WolfGear Presents: New Lagoon

Pairings: Rock x Revy, Benny x Jane, OC's x Oc's

Chapter 4: Rock syndrome

I don't own Black Lagoon

Oc's: Rooker Kane, Sheila, Jamie, Mei Chang, Victor, Punk, Hans, Celty, Talia "Tai" Xing

Rooker smiles as he saw the docks of the lagoon company draw closer and closer. This new engine was amazing! The throttle was only at half and they were already traveling faster than the old engine's top speed! Gotta love those Germans, they sure do know how to build and engine!

"You sure seem happy," A female voice purrs. It was none other than Sheila, Rooker's partner and co-owner of Lagoon Company. Currently she was clad in only her black t-shirt and panties, meaning she just woke up.

Idling down the engine, Rooker maneuvers the Lagoon MK II in the docks, and grins at his companion. "Who wouldn't be happy with you walking around like that?" He teased, causing the gun girl to roll her eyes. Seriously he had the worse lines, but that was part of the package, she guessed, planting a kiss on his head. She didn't know what they were or what they meant to each other, but she was happy for the first time in a long time.

"Yeah, well don't want to give the neighbors the wrong impression." Sheila said pulling in her jeans, and gun belts. "So what's on the agenda?" She asks tying her boots.

Rooker raises an eyebrow and wondered the same thing. Sure they had the boat repaired, but even with the contacts Dutch left him that doesn't mean someone will be sitting on the office couch with a high yielding job ready and waiting, he thought opening the back door. Not even noticing the people crowding the leaving room as he plopped down on the second couch and turned on the TV. It took a full minute for it to sink in.

"Holy shit!" He yells flipping over the coach and pulling the Ak-74 hidden beneath it on his uninvited guests. "Who are you and how did you get in here?" He was pretty sure that those locks he put on the doors were unpick able. Seeing how he replaced all the wooden doors with reinforced steel and latches. Just then Sheila walks in.

"Mei Chang, long times no see!" Sheila greets her fellow Chinese. "How's Boss Chang doing?"

The black haired woman with shades and an over coat sitting one the coach across from Rooker nods. "Chang-Appa is fine, more importantly we have business to discuss, so please lower your weapon." Mei said with authority. Rooker placed the gun back in its spot beneath the couch, but kept his pistol close, this woman was dangerous.

Sheila sighs at the display, and with a little hint of jealous at how easy Rooker obeyed the raven's command. So she decides to have a little fun to cheer her up.

"Chang-Appa? Why can't you call him Dad? That's what he is your father, right? You are Mei CHANG." Sheila teased the raven. Mei was always so uptight and by the book that it was hard to believe Chang and her were related or even father and daughter for that matter.

Mei silently seethed at her former classmate. She and Sheila attended the same school here in Roanapur and have been at odds since grade school. She simply couldn't stand the woman's bullheaded attitude.

"Well at least I can take pride in myself. Unlike yourself, who's only talent is pulling a trigger, which is nothing, but a rip off of my father's Gun Fu style, something that one such as you will never master." Mei retorted, making Sheila boil over in anger.

"Oh yeah bitch!" Sheila growled savagely, drawing her guns "Let's settle this once and for all who's the better shot!"

Mei drew her own gun in a blink of an eye and aimed for Sheila's head. "That is something I too wish to settle." She said, but before the situation could develop any farther, both of the girls' guns were shot out their hands, sending both the dragon, and Jolly Roger engraved pistol flying against the wall. All eyes turned to Rooker, who had his own wolf engraved 9mm Beretta drawn and smoking.

"That is quite enough." He said in a dangerous tone that made everyone shirk back in fear. "You came here for business, so do business or get out."

Humbled by the newcomers skills, Mei once again reached into her coat and pulled out a disk and laid it on the coffee table.

"This is what we want you to deliver."

Rooker picked up the disc and inspected it, and then placed back on the table. "So what is it, your smut film?"

Mei blushed, weather from anger or embarrassment no one knew, but she tried to maintain a business like demur.

"Not exactly, that disc contains content of some certain Uncle Sam senators having relations with girls far below their age, but that's not all. The real juice stuff is the backdoor dealing with large companies and certain domestic terrorist groups. So as you see Mr. Kane this is one very valuable smut film." Rooker and Sheila look at each other. Something like this was worth a fortune in blackmail and a mountain of bodies too.

"Ok, as per our policy I won't ask where or how you got this thing, but what I do need to know is where you want it, who to give it too, and how much were getting paid, and if we can be expecting trouble on our way to the drop off. You know plan ahead." Rooker said leaning back. He could see right through Mei's poker face, there was more to this story then she was telling, but like he said before, it wasn't his business. "So where are we taking this award winning Oscar?"

