Disclaimer: I got the idea for this fan fic after watching Black Lagoon and from another story I wanted to write. Basically what happens is the Lagoon crew put out wanted ads for new crewmembers but only get two hits, one a guy who specialises in mostly close range combat and weapons and a few guns, problem is he doesn't speak or make a single sound and the only emotions he shows are a completely blank expression and varied degrees anger. The other is his hot girlfriend who always dresses up like Cammy from street fighter, she also uses close and ranged weapons and is somehow able to communicate with the guy. And this of course like my other fan fics is M rated for foul language and sexual situations and some Revy bashing, mostly because I find her to be an annoying bitch sometimes. Anyway enjoy. Oh and I haven't seen the whole series yet, but who cares this is fan fiction. And there might be some OOC behaviour.
"Speech"
'Thought'
"Communications"
Hidden in plain Sight.
"Rock you fucking asshole! Care to explain what the fuck this is!" Revy shouted, obviously pissed off again as she slammed a wanted ad on the coffee table.
Rock let out a sigh as he continued with his work, a year of living in Roanapur and he had learnt how to shut out most of the female gunslinger's ranting, though he did spare the document a glance then went back to calculating the Lagoon Company's expenditures from the last job.
"It's a wanted ad for extra crew," Rock replied, his fingers flying over the calculator.
"I know that you fucking dumbass, what I want to know is why this is the first I've heard about it?" Revy asked, pointing at the offending paper.
"What are you talking about? We've had this posted for the last week but so far no one wants to work for us and I think it has something to do with you," Rock answered, still not looking up from the paper work. "Anyone with experience we need hates your guts or they want you to suck their cocks,"
"So what? If someone pays me I'll suck their cock, hell I'll let them fuck me for the right price," Revy replied flopping back on the couch beside him. "Want a blow job?"
"Not if it's going to cost me," Rock mumbled at the same time there was a knock at the door, it was Dutch who answered it.
"Can I help you two?" the bulking African-American asked.
"Yeah we're here about your wanted ad for extra crew," replied a decidedly female voice.
"Come on in then," Dutch said stepping aside, letting the pair enter. "We just need to do a short interview before we decide if you can work for us,"
Looking away from the ceiling Revy raised an eyebrow at the new pair, the woman looked around her mid twenties, very svelte with long blonde hair done up in two pigtails and deep purple eyes, her bust was a size and a half smaller than Revy's and she had curves in all the right places. She was dressed in a high-neck sleeveless green leotard which was high cut on her thighs and from the looks of it, barely covered her nether regions that were shaved clean and a beret on her head. Strapped to her right thigh was a gun holster with revolver and on her left was a knife that looked similar to the ones Shenhua used. Her male companion on the other hand made Revy think he was a bodyguard, he was dressed in all black. Black combat boots, black pants and tank top, black fingerless gloves with a metal plate just above the knuckles and a black short sleeve jacket sporting multiple pockets. His face had a nasty looking scar that ran from his hair line over his left eye and down his cheek stopping several inches from his jaw, his expression was totally blank even his jade eyes gave nothing away and around his waist was a gun belt holding two large silver-white revolvers, a sword strapped to his back and a pouch connected to the back of his belt.
'What is it with people and swords? Guns are way better,' Revy thought as the pair took a seat on the other couch.
"Ok, to start off we'd like your names, age and experiences," Rock said, lighting a pair of cigarettes for himself and Revy.
"They don't need to tell us their experiences, Rock. They can show us if we hire them. Just tell us your names and who recommended you to us," Dutch countered, noticing the male guest's gaze sweep over everyone in the room. 'Assessing possible threats I see, he's an insightful one,'
"Oh well, I'm Jessica Walker and this is Alex, and this lady called Balalaika recommended us," Jessica answered, taking an envelope handed to her by Alex. "Oh yeah she also told us to deliver this letter to Dutch, something about a new job,"
"Hmm, I wonder what miss high and might has for us this time," Dutch mumbled taking the envelop from Jessica and extracting the letter inside. "Looks like we have to pick up some crates from the docks and deliver them to a French cargo ship by midnight tonight and we're to take these two with us. Seems Balalaika wants us to test them before we decide if they can join. Sounds simple enough,"
"Everything sounds simple until it all goes to fuck," Revy groaned, grounding her cigarette in an ash tray. "So we leaving now or what?"
