Bloodhound
Based on Black Lagoon created by Rei Hiroe
All characters here are fictional unless specified
Roberta will be the only one to appear here
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Colombia
Sister Rosalita walked the dusty, unpaved roads heading towards the town of Santa Monica, deep in the Andes. It was summer, the weather is punishingly hot, but Rosalita didn't mind. All that matters is for her to get to Santa Monica, a small town near the foot of the majestic Dońa Juana volcano that dominates the landscape. Farmlands acres wide littered the landscape, with the occasional farmer house dotting in the green fields.
Despite her flowing nun dress, Sister Rosalita has a beauty that cannot be disguised. Tall and shapely, she is undeniably strong as she is carrying a heavy-looking duffel bag with minimum effort. Her beautiful but sad-looking face is the only one showing on her veil, her eyes covered with large, metal-framed circular spectacles. She scanned the horizon as she walked slowly towards her destination.
She remembered this place all too well. Many years ago she was walking in this same unpaved road. Virtually nothing has change. Rosalita could still remember all the trees lining the road, although she could also see modernization taking place. Wooden farm houses are now being replaced by concrete and stone. Electricity and internet is now the norm even on this sleepy farming community. Rosalita was glad of the changes, but she misses her childhood when life was still simple.
Things have greatly changed. She is now older, and despite of her attire, Rosalita is not a woman of the church. It's her only way to move relatively free in the country where she is in the list of most wanted criminals. Rosalita is her real name, but she is known as Roberta, the notorious Bloodhound of Florencia.
And Roberta is heading for Santa Monica with one purpose on her mind.
She could now clearly see the welcome sign on the town. Roberta stopped when she heard vehicles behind her. She moved out of the road as a convoy of expensive-looking SUV's flanked by police cars sped past her. Roberta knew this village was mostly populated by poor peasants, black SUV's screamed "corrupt politician".
Roberta tried to suppress her anger. These corrupt politicians, as well as corrupt police officers are the worst of the worst. They drained the government treasury to sustain their lavish lifestyle. They stayed in power through goons, guns and gold. They have extravagant parties on their mansions while peasants are suffering from hunger. They drive expensive cars, escorted by armed bodyguards that would shoot without provocation.
Roberta hated rich men that prey upon the poor and the weak. It was this abuse that led her to the path of violence. For her, corrupt politicians are already guilty of crimes against humanity. They are usually subject for extermination. The Bloodhound of Florencia will make sure of that.
But that was a long time ago. Roberta didn't come here to kill anyone. Not yet, at least.
Sister Rosalita continued walking the path. She heard another vehicle as she walked past the welcome sign. She again moved out of the road as the jeep passed her.
The vehicle stopped. Four burly men dismounted.
Roberta's defense system switched red.