Alright everyone, here we go with my second story for Black Lagoon. This is a direct sequel to my story, Everything in its Place. Once again it does kinda start out slow, but it will pick up. I am going to try and add some more action to this story than I had in my last one.

I am only going to say this once: Black Lagoon does not belong to me, such a shame.

Your reviews are more than welcome, but keep it clean. Constructive criticism is welcome, but no flames. So here we go with the first chapter in my new story:

Everything Eventually Dies

Chapter 1:

For nearly two weeks after Rock was released from the hospital the Lagoon company had very little work too actually due. Sure they still had the odd run every now and then, but nothing that was paying a substantial amount of money. They were trying to keep their schedules clean, waiting for the call from Balalaika that would say they were heading out.

A few changes had occurred at the apartment since Rock was cleared to leave the hospital. For one, Rock's room was cleaned out, and turned into an office of sorts. The office was Rocks idea, and it gave him a place to work while they were not on the boat. All of Rocks stuff, the small amount that there was, was then moved into Revy's room.

Next the new pair quickly discovered how hard it is for two people to sleep on a twin size mattress. After the second time Revy threatened to kill him if he did not move over, Rock went out the next day and found a larger mattress of the two. Of course, then they had to break in the mattress for the next day in a half.

For the most part, the Lagoon Company was enjoying the time that they had off. Benny was currently upgrading his computer, Dutch spent most of the time repairing the boat, and Rock was trying to get some new customers and working on relationships with the old customers. Revy was the only one not enjoying the peace.

"Ah son of a fuckin bitch. When the fuck is fry-face going to fucking call us so we can go and fucking kill someone!"

Rock ducked his head down as the plate that Revy was using flew over his head and crashed into the wall behind him. Over time he had learned to predict Revy's mood and actions. He had also learned how to get through these situations alive.

"I am almost done with what I have to do here. How about we hit the Yellow Flag after this."

Revy, who was currently sitting on the couch, got up and walked over to him. "Ah fuck Rock, if I did not know better I would say that you just wanted to get me drunk. Fuck man, if you really want me that bad all yeah had to do is ask. If I can't kill someone, then I suppose that a good fuck will be just as good."

Hey, Rock was a guy after all. He immediately changed the plans. "On that note then, the Flag can wait awhile."

Revy gave him a grin. "Damn straight Rocky-boy."

Balalaika sat behind her desk listening to her Sergeant give off a report that he had just received.

"-and that is all Kapitan. We have their location and we can begin to move out as soon as you are ready."

"What sort of man do we have there Sergeant?"

"Moscow has given the city to desk jockey that worked his way up. He doesn't keep a tight hold on dealings going on in his area, and Moscow is starting to grow tired of him."

She clipped the end off of her cigar and leaned back in her chair. "So I take it that Moscow wants us to shake it up, just like in Tokyo?"

Boris flipped through the folder and pulled out another sheet. "They say that they want us to shake things up. But not as bad as we did in Tokyo. They actually want some their officers to be alive after we leave."

"There 'officers'," she said lighting her cigar, "are nothing more than a bunch of pussies that do not know shit. We will do what we want and if anyone gets in our way, I want them to be run down."

"Is there anything you need Kapitan?"

"Yes Sergeant," she said looking out the window, "I want you to call the Lagoon Company and let them know of our travel situation. I want them ready to leave in two days."

"Yes Kapitan, but with all due respect. Why do we need them on this trip? We are more than capable in handling this on our own."

"Yes we can Sergeant. But none of our men have ever been in the US. Dutch, Rebecca, and Benny were all born in America. They know how things work there. Plus, they deserve a little vengeance in this whole affair, don't you Sergeant."

"Yes Kapitan. I will make the arrangements now by your leave."

She gave him a nod and watched him leave the room. Staring out into the city of Roanapur she took a deep drag on her cigar. If all of this worked out well, they would gain more power in the US, not to mention make their name well known. She had never got nervous before, but for some reason, she could not shake the feeling that something was going to happen soon.

Rock took a deep drink from his beer finishing it off. Once it was empty, he set it down on the table in front of him, and straightened himself on the couch. Revy was next to him with her mouth slightly open. She had passed out about thirty minutes ago.

Dutch was still down working on the boat, and Benny was in his room working on whatever it was that he did in his free time. More than likely he was talking with Jane.

