Authors notes: Hi guys, Kable here. This idea suddenly just popped up in my head and I decided to write it down. This is my first fic ever, hope you enjoy it! Constructive criticism is welcome.
ON THE CARGO SHIP Maria Zeleska, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SOUTH CHINA SEA.
Revy grinned.
Bullets whizzed past her head as she hid behind a cargo crate.
"These people are so dead" said Revy, reloading her Cutlasses.
"You bet, Revy. Very unsmart for them to mount a direct attack against Balalaika. She will probably kill them all when she finds out" said Dutch, who was also hiding behind the same cargo crate.
More bullets poured in, slowly tearing up the cover they were behind.
"Fuck" Dutch shouted as a bullet grazed his arm holding the shotgun. He was losing his calmness due to the ridiculous amount of bullets being shot at them.
"Don't they know bullets cost money?" he mumbled.
Revy and Dutch were pinned down. Surrounding them were at least a dozen men wearing weird clown masks armed with submachine guns.
"Hmph, yeah. Balalaika will kill them all, that is if we don't kill them now" Revy said with a smirk. Time to be the great Revy two-hands.
In one swift move, she jumped out of cover, guns blazing. The first to enter her sights were two clowns shooting behind a box a few feet away.
"Hey dumbasses, those masks blocking your veiw?"
She fired two precise rounds, causing both of them flying backwards with holes in their foreheads.
After landing down in front of the box after her jump, more men appeared from a hallway in front.
"Dutch! Now!"
"Aye"
A shotgun poked out of from behind the cargo crate. Dutch fired three times, the shotgun pellets literally ripped three men apart. Their blood splattered onto a wall.
Then it was Revy's turn.
In front of her stood 8 men, all looking like dumbasses in clown masks.
They all started firing blindly towards Dutch, who was already hiding behind the cargo crate.
She leaped out of cover running forward, taking out 2 men on her left and another 3 men on her right.
All the bullets fired at her missed her due to her amazing agility and plot armor.
She quickly hid behind a crate as the remaining three men became smart and hid behind the corner of the hallway in front.
"My my my...what are you all hiding for? Have some fun! We barely get such worthy opponents" a man said as he slowly walked up to those hiding at the corner from behind.
This man didn't wear a mask. Instead he had clown makeup on his face. His face was mostly white, with two dark circles around his eyes and a really long red line of red stretching from almost ear to ear, making his mouth look very wide.
With a dark grin, he stepped forward. It was then all the clowns noticed he was holding a RPG on his right side. They all stepped aside to let him pass.
"Clearing Roanapur trash, one scumbag at a time" said the makeup man.
Revy peeked out to see why all the gunfire had stopped, only to find out the weirdest man of the enemy group aiming a rocket launcher at her.
"Shit!" she yelled as she stood up and started running.
It was too late. The man fired, and as the rocket hit the ground the explosion sent her flying forwards then hitting the floor with a thud.
"Ugh..." Revy groaned, slowly crawling to the cargo crate where Dutch was.
Everything she saw was blurry. The sound of Dutch retaliating with his shotgun, shrapnel hitting various places near the explosion and the sound of the clown men running back into cover all sounded muffled.
"Boss! What now?" A clown mask man asked.
The clown makup man looked at him.
"Now that insane woman is down, its only a matter of time before they break. You guys handle this, I'll be on the other side of this ship, some of those Russians are still alive and fighting back"
Dutch quickly pulled Revy back intp cover. Both of them were clearly exhausted. Dutch's arm was bleeding, and Revy was half conscious.
"I'm afraid we can't hold out much longer. We need to get out of here" said Dutch.
"We fucked up this time. That hallway is the only way out of this room, yet its blocked by those motherfuckers" replied Revy.
Rock crept quietly into the hallway. He was hiding behind a box from a man that had clown makeup all over his face that walked pass him just a few moments ago. He looked down the hallway, seeing a group of men wearing clown masks looking inside the room. All of them had their backs at him.
"Dutch, Revy, Are you guys still in that room?" Rock said into his earpiece
"Rock! Were getting killed down here, got any idea's?" replied Dutch.
"...I think ive got a good one"
He looked next to him, and his eyes widened. In front of him sat a wooden box with three RPG-7's, three rockets and two frag grenades.
"This is hotel Moscow's ship, there had to be some of these just lying around"
"Guess I'm going to have to borrow your stuff, Balaika."
He hesitated for a moment after picked up a RPG and a rocket.