"Yeah we're leaving now, but I doubt the six of us will fit into the roadrunner," Dutch answered, rubbing his bald head.
"That's ok, I'll just take Alex's lap, we're still waiting for his motorcycle to be delivered," Jessica replied, patting Alex's left leg.
"Well alright then, Benny! Get the cars started, we've got a job to do!" Dutch shouted, a few seconds later guy almost as tall as himself came out of another room with an unshaved face wearing a loud Hawaiian shirt, tan slacks and glasses with his blonde hair tied back in a ponytail.
"Yeah yeah, I hear ya," he groaned, chugging down the last of an energy drink. "So who are these two?"
"Alex and Jessica, our new crewmen if the job goes smoothly," Dutch replied, grabbing his shotgun as they all filed out of the office with Revy and himself bringing up the rear.
"I was wondering when someone would answer those ads," Benny mumbled, starting the engine as they all climbed into the roadrunner with Rock between Revy and their potential new crewmen.
Travelling down the road to the docks Rock and Revy noticed Alex's expression soften slightly as Jessica rolled the back window down, enjoying the warm Indian ocean wind on her face.
"Hey Alex, are you Jessica's bodyguard or something?" Rock asked, only to be answered by silence. The only acknowledgement he received was Alex looking briefly in his direction, then back at Jessica somehow causing her to look back at the man whose lap she occupied.
"Sorry Alex, I guess I forgot to mention it," Jessica said, scratching the back of her head nervously.
"Mention what? He didn't say anything," Rock replied.
"Well you see the thing is..., Alex hasn't spoken a single word since he was five, in fact the only sounds he makes are his natural bodily functions. I've been the only person who can tell what he wants to say and it's been like that since we trained together under my father," Jessica explained, shift in Alex's lap to wrap an arm around the back of his neck. "And he is my bodyguard in a way, considering he's my boyfriend,"
"BOYFRIEND!! You got to be fucking kidding me! I don't want to be having a pair of love birds keeping me up all night fucking each other's brains out!" Revy objected, very strongly.
"You can watch if you want. Alex doesn't care and I can't concentrate on anything except the pleasure, most of the time and when he's not smacking me with a new toy," Jessica replied, as Alex buried her nose in her neck while his right hand caressed her right inner thigh.
"No thanks, I'm not into BDSM even if it's only watching," Revy mumbled grumpily, crossing her arms behind her head.
"Well it doesn't matter to me what you're into, so I don't care if you fuck each other to death, as long as we get paid and don't die that's all that matters," Dutch said as they arrived at the dock where the Lagoon was moored, with the cargo waiting to be loaded on the back of a flatbed truck. Several armed Russians standing around it. "Right, I'll get the Lagoon ready to go. Alex, Jessica and Rock, you three help those guys and start loading the crates. Benny get below and plot our course, I want to get going in 30 minutes,"
"What about me?" Revy asked, currently bored out of her mind.
"I don't know, why don't you see if we've stocked up on ammo or something. I'm sure your guns could use a cleaning too," Dutch replied, exiting the car along with the others.
Grumbling under her breath Revy decided to check the ammo and clean her guns on route to the rendezvous, that left her with helping load the cargo onto the boat, but it seemed like the new pair, Rock and Balalaika's guys had things handled. She wasn't going to admit it to anyone but when she saw Alex carrying two crates at once she found herself impressed and wondering how a medium built guy could lift that much on his own. Dutch was at least two builds bigger and he could only carry one crate depending on the weight, the same was with the new girl, she was easily hauling a single crate by herself while Rock and Balalaika's boys had to work in pairs to get the last 3 crates onto the Lagoon. She was cut out of her musing as one of the Russian guys called her over.
"Hey, Two Hands! While you just standing around, take these bags with you," he said dumping two duffle bags at her feet. "They belong to the newbie's,"
"Do I look like a fucking bag boy to you?" Revy grouched, taking the bags anyway.
