Disclaimer Note: I do not own Black Lagoon and am not making any money off this. All rights reserved to Rei Hiroe.

Chapter 1: Remembrance

AAAAAAAHHH-(BOOM)

"Go run find some cover-(EXPLODE)"

"Get back to the rally point…" screamed a Marine as he was running through the desert sand of an abandoned village.

"GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" screamed another as him and the rest of the Marines as they headed to a clearing in front of them.

The Marines eventually spotted a wall on the side of the road and quickly got behind cover.

"LIGHT 'EM UP… LIGHT 'EM UP…" ordered the commanding officer. While safely behind cover the Marines quickly pointed their rifles and opened fire on the enemy.

Suddenly a Marine got back behind cover to reload, in doing so he removed his gas mask. He was revealed to be, none other then, Rock Okajima. And he turned to his commander and said. "Hey Corvus…"

The Lieutenant looked over to the Japanese man and Rock said, "…don't you think it's time we get these fucking Iraqis off our asses… HUH?!" while reloading his XM177 Colt Commando.

The Lieutenant responded with a simple, "Relax…"

But then suddenly, Rock stood up from cover and started to focus all his fire on the Iraqi fighters in front of him all while screaming, "FUCK YOU… FUCK YOU… FUCK YOU… FUCK YOOOOOUUUUU…"

Rock suddenly wakes up and finds himself in his bed, in his apartment, in Roanopur, safe and sound. After calming down he looks over at his clock and sees that it is 8:00 am. "Jesus fuck…" he says while wiping the sweat from his forehead, but after doing so he looks at his right palm and examines the scar along it while thinking pensively.

A few minutes later, Rock is walking down the streets in his usual, red floral Hawaiian shirt, tan cargo pants, combat boots, and pistol holster. As he walks through the streets he starts to think.

"It's been a year since I came to Roanopur, and a few months after that whole shit show back in Myanmar. The rest of crew is getting by okay, in fact things have been looking up, business was good and there wasn't too big of a problem that we couldn't manage."

"Also, you may not believe it… But me and Revy have been getting close. She an I had each other's backs since the day I saved her from almost being raped, she's toned down a bit around me… Hmph guess she trusts me now… But I don't know whether I should be glad or scared shitless… you can never tell when it comes to her… But for now, I just try to stay focused on whatever task is in hand."

After walking for a few minutes Rock came up on the Lagoon Company Offices. He climbed the stairs and entered the room. He looked and saw Dutch drinking coffee and Revy lying on the couch reading a magazine.

"Mornin' Rock, glad you could make it…" greeted Dutch. Rock served himself his own cup of coffee and sat down on the couch and asked, "So what's new today, we got any new clients?" "Not today… so far it's been pretty quiet" responded Dutch. "Hmph… somehow… that just doesn't sit right with me…" said Rock while drinking from his mug. "Yeah I know what ya mean… we never really gone this long without some shit happening" said Revy.

But as if on cue, the phone rang. Benny came out of his computer room and answered it then he handed it to Dutch. "Who is it" asked Dutch. "Mr. Chang" said Benny.

~In an unknown location~

In a dimly lit room in an unknown part of Roanopur stood the four main players in the city. Ms. Balalaika of Hotel Moscow, Mr. Chang of the Hong Kong Triad, Abrego of the Manisalera Cartel, and Verrocchio of the Italian Mafia.

"Well… now that were all here let's get down to business" started Chang. "Alright just what the fuck is this… you people called us out here just to hear your fuckin' problems" interrupted Verrocchio. "Well I guess we can't all be Italian, considering you Guido's are always are always playing with your meatballs" insulted Balalaika. "Alright enough…" said Chang sternly. "Just yesterday I got a report saying that my warehouse down in the south side got shot up and then detonated. I also know that the same thing goes for you too, Ms. Balalaika" said Chang.

"Well would anyone care to explain… ABREGO..." said Balalaika. The Hispanic man quickly flinched at the mention of his name. "I hope this doesn't have to do anything with you" said Balalaika.

"Don't get your hopes up. Because it wasn't him or Verrocchio, no offense but you two aren't exactly competent enough to pull something like this" said Chang. The two other gang leaders took offense of this but were interrupted by the Russian blonde.

"Just what are you saying Chang" asked Balalaika. "Im saying that that whoever hit us, was looking for something. When I got to the warehouse, the place was completely tossed" responded Chang.

"We also managed to find a survivor among the dead bodies." At this, the other gang leaders perked up. "After talking to him, he told us that the people who hit us were wearing high-class body armor and military weapons" explained Chang. "In fact, he told us that they worked in the same way your spec-ops unit operates, Ms. Balalaika" said Chang. The Russian woman got serious at this. "they weren't Russian, he told us that their accents sounded American, only they weren't any military unit" said Chang.

"Just what are you saying Chang" asked Balalaika. "I'm saying that if they weren't soldiers, then that only leaves one other option… they were mercenaries" said Chang.