Picking up the remote, he started to scroll through the channels. There was nothing on the damn TV, like always. The news was reporting on a body that was found floating in the river nearby. But in this city, that was nothing new or exciting. After surfing for a few minutes, he finally stumbled upon an action movie that at least looked semi-interesting.

Setting the remote back down he settled in to watch. For past couple of days now, all the members of Lagoon had been on edge. There wasn't really any tension between the members, but they were all bored out of their minds with nothing to do.

The phone suddenly rang, startling Rock and forcing Revy awake.

"Who the fuck is that ass hole!" She yelled.

If there was one thing Revy was not, it was a nice person when she was suddenly woken up. Rock recalled one of the first times he had to wake her up. She had given him a black eye that lasted for a month. After that he stood at arm's length from her whenever he had to wake her up.

Getting up quickly, Rock raced over to the phone. "Lagoon Company," he said in his best business like voice.

"Mr. Okajima, this is Boris from Hotel Moscow."

Thank god, he just about shouted. "Yes Mr. Boris, what can we do for you today?"

"The Kapitan has decided that it is time for us to make our move. The Lagoon Company will have tickets waiting for them at the airport by tomorrow morning. Please be ready to leave immediately."

"Thank you very much Mr. Boris. If I may know, where are we heading?"

After listing to the last of the Sergeants instructions for the group, Rock said his good-byes and returned the phone to the receiver. Turning back, Revy was now off the couch, and taking a hit from a bottle of Bacardi.

"So," she said taking a breather, "where is the sis sending us this time Rocky-boy?"

"Well, you might enjoy it this time. I know that you said while we were in Tokyo that you hated the cold."

"Well no shit. You in their right fuckin minds would live in the fucking cold all year?"

"Well you do not have to worry about getting cold this time."

"Rock," she said leaning close to him, "if you do not tell me where the fuck we are headin, I might just go frigid on your ass."

That was one threat that he would never want to test. Although he highly doubted that she could hold out for a prolonged period of time either.

"Well Revy, this time you, I, Dutch, and Benny are all heading to Miami."

In Washington D.C., a young FBI agent by the name of Robert Juvall was heading towards the department heads office.

Robert, or Rob as he liked to be called by his friends, was a very skilled agent, and he had no problem flaunting that fact. His only problem, according to his records, was that he was too sure of himself. But then again, he had never failed to solve a case and had more arrest under his belt than any other agent in the department.

He also knew that he looked good, and had most of the office women swooning to in their attempts to see him. His long black hair often got in front of his face, but he did not mind that. It scared the shit out of the people he was interrogating when his hair was covering his eyes.

Arriving at the office door of Detective Goodwill, he knocked and waited to be invited in. The senior agent's secretary came out first. "Agent Juvall, Mr. Goodwill has been waiting for you, please come in."

Walking in, he gave a quick wink to the secretary, causing her to blush before she shut the door on him. Turning back to the department head, he sat down across from the aging director. The old man closed the file that he was reading and looked him in the eye. Juvall had never liked the department head, thought he was too old to do his job, but he was not dumb enough to know that without this idiots help, he would never get a directors job.

"Agent Juvall, according to your file, you are an outstanding agent, with a 95% arrest rate. You have also worked on several cold cases and help to solve them."

"Well thank you director, I have been doing my best." He kept calm on the outside, but on the inside he knew that the new director job that just opened was his.

"Yes, but even with this impressive file, you are not being given the new director position."

His heart just about stopped. Rising to his feet he slammed his fist down onto the agent's desk. "Well why the hell not? I am the best fucking agent here so why shouldn't I get the position."

"Agent Juvall, sit your ass down now." Even though the agent was old, he could still scare the shit out of his employee's when he wanted too.

Once he was seated the department head picked up where he left off. "Now as I was saying. You will not be given the job as the new director. It says in your file that you do not work well in a team, and that you lack the proper skills to be a director. So, instead I am assigning you the Organized Crime Unit, you will be heading out to your new home after you leave this office."

Rob was trying very hard to control his anger at this point. He had always had a short temper, got it from his dad. Standing, he quickly headed towards the exit. Holding onto the door knob, he looked back at the agent. "Do I at least get to know where I am being sent too?"

"Of course Agent Juvall, you are being sent to Miami; now get the hell out of my office."

Well there we are my first chapter in this story. I know it was a little short and boring, but it will speed up. Once again your reviews are more than welcome, although I would like to ask a question to y'all.

Do you y'all like shorter chapters more often or longer chapters less frequently? Let me know. Well, I'll see y'all in the next chapter. See ya.