Once the cargo was secured the Lagoon made its out of the harbour and out to sea, Revy spent almost an hour cleaning her guns in her cabin but there was something about Alex and Jessica that didn't seem right to her. Her musing eventually lead her above deck in one of the two lookout posts watching the pair spar at the bow with a cigarette slowly shrivelling between her lips, aside from their abnormal strength their moves didn't seem raise any flags. During lunch the Lagoon crew got a chance to see the guns their new comrades had, only to be curious at how they came across 8 inch slimed down Mateba Unica revolvers, well all except Rock. (A/N: Think Vash's gun from Trigun.)
"I've never seen a gun like that before," Rock gasped, as the pair cleaned their deadly equipment.
"Nice aren't they? These babies are heavily modified Mateba Unica revolvers, packs way more power than normal and is accurate to an inch at 10 yards," Jessica said proudly snapping the gun shut with a flick of her wrist then tossing it to Rock. "Here,"
"Holy shit! How heavy is this thing?" Rock exclaimed in surprise, having to use two hands to hold up the gun. "I don't get how you can lift this thing so easily, let alone use it to kill someone,"
"Meh, Alex and I have gotten used to it, besides Alex's guns are 500 grams heavier and that's without bullets," Jessica shrugged, taking the gun back.
"So where'd you guys get hardware like that? It's not something you can easily get your hands on," Dutch asked, stuffing a fork full of spaghetti O's into his mouth.
"My father knew this really great gunsmith who made these for us when we were 15, took us about month before we got used to the weight and another month before we could fire as accurately as we do now," Jessica replied, pressing the barrel release on the side. "After the guy taught us how to do all maintenance by ourselves he tried raping me, even invited Alex to stick his cock in my mouth to keep me from screaming too much,"
"So what happened?" Rock asked, munching on a slice of pizza.
"Alex stuck his gun in the guy's mouth and pulled the trigger, then fucked my brains out for the first time right next to the guy's corpse. After it was over I was covered in bite marks and hickeys, of course I couldn't walk properly until the next morning but it was worth it," she said with a loopy grin on her face, while loading her gun.
"That has got to be one of the stupidest fucking stories I've ever hear! I think you made the whole thing up you stupid fucking bitch!" Revy shouted, turning her head away as she brought her can of beer to her lips.
Faster than anyone could have seen Alex shot up off the couch, reached for something from under the back of his jacket and threw it at the female gunslinger, which imbedded itself in the wall intersecting the top half of her beer can, just a few millimetres from her thumb. Everyone except Jessica froze on the spot at the large four bladed shuriken that could have easily killed the tattooed woman, Benny had dropped his own can on the floor with his eyes and jaw wide open. Dutch who was about to light a cigarette had the lit lighter less than an inch from the tip of the cancer stick as it barely hung between his lips, Rock wasn't fairing any better, the pizza he was about to take a bite of was hanging just outside his open maw. And Revy had the beer can up to her mouth ready to chug down the rest of the liquor, now it was trickling out where the shuriken had sliced through and she was almost pissing herself from shock.
"I guess I should have warned everyone that Alex doesn't like when people call me a bitch," Jessica said, breaking the silence, yet she hadn't even looked up from loading her gun.
Walking over to the stunned woman Alex yanked the shuriken from the wall with his right hand and grabbing a fist full of Revy's tank top and gun harness with his left hauled her ass off the second couch and out of the room.
"Hey! Where the fuck are you taking me?" she demanded, forgetting he didn't speak.
"So uh, where is he taking Revy?" Rock asked shakily, being the second to regain his speech. "And what's he going to do to her?"
"Nothing too bad. Alex never hurts women unless they really deserve it or if they're whores, but anger is about the only emotion you'll ever see on his face," Jessica replied, helping herself to a slice of pizza.
Disclaimer: The reason for Alex's lack of speech will be revealed eventually and why he was able to carry two crates by himself, as well as how Jessica knew what Alex said without him looking at her or making a sound. Oh yeah, the shuriken he uses is the same one Sasuke favours in Naruto, if anyone watches Naruto.