to take another drink, "Have it your way."
That's when he splashed the drink behind him into the leader's face and punched the other guy in the throat. He then twisted the leader's wrist and grabbed the knife out of his hand and slammed his hand on the surface of the bar and stuck the knife through his hand.
The leader screamed in pain until he was elbowed in his nose once more and then the stranger proceeded to slam his head onto the surface of the bar multiple times. Finally, the stranger pulled the knife out of the leader's hand and jabbed it into the back of his head, killing him and blood spraying all over the bar.
Then the stranger pulled out the knife and jammed it into the other guy's forehead.
As the stranger sat back down he pushed the corpse off the bar and picked up his glass. He then looked back down at the bloody body and said, "You made me spill my drink, you prick!"
He bent over and took out the corpse's wallet, "Now it looks like your paying for my next one."
He took out a wad of money and put a couple of bills down and stated, "Bartender, get me another one."
He looked at the three Lagoon members staring back at him and he huffed, "And another round for my friends over there so they'll stop fucking looking at me like that."
He put a few more bills on the bar and threw the wallet over his shoulder and stuffed the rest of the money in his pocket.
He finished his drink and got up and proceeded to walk to the door, "Sorry for the mess, couldn't be helped. Those guys were really pissing me off. See you around."
The Lagoon Crew looked on as the stranger walked away. As soon as he exited the bar, the three couriers found their voices again.
Revy was the first to talk, "Who the fuck was that, Dutch? He just wasted those two fuckers like it was nothing. Then, he buys us drinks and apologizes for the fuckin' mess and calmly walks out like that! Not only that," Revy smirked, "he likes Bacardi."
Benny couldn't help but smile and comment, "Sounds like somebody's got a crush." Revy flipped him off.
Dutch shook his head, "I don't know who that was, Revy," Dutch smiled, "but I like his style."
Revy looked at Dutch with an arched eyebrow, "Dutch, I know what the fuck you're thinking! Don't you fuckin' dare!"
Dutch grinned, "We've been looking for a fourth crew member. Revy, go after him and see if you can convince him to come back here. I want to have a talk with him."
Revy sighed and walked out surprisingly without protest.
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The stranger calmly walked through the slums of the shithole named Roanapur. Everywhere you look something illegal was going down. Terrorists, criminals and other parasites of the human race reside here.
The stranger kept walking through the streets of Roanapur, 'I wonder where I can find a fucking job in this whack-job hell basket?' the stranger thought.
He, however, was aware that he was being followed. He realized it when he saw the reflection on the window behind him.
He turned the corner and put his back up to the wall and drew a gun.
Revy saw him turn the corner and went after him. Just as she turned the corner, a firm hand grabbed her tank top and forced her to slam her back to the wall.
The stranger had forced her to the wall and held her there as he put the gun to her forehead. Revy was surprised he even knew she was behind him. How the hell could he have known she was tailing him?!
The stranger looked her dead in the eyes with the gun held steady to her head and asked, "Why the fuck are you following me? Better make it good."
Revy clenched her teeth, "Fuck you! I just wanted to fuckin' talk! Now get that fuckin' gun out of my face before I cut your fuckin' balls off and shove them down your fuckin' throat, asshole!"
The stranger smirked at her feistiness and let her go; He put the gun down but still held in his hand just in case, "So talk."
Revy got out a cigarette. She was about to reach for her lighter when the stranger had already held a flame out to her. She looked at him with an arched eyebrow but obliged him anyway and put the end of her cigarette to the flame and relished in the taste that only tobacco can provide.
She let out a puff of smoke and got down to business, "My boss owns this shipping company. We specialize in transporting property from one destination to the next. We sometimes take jobs that occasionally brush up with the law to put food on the table. Our jobs usually come from various organizations. We have an opening for a sailor. If you're interested, come back to the Yellow Flag and you can meet the boss if you want to make some money."
The stranger put his gun away and lit a smoke of his own and grinned, "Are you kidding? You had me at 'money!'"
The two made their way back to the Yellow Flag.
-
When they arrived, the bar was mostly empty now except for a few guys playing pool and Dutch and Benny still sitting at the bar.
Revy and the stranger sat back down and Dutch finally spoke with a smile, "I like your style, kid. You can handle yourself really well. The name's Dutch."
Benny introduced himself next, "I'm Benny."
Dutch continued, "And you already know Revy." He motioned to the Chinese-American woman.
Dutch finished his point, "If you're interested in a job with us, come back with us to the office and we'll talk."
With that, they all stood up and started for the back door.
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The drive back was nothing special. No words were said. They arrived at their place that resided at the docks where their boat, The Black Lagoon, was located.
The stranger followed them inside and Dutch showed him around. He continued when they got to the office, "And this is our office. It's nothing special but it's comfortable." They walked to the hallway, "Benny's room is right down there at the end of the hall. Revy's is on the other end and your room is right next to hers."
The stranger nodded as Dutch asked, "You gotta name?"
The stranger answered, "Name's Rokuro Okajima
Dutch nodded as he said, "Well then, get some sleep, Rock. I'm gonna look forward to see how you handle yourself during a job we have tomorrow. I'm gonna need you and Revy at your best."
Rock sighed as he walked down the hall to his new room.
Once the door shut Dutch addressed Revy, "What do you think, Revy?"
Revy glared down the hall, "I don't fuckin' know, Dutch. I have a bad fuckin' feeling about that guy. Could be a real fuckin' problem for us."
Dutch smiled at that statement, "You mean as big a problem as you are for us?" Revy scoffed and replied, "Fuck you, Dutch! I'm going to bed."