Pulling a map from her coat, Mei placed on the table and pointed. "The U.S embassy in Singapore, there you will make sure the disk 'Falls' into the hands of rival senator John Kenny, from there is the natural process of politics."

"Wait one fucking second! How in the fucking hell are we supposed to get close to the guy? There will be a whole fucking army guarding him!" Sheila protested. This was fucking stupid. Getting involved with Uncle Sam was never a good idea. Especially when it came to senators, fuckers were always working the backdoor for leverage, and usually they fucked you over.

"You think we don't know that? It's not like you're going to walk up the Senator Kenny, and hand him the disc in board daylight. We have someone on the inside, who will plant the disc, and then you and they will be on your way back before you know it." Mei injected. For a company that said they don't ask questions, they sure do ask a lot of them.

Sheila gritted her teeth. She knew the raven was mocking her, just like in high school. Bitch would pay, she vowed.

Seeing that Sheila was about to blow her top again. Not that he wouldn't mind seeing her topless. Rooker decided to settle the score well he was ahead.

"Just tell us how much, and we'll be on our way Miss Chang." Rooker said politely, while covering Sheila's mouth with his hand. A long string of muffed curses was heard as Sheila struggled to free herself from his grip, eventually her face started to turn purple, but the others took no notice.

"Half a million up front, and then another when the jobs complete." Mei said amused as Sheila flailed her arm about trying to draw breath. Either Rooker was ignoring her, or he oblivious to the fact that he was suffocating his partner to death.

Rooker whistled as he let go of Sheila, dropping her to the ground gasping for air. "One million dollars for the first job, now that's what I call a deal," Looks down, "Sheila, be a dear and go gas up the boat." Sheila glares. "Fine, please go fill the boat, and sorry for almost choking you, but you must remember the most important rule of customer service… Don't fuck up a million dollar deal!" He exclaimed waving his arms dramatically for effect.

Despite herself, Sheila found herself forgiving the knuckle head for his grievances, till she heard another set of giggles, that were not her own. Standing on her feet she marched out the door to the docks, but not before waving good bye to Mei with one finger in the air.

Scratching the back of his head, Rooker wondered how to apologize to his employer, when she suddenly burst into a fit a laugher making her seem like a normal eighteen year old girl, the complete opposite of the mob woman from before.

"I'm sorry," Mei said wiping a tear from her eye, "I'm just happy that Sheila back to normal. She's been in such a funk since Dutch died that it was getting boring around here, which no one to have fun with."

"That was fun?" Rooker questioned out loud. Truly the sociality of women was still a mystery, especially Roanapur women.

"Yes," Mei said almost bubbly. She was really starting to freak him out. What did she have multi personalities? "You see I consider Sheila my sister? No, more like my cousin twice removed. I guess simply putting it a friend. Anyways I'm glad you came to Roanapur Mr. Kane. That's what I'm trying to say, now back to business, before you go. If someone asks you when does the tiger draw blood? You reply when the red moon is full, ok."

He nods. He knew Chang was famous for his spy clichés, so he wasn't too surprised, when Mei passed him a note with no doubt the real passphrase written on it.

"Good, I'll see you later then." Mei finishes handing him the disc. "May Buddha, Ala, or Jesus be with you," She chirped taking her leave, body guards falling in beside her with an unseen command.

For two days the lagoon company flew across the Thailand Gulf. They were making good time so far, and had yet to encounter any of the cargo's 'interest groups' as Sheila branded the mercs that would sooner or later turn up on behave of the companies, and senators to retrieve the disc. It kind of reminded her of how her mother and father met. Life is funny like that. The only thing that would make this even more ironic is if one of them got captured… which would not be her! Just because Dad was prone to kidnapping does not mean she was….Right?

She didn't have time to ponder the chances of her inheriting Rock's "Easy hostage Gene" when the radar started beeping at them. Surprisingly Rooker response was to pound on it with his fist yelling of it to shout up.

Sheila sweat dropped. "We have so got to get a tech guy or something." She mused watching Rooker try to figure out the more delicate and technical equipment. In her terms it was the stuff that Jamie did and a never let her touch.

"Sheila, what the fuck is thing screaming about!" Rooker yelled frustrated. He was never good with this computer gismo junk. The most he ever used the computer for was solitaire, and excel. Even that though was pushing it.

Just then a stream of bullets, 25mm from the sound of it, Rooker mused, riddled the armor plating of the deck. Grabbing Sheila by the waist and pulling her into his lap, Rooker rammed the throttle full forward, propelling the boat into to air by the sudden burst of speed before rocketing off like a bullet from a gun.

