WolfGear Presents: New Lagoon
Pairings: Rock x Revy, Benny x Jane, OC's x Oc's
Chapter 1: Prolong
I don't own Black Lagoon
Oc's: Rooker Kane, Sheila, Jamie, Mai Chang, Victor, Punk, Hans, Celty, Tai
2013 Roanapur
In the city of Roanapur crime is the major in and export. Various criminals from the infamous Russian mob to the Chinese, and all the way to the Americas and beyond are located here. Dealing in weapons, drugs, and money, but as big as these organizations are they still need someone to ship their merchandise and that someone or some ones are the lagoon Company. Currently they were in what some would call a cluster fuck.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Dutch yelled from the diver's chair of the Lagoon. Their latest job, which was supposed to be a simple snatch and go, turned into a real shit fest as the Taiwanese coast guard was hot on their asses. "Sheila! Get these fuckers of us!"
"You got it, Uncle Dutch," Replied the black haired eighteen years old. Sheila also known as "two hands jr" is the daughter of Revy 'two hands' and to everyone's surprise Rock. The resemblance between mother and daughter was uncanny. The only defiance was the color of their hair and their choice of leg wear. Sheila preferred to wear full length jean instead of cut offs. Saying that she didn't want to look alike an easy whore. Her mother gave her a good smack for that one.
RPG in hand the young pirate fired at the 'sea pigs' hitting the closest vessel dead on causing the small speed boat to explode into a splinters.
"Fuck yeah!" Sheila celebrated.
Dutch rolled his eyes at the girl's antics. He really wondered if there was any part of Rock other than his hair color in that girl.
"Don't get head of yourself we still go two more! Jamie how soon till we reach the cut of line?"
"About another ten clicks," the blond computer geek reported. Jamie is the son of Benny and Greenback Jane. His distinctive coffee brown skin and blond hair was a dead giveaway to who his parents where, but was even more incriminating were his insane hacking skills. Already he was on the FBI's most wanted list for stealing over 4.5 million in government funds from the United States.
Dutch tightly griped the controls of the boat. The engines were already to the point of overheating, but it would be well worth the risk if they could make into Roanapur's waters. No law enforcement was dumb enough to cross the line without an army of some sort with them. The two small boats for four didn't count as an army in his book.
"Stop now or we will open fire!" One of the costal guards yelled over the mike. Dutch grabbed hold the throttle and rammed it all the way up to the red. The lagoon bucked tossing anything that wasn't strapped down.
"WHOOHO, Yeah baby!" Sheila screamed excited. Grabbing hold of the AK 47 nearby, she opened fire on their pursuers. Prompting them to drag out the 50 cal. "Oh shit," She yelled driving under the deck just at the bullets whizzed past, cutting the tip of her pony tail.
"Damn the fuckers!" Sheila complained examining her hair. Do you know how long it took it get this long!
"Calm down, Sheila. No need to blow a gasket." Dutch told the girl. There were more important things to worry about. Like about the fact that the Fuckers were literally ripping his ship apart! They had fucken armor piecing rounds loaded and they were making a few too many holes to be comfily with.
Dutch grimaced as another bullet pierced through the walls of the lagoon. "We need to do something. Their aim is getting better." He chuckled. That last one almost took his head off! (BANGBANGBANG!) "FUCK!" Dutch screamed.
"What happened?" Sheila asks turning around to inspect the damage. It wasn't good. A bullet had literally blown Dutch's right hand to mush, spattering it all over the controls and destroying the throttle. The boat began to lose speed just as a RPG rocket launched by the coast guard hit them dead on!
Her ears were ringing, her vision was disoriented. Dutch was yelling for her to do something, but she couldn't make out what it was. He was in bad shape, but he somehow managed to make his way over to her and with his remaining hand drag her with him. From there they gathered up Jamie, who was in his father computer room. He hadn't suffered any injuries yet, and could still stand up straight which was more then she could say for her and Dutch.
They were dragging her now. Something must have hit her on the head, because blood started to dip into her vision. Suddenly the sun shined in her eyes, blinding her, and then it felt like she was floating in the air and landed on something rubbery. Just what the hell was going on?
