Tomb Raider | Black Lagoon Crossover, Tag: Pfangirl
Revvy's Perspective: Chapter 2, Following Lara's perspective, Chapter 1 (Under Pfangirl's Account)
Revvy was sitting at the back of a shitty, locally rusted taxi fingering her extra cartridges. She peered up every now and again, checking to see if the toff and her Mongolian escort exited the building. She sighed irritably and swore at the tiny slip of Asian woman next to her.
"Fuck's sake, Shenhua! What the fuck are we waiting for?! Lets just go down there and get the goods before she returns!"
The Taiwanese assassin took a drag of her cigarette and shook her head fetchingly. Two cheap little plastic blades for earrings rattled delicately below her ears.
"Tsk tsk... Typicaw twinkie. You got noh respec faw the dead. Those ancient Mongows put things in place down there that would tear you seven extra sets of matching asshoes."
Revvy rolled her eyes.
"Superstitious Taoist twat. What the fuck do you know about Ghengis Khan?"
"Ptoh! Stupid twinkie! Yu think I knoh fuck-nothing, but I tew yu, I know fuck-aw!
You a fucking trigger-happy hothead, twinkie. Mr Chang tells me that kurazy Engrish bitch has survived an entire isrand of inbred paramiritary by fucking or killing them all... or someting. She's crawled out of more evil holes in the ground than a cockroach in yoh shitty apahtment. She beat the shit out of some reportoh with his own camera or cock... or someting. You really wanna go fuck around in those tombs with that shit breathing poisonous engrish tea fumes down yoh neck?"
Revvy was still choking back her snorts of laughter when Dutch growled a soft warning from the front seat.
"Heads up. Here comes our contact."
A man dressed in the Mongol boarder patrol uniform walked up to the taxi. He held a duffel bag at his side. Another of Chang's men. He nodded to Dutch and climbed in the back, beside Shenhua. Revvy looked questioningly at Dutch while Chang's men conferred in Chinese. Then the first, their driver, drawled in slow, but good English.
"The English woman is going down tonight. We are lucky. There are two female guards at the tomb's entrance tonight. We go now to relieve them of life's duty."
He smiled a flat, reptilian smile and started up the taxi. While they drove, the newcomer handed Revvy and Shenhua female military uniforms. Revvy shrugged the uniform over her skin-tight black wetsuit, while Shenhua stripped indecently down to nothing but her hidden knife holsters and thong. The man in the back-seat tried his best to seem indifferent to Shenhua's exposed tits, but Revvy found it hard to believe he was completely unaffected, when even she herself was secretly admiring the other woman's perfectly pert mounds and outrageously hard nipples.
Shenhua had a fuck-tonne of nipple confidence. She snorted as Shenhua took her time getting changed, brushing indecently against the slowly reddening Triad informant.
"You're such a whore, Chinglish."
Shenhua chuckled at that. They both knew that if the man in the back seat tried anything or even leered at Shenhua, he would find a small blade suddenly wedged between his cock and his balls before he even realised what was going on.
The compound appeared to be a military storage area, with a hastily set up prefab Officers' building and a few storage containers housing supplies. Only a trained eye would see that the relaxed looking soldiers were armed far beyond the requirements of a storage barracks or that theses soldiers all had the cold eyes of deadly efficiency and the confident glide of professional killers.
Which help Revvy and Shenhua fit right in. The guards they had just dispatched were still warm in their bunks and would probably not even get a chance to go cold before they were discovered. Even thought the Triad double agent was clearly high up - he had marched Revvy and Shenhua to their posts without any complaint or raised eyebrows - they had very little time to get this operation right.
All these mercs masquerading as the desk jockeys of the Mongolian Military made her skin crawl. She resonated with far too many sullen psychotic gazes to feel comfortable. It was even worse than spending time in Balalaika's fanatic company. Even Shenhua seemed uncomfortable, murmuring to Revvy on her right while scanning the compound.
"Twinkie. I think if that Engrish bitch no come soon, we cut loose. I no need this commission so much."
But their luck was in, she felt the small device at her side vibrate, twice. The English woman had arrived at the compound. They had not dared earpieces and radio contact, for fear of drawing attention to themselves, so Dutch had given them small pieces of tech that could recieve and transmit audio, but also vibrate signals to the wearer. Very inconspicuous.
Three more faint buzzes against her hip indicated what they had thought, the woman was arriving with a Mongolian contingent. With any luck the Mongolians would be smart enough to dispatch the Lady after she had retrieved the goods, making less work for Shenhua and herself. With even more luck, though Revvey had doubts, the English woman would live up to her rep and take out some of the guards in the process.
A group of people were now walking toward her and Shenhua from the other side of the compound. Both women straightened and tensed up, almost imperceptably, playing the part of attentive soldiers. Behind them, the entrance to the ancient underground complex was concealed beneath a plain grey shipping container, supposedly housing Military surplus.
The Mongolian escort, political looking sort, was walking beside the woman Revvy had only barely glimpsed earlier. There were a group of six men, walking around them in a loose formation. This bitch must be stupid. But her impression started to change even as Revvy only started really getting a chance to size her up
She was young, but she moved like a predator. Her eyes and face were fatigued, a detail the opponent automatically filed away for later advantage. There was too much sensibility and emotion plainly visible on that face, but when she turned her head just the right way, Revvy could recognise the deadly glint of a determined survivor in her eyes. Revvy's heart started to pound with excitement when she saw the double holster and twin USPs on the English woman's hips. She again felt the empty ache for the reassuring embrace of her own shoulder holster and cutlasses, nestling in a duffel bag at Dutch's side somewhere.
But this guards uniform hadn't left her defenceless either, flash bombs, smoke bombs and two tiny grenades were clipped to her hip, and she had some form of semi-automatic shotgun strapped to her back, with a pistol of some mysterious make she didn't recognise on her left hip.
The mercenaries saluted and opened the doors to the storage container, as the Triad informant had instructed them to do. The bureaucrat stood to the side to wish the Lady Croft good luck, and the English woman lead the the six men in heavy gear into the container and straight down into the entrance of the tombs, as though she stepped down there every other day.
As she walked past Revvy, the Archaeologist's eyes met hers, and the two women were snared in a moment of cool, mutual appraisal.
As soon as the party had disappeared down into the catacombs, Revvy swore.
"Shit."
"What's the mattoh, twinkie? You pissing yohself for a whiny wet puppy? I disappointed! She rook rike a spoiled, sulky brat, not a kirrer."
"She's going to be trouble."