"Dammit, isn't there something in that pile of tech shit that could have warned us!" Rooker complained taking evasive action. Streams of 25mm rounds cut through the air as he randomly jerked the boat left or right dodging the bullets on instinct.

Uncomfortable, and feeling something real hard poking her in the ass, Sheila exploded!

"That's what the fucking radar was beeping about you fucking moronic basterd! How can you rebuild the whole damn ship and not know how to work any of it!" She ranted, while trying to get out of Rooker's lap, so she could man the 50 cal., but his arms were in the way, so she had to crawl under them, but the boat jerked making her face fall right in front of Rooker crotch. Her face turned beat red.

Awkwardly Rooker tried to move, but that just got them more tangled, and oh yeah they were still being shot at! "Sheila! Stop staring at my crotch and get to the fucking gun! We'll settle this later when were not about to die!" He ordered as another round skirted across the deck.

"Shut up I know!" She retorted angrily. She was almost out.

"Don't forget that (Smack!)…we're going over 317 mph." He cringed watching Sheila rub her head. Turns out that his chair was the only thing keeping her from flying away, Rooker was starting to think that Sheila was accident prone, due to the fact that was the third time something like this happened.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! It hurts!" Sheila moaned. Despite the nagging pain in her head, she managed to climb the ladder that lead straight to the crow's nest, right were her new shiny twin barreled 50 Cal was waiting to be released.

"Oh yeah, time to pop you cherry baby!" She cried manning the turret, "And what a thing to pop it with a Mi-24 hind Gunship. This is going to be exciting!"

With her finger one the trigger Sheila let loose a volley of anti-aircraft rounds! An array of sparks jumped across the Hind's armor plating making the pilot take a sharp turn to the right, but Sheila was a pro and knew what to do. Holding her fire a spit second she readjusted her aim ahead of the moving aircraft and resumed firing leading the Gunship right back into the line of fire again! Only this time the bullets were hitting the bullet resistant glass of the cockpit, keep in mind there is a difference between bullet proof and bullet resistant, but that doesn't matter if you have armor piercing bullets handy.

The window of cockpit shattered! The pilot fearful of his life and blinded by the eye watering force of the wind crouched against the joy stick and turned the aircraft board side by mistake. Giving Sheila the perfect shot at his tail router, another burst from the 50 Cal and the router was blown to shitsville! And without the tail router to stabilize them the pilot and co-pilot crashed into the open sea.

"Fuck yeah! Take that bitches!" Sheila celebrated flicking off the rising cloud of black smoke. Victory was short lived as a more bullet riddled the haul of the Lagoon Mk II. Throwing on a pair of binoculars, Sheila saw a three incoming torpedo boats! Oh the irony.

"Rooker, get the torpedoes ready! We got three bogies off the port side!" She screamed over the radio. The plan was simple take then out before they did. One little snag though.

"We don't have any torpedoes!" Rooker replied.

Her jaw unhinged. "What kind of torpedo boat doesn't have any fucking torpedoes?" She screamed firing the 50 Cal again.

Rooker grits his teeth, no reason to yell at him, wasn't his fucking fault they didn't have time to get more torpedoes, plus they were expensive. It wasn't like he knew they were going to need them! Dutch never did! And the one time he did it was to take down a helicopter! That's why he got those LAW rockets… wait a second. That's it!

"Sheila uses these!" Rooker called kicking the bazooka across the floor to the base of the ladder. Sheila positioned her feet at the top and bent down grabbing the tube and then returning to the top in one single movement. Rooker whistled, who knew she was so flexible.

Cackling like a manic, Sheila readied the bazooka at the nearest ship and locked on. "Say goodbye baby."

The rocket exploded out of the tube! The ship tried to maneuver out of the way, but the rocket followed it and hit the torpedo tubes on the sides! Sheila watched in contentment as flames engulfed the sinking ship. But the sights of the burning ship caused her to zone out and think of the day Dutch met his fiery death.

"Sheila, what the fuck are you doing shoot them!" Rooker cinched pulling a sharp turn the G force tearing him apart! "Sheila!" There was still no response and the ships were now within firing range, they were fucked! Then a bold yet crazy idea struck. Why not see who was ready to die today?

Pulling a one-eighty turn Rooker rammed the Lagoon full throttle towards the approaching boats, time to see who has the bigger balls.

"Whoa man this guy is crazy! He's heading straight for us!" The pilot of the boat screamed.

"Na he'll chicken out Rick. Don't worry pirate like these guys are nothing but cowards."

The now named Rick wasn't so sure, "Fuck you man!" Rick screamed bolting the boat to the right missing the lagoon by mere inches! "See I knew I was right Len! That fucker is crazy!"

"Shut up!" Len yelled back at his comrade. He would have continued to rant, but the sneering hot lead of a