He did not like firearms as he preferred using communication to solve problems. But now a group of heavily armed phsycopaths stood in front of him. Phsycopaths that were crazy enough to directly board and raid Hotel Moscow's cargo ship. Not to mention Revy and Dutch were being pinned down and soon it would be too late.
"Fuck this. I am ready."
Although he had almost no experience in firearms of any kind, the gun was designed to be handled easily. Sliding a rocket into the launcher, he took aim.
'Three men, all camping in one spot. One shot is enough'
He took a deep breath, then pulled the trigger.
The rocket was send propelling towards to the man standing in the middle of the three. None of them even bothered to turn around and look, since they were to busy trying to shoot the crap out of Revy and Dutch. Then rocket buried itself from behind into the abdomen of the man.
"Arrgh...fuck!"
The man looked down, shivering in pain and panic. To his horror, he saw a tip of a rocket sticking right out his body. The rocket had almost gone through him, and was now stuck on him.
"What the hell" the other two gasped, still trying to figure out what happened to their partner.
Rock had a dumbfounded look on his face.
'Wasn't it supposed to blow up on impact?
There was a thing that Rock didn't know. The rocket was a anti-personel warhead, meaning it was fit with a impact fuse and a 4.5 second fuse.
The two that were not hit turned around and looked at Rock. Just as they were about to raise their weapons, the rocket exploded.
The man in the middle was killed instantly. His body split into two chunks of meat. The two beside him were knocked sideways by the explosion, shrapnel and body parts tearing through them.
Revy and Dutch looked in amusement as the people shooting at them were blown into bits and pieces.
"Rock, what the hell did you do?" Revy asked through her earpiece.
"I...I blew them up with a rocket launcher"
"Both Dutch and Revy's jaws dropped to the floor from what they had just heard. They walked out of cover to the hallway, seeing a bloody pile of guts and a Japanese man holding a rocket launcher from not far behind.
Dutch grinned. "Rock, you are one crazy ass son of a bitch"
Revy started laughing. "Rock, that was about as good as shooting down a helicopter with torpedoes! Looks like you finally proved yourself not that useless afterall, dumbass"
"Never underestimate a Japanese businessman" replied Rock.
"Where did you get that?" asked Dutch, pointing to the RPG in Rock's hand.
"From a box in this hallway. I hope Balalaika won't mind me borrowing a few"
"I'm sure she won't. She'd better give us extra pay once were done, since she said this was just a simple transportation job. Ok. Now lets get out of here. Benny! You still on the boat?" Dutch said into his earpiece.
"Yep. Been here the whole time" replied Benny.
"Alright. Where are you now? We need to get off this damn ship" asked Dutch. The sound of gunfire still came from the other side of the ship, indicating Hotel Moscow was still putting up a fight.
"I'm at the starboard side front of the ship. You guy's better move fast, I'm detecting multiple ships coming our way, probably Thai navy"
Suddenly the ground started rumbling.
Dutch kneeled down, putting his hand on the floor feeling the vibration.
"This better not be what I think it is" said Dutch.
"Hell, is that fucking tank or something?" yelled Revy. The sound of the rumbling was starting to get louder and louder.
Dutch looked at Rock. "Rock, grab a few more ammo for that RPG you're holding, we might need it later"
Rock had a helpless look on his face. 'Seriously? A tank? On a cargo ship?'
He ran to the box where he got the RPG from and took out another rocket, sliding it on to the RPG. Then the two frag grenades inside caught his attention. Without much thinking, he grabbed one of them and put them into his pocket.
"Let's move!" commanded Dutch.
The three of them started running down the hallway.
"We need to get up to the deck, than to the starboard side of the ship in the front. Benny has the boat parked there" Dutch added.
Three or four more clowns appeared from doorways left and right. Without giving them time to react, Revy riddled them with bullets as they ran past. She then dropped the magazines from both of her Cutlasses, reloading them each one by one.
"I'm down to my last two clips. Are we almost there, Dutch?" she shouted.
Before Dutch could reply, they ran up a staircase and reached the deck of the ship. Sunlight shone in on their faces. Rock raised his hand to block the sunlight. Then his jaws dropped. 20 meters in front of them was a Soviet era T-72. Standing around the tank were a few more clowns, brandishing AK-47's.
The tank fired at them.
"ROCK!" a voice yelled. Rock felt a hand on his shirt collar, it pulled on him violently causing him to stumble forwards. He then fell down behind a cargo crate, his face landing on something soft.
Revy's eyes twiched. "Rock, get off me before I put a bullet between your eyes."