With that, she walked back to her room and locked the door. She leaned against it with a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach.
'Who the fuck is this guy anyway, and why the hell do I feel like this?' she thought to herself.
She climbed into her bed and slowly let the sleep take her.
-
In his new room, Rock was sitting in a chair he had in the room and drinking some fresh whiskey he found in the mini fridge that had also been in the room. The room was probably a guest room before he came along.
He had been sitting in that chair, drinking and thinking about the bad memories of his childhood and past. The memories of what they did to her and what his parents did to him and what he did about it, even his memories from the war still come back full force.
The more he thought about it, the more he drank and the more he drank the more the tears welled up in his eyes. He finished the bottle and fell asleep in the chair with a single tear running down his cheek.
-
Rock awoke to the sound of loud banging on his door. He groaned and shouted, "Go away!" Benny then shouted from the other side, "Rock, Dutch says you've got twenty minutes until-" Rock fired off two rounds at the door and stood up as the muffled sound of Benny running back to the office faded.
He held his head with his hand as the hangover kicked in. Just then he heard Dutch's voice call from the office, "Rock! Get your ass up! We got a job!"
Rock got out a fresh change of clothes and headed for the bathroom in his room for a shower.
A few moments later, Rock emerged from his room and saw a tall blonde woman with a cigar in her mouth. She wore a red business suit that complimented her luscious curves.
She also had a Soviet Army coat draped over her shoulders. He also saw the man to her left wore sunglasses and a scar across his cheek.
Rock finally brought himself to ask, "Did we get drafted into the Soviet Army when I was asleep?" Balalaika chuckled and rose to her feet and approached him, "Dutch, this must be the new member you told me about?"
Dutch gave a simple "Mmhmm," as Balalaika finally stood in front of Rock and stuck out her hand, "Greetings. I am Balalaika, head of Hotel Moscow here in Roanapur."
Rock shook her hand and replied, "Yes, I know who you are. Former Soviet Army Captain. You fought in the war in Afghanistan and were discharged for using methods the Soviet Army deemed 'excessive.' I'm a big fan, by the way."
Balalaika smiled and sighed, "I see you've done your homework. I do hope you enjoy your stay here in Roanapur, but now, down to business."
Balalaika sat back down and continued, "We've received information that two of my informants for the London mafia have been captured by a U.S. merchant ship. Your job is to get aboard that ship and get those informants back. There may be some resistance so I am willing to up your usual price to $75,000. Sound good, Dutch?"
Dutch smiled, "Deal. I'll assume you know where this merchant ship is coming from?" Balalaika nodded, "Indeed. The ship is five hundred miles east of Roanapur. Your payment will be wire transfer as usual."
Balalaika rose up from the seat, "Our business is concluded. Perhaps we will even see if your new crewmate is everything I've been hearing about, eh Rock? I heard about your incident in the bar as well as your incident downtown. You killed two men. Very impressive. Let's hope I'm not wrong about you." She looked to Rock as did Revy.
Rock let out a sigh and stated, "You really shouldn't believe rumors you hear. It was actually three." He grinned.
Balalaika laughed as she and Boris left the office. Dutch smiled and addressed Rock, "She really seems to like you, Rock. It's a good thing to be in her good graces. You cross her and you'll find yourself in a cluster fuck of trouble with no way out. You know what I mean?"
Rock nodded and then it was Revy's turn to address him, "That's right, so don't do anything stupid! You fuck up on this job and me and you will have a fuckin' problem!"
Rock stood up and looked Revy dead in the eyes, "Fuck the job. Me and you already have a problem." She drew her cutlass just as fast as he drew his guns and they remained deadlocked on each other, eyes never wavering.
Revy addressed Rock first, "Don't fuck with me, asshole, or I will fuckin' kill you!" Rock replied in the same manner, but with a smile on his face, "I'd love to see you try, you bitch!"
Dutch decided to calm his employees down, "Alright. Knock it off you two. We have a job to do." Rock and Revy holstered their guns, never taking their eyes off each other.
Dutch shook his head, "This is going to be a long ass fuckin' day."
Benny smiled, "Don't worry, Dutch. They're just having a lover's tiff, that's all."
That's when Revy and Rock both looked at Benny and back at each other. They both drew their guns and both fired at Benny, shutting him up in an instant.
They holstered their guns and looked at each other and smiled. Revy thought, 'Maybe this won't be so fuckin' bad after all!'
Rock thought the exact same thing, 'Maybe this won't be so bad after all!'
They both realized they were staring at each other and immediatly looked away, both turning ten shades of red.
They all walked out of the office and to the car, so they could begin the five hundred mile cruise to their destination out in open water.
A/N: I just wanted to let everybody know that this is not an Assassin X story. I just wrote this because the idea kept coming into my mind and wouldn't go away! I basically just wrote this chapter on a whim, so now I have to come up with a decent storyline for it. I will try to update my stories as much as I can, but now my muse is starting to lose power. This was my last big idea. I would like to thank all the authors who have helped me become a better writer like jm1681, who helped me write the remake of my original Revy's Secret one-shot. I would also like to give a shout out to kipper898 for writing such a great Black Lagoon story, so kipper, can't wait until you update again! Also, I would like to thank unkeptsecret for finally finishing Sweet Attack which was a kick ass story, even though, in my opinion, would be great with an alternate ending at the end of the original so we could see what her original ending was going to be, but that's just one author's opinion, nothing to take seriously. Also to Tomcat171 for writing such a great story as well. Finally I would like to give a shout out to Rapheal Fitchburne who wrote True Self and Past In Present, I really hope you update again man. I can't wait to find out what's coming next in Past In Present. Thank you all.