While Sheila was suffering from her blow to the head, Dutch was instructing Jamie on what to do. "You two get in the Zodiac and get the fuck out of here!" Dutch ordered the computer geek while pushing the small boat way from the lagoon.
Jamie hesitated. "What about you Dutch?"
He stared down at his stubbed hand. "It don't matter now go!"
"But…"
Dutch pulled his pistol and pointed at the geeks head. "I said go!" And he went.
The coast guard boarded the lagoon. They saw the smaller boat leave, but they didn't bother with it; it was just a pair of kids not worth any bounty. But this guy bleeding on the deck, he was worth a lot! They approach with caution the man could just be playing possum.
"You know," Dutch said pulling a cigarette out of pocket. It was his last one, how fitting. "I started doing this years ago, and my first job involved a kid. Funny how my last job ends with kids, right?" He laughed lighting the smoke. "Too bad for you, none of us are going to see tomorrow." He choked out as his the life left his eyes. It was then that the guards took notice of the gas covering the deck. Too little too late, Dutch's cigarette landed in a pool of it and ignited the deck! Burning the guards in a fire storm of flame, they tried to the jump into the water, but the flame had reached the torpedoes which Dutch had rigged with to blow about… now.
Jamie looked back that fierily inferno that was once their boat. He was sure glad Sheila was knocked out. She loved Dutch like he was real family. It would probably be too much for the guntress, no matter how much she was like her mother.
Slowly the blonde made his way to the harbor where their clients, Hotel Moscow were waiting. He handed over the disc that they stole to the Russian mobster took their payment and brought Sheila to the hospital.
When Sheila opened her eyes she was blinded by a bright light. At first she thought she had died and gone up stairs, but figured that couldn't be right. The only place people from Roanapur go is down not up, so she must be somewhere else.
Looking around she saw white wall all around her. The only place with walls this clean other than aunt Balalaika's or uncle Chang's was the hospital. Seeing how there weren't any Russian or Chinese goons or artistry hanging around she guessed she was in the third place.
"Hey you awake." A voice said from the doorway. It was a nurse with blood stains all over her white nurse's outfit. This wasn't uncommon. "Do you know who you are?" The nursed asked.
Sheila rolled her eyes at the question. Of course she knew who she was!
"I'll take that as a yes. Revy did the same thing every time she was brought in for a head injury." The nurse said suppressing a giggle. It wasn't good to laugh. Sometimes you could actually get killed over that because some gangster thought you were mocking them.
"What happened? Where are Jamie and Dutch?" Sheila asked concerned. She had feeling in her gut that she didn't like. Something… something was wrong.
The nurse looked through her notes, flipping through several pages before finding what she was looking for. "Let's see Jamie, blonde hair, tanned skin?"
"Yes that's him!"
"He left two days ago. He told us to give this message. I'm going stay with my folks for a while. Sorry to leave you, but I just can't stay here anymore." The nurse said taking a few steps back. Sheila was gripping the rails of her bed so hard it looked like she was going to bend them!
"Where is Dutch?" She asked quietly. The nurse didn't answer, so she said it again louder. "Where is Dutch?" Still no response. "WHERE THE FUCK IS DUTCH! WHO KNOW BIG BLACK GUY WERES SHADES ALL THE TIME! NOW TELL ME WHERE IS HE!"
Startled the nurse fell to the floor. Sheila pulled the IV from her arm and jumped on top of the frighten woman and began screaming Where is Dutch over and over again till her throat was raw.
Wearily the nurse place her arms around the eighteen year old and patted her on the back saying, "Sorry" over again over.
She knew what she meant. She might have known already. Dutch was dead, Jamie had left, and she was all alone in the city of criminals.
Author's note
The first Chapter is always short. Any way's what do you guys think? I know Sheila seems a little emotional, but she didn't have to go through all the things Revy went through, plus Rock is her father. But she is not crying! That would bring shame to the name of Black lagoon. But give her a break She's eighteen, parents aren't around, (With I will explain in the next chapter) her best friend left and her non blood related Uncle is dead. How would you feel?
1 November 1955[A 1] – 30 April 1975 (19 years, 180 days) Vietnam
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