Rock lifted his face up, looking at what he landed on. It was Revy's thighs.
'She does manage to keep her body in a very well shape, despite her diet consisted mostly of pizzas and rum. How amazing she... fuck! Why am I thinking this?'
He quickly sat himself up. His face turned slightly red. "Um...sorry Revy. I didn't mean to do it. Not at all"
"Huh. Anyways we got bigger problems now" said Revy.
'Now what the hell was he staring at?'
She raised her two Cutlasses, peeked out of cover and started shooting, taking down another three clowns in the process. "Rock, you think you can hit that tank over there?"
"I think so. I'll give it a try"
Meanwhile, Dutch was behind another crate, a few meters away from Rock and Revy.
He stuck his hand out and started shooting with his revolver.
Noticing the two were giving him cover fire, Rock stood up and aimed his RPG at the T-72. The tank wasn't moving, presumably the crew was still reloading the next shell. He fired the rocket.
BOOM! The rocket exploded on the tank, knocking down all those standing nearby. After the smoke cleared, Rock looked at the tank not believing his own eyes. There was a dent on the side of the turret, but the tank was still intact.
Rock, Revy and Dutch all ducked down behind cover. "Rock, was that a anti-personnel round? You dumbass!" Revy shouted, although her face didn't seem so mad.
'Did Rock just shoot a tank with an RPG? Ain't a bad thing for this wimpy salaryman to tough up a bit sometimes'
"Revy and Dutch, on the count to three, you two give me some cover fire. I'm gonna blow that bastard up" said Rock.
Dutch raised his eyebrows. What was his crazy employee going to do now?
"Ok"
"Rock, what's up with you? You seem out of character today" asked Revy, grinning.
"I guess I get really excited, when I'm in a life and death situation" replied Rock, with a slight smirk on his face.
"OK. ONE, TWO THREE!"
Revy and Dutch popped out, shooting whatever they had left in their guns.
Rock set out to do the craziest thing he had ever done in his life. He leaped out of cover and started running towards the tank. The turret of the tank started turning, trying to aim at Rock. But he was running too fast. In a few seconds he was right in front of the tank. He pulled out the pin on the grenade he got from his pocket and placed it in the gun barrel of the tank. The grenade started rolling down the barrel. Rock then sprinted as fast as he could away from the tank and proned on the ground.
The grenade rolled down the barrel and exploded, simultaneously detonating the HE shell loaded inside. A huge explosion occurred. The barrel of the gun separated from the turret and dropped onto the ground. Smoke and bits of flame made its way through the cracks made by the explosion. Few seconds later a man on fire appeared from the hatch, desperately trying to get out. Only to be shot in the head by Revy.
"Damn! I really should have brought a camera!" Revy hollered.
All the other clowns were either dead or unconscious, because of Revy and Dutch's cover fire plus the explosion from the tank.
"Rock, you ok?" said Dutch, rising up from behind his cover.
Rock got up and turned around to look at the broken tank. "YOU GOT FUCKED!" he yelled, gesturing a middle finger in his right hand. A huge smirk was what Revy and Dutch saw on Rock's face before he passed out and fell to the ground.
"He was too close to the tank when it blew up. I'm guessing the shockwave knocked him out" said Dutch.
Revy smirked. After seeing her 'partner' pull of an amazing feat which she had never done before, she couldn't stop thinking about it.
Although she didn't realize it herself, she, the great big Revy two-hands, in her own emotionally crippled way, has romantic feelings for Rock(quote from Black Lagoon wikia).
"Let go Revy. Benny and the boat is just ahead. I'll go pickup our employee of the month" said Dutch.
"Nah, I'll carry him" answered Revy.
Dutch was half surprised at her response. Everybody around Revy had already come to the conclusion she and Rock had special relationships, since Revy behaved alot more civilized amd was alot more self aware near Rock. Rock was the only man capable of changing her like this.
She walked up and picked Rock up, slumping him over her shoulders.
Both made their way to the front starboard side of the ship, and found a emergency ladder leading down to their PT boat. They moved slowly down the ladder and opened the hatch of the boat, stepping inside. The sound of the ongoing gunfight between the clowns and the Russians echoed in the distance.
And that's the end of this chapter. I don't know if I'm going to be continuing this, because I have a college entrance exam coming up and don't have much time. You guys can probably just consider this story as a short story about Rock being a badass. However, if I do come up with more ideas and have enough time, I'll be adding more chapters.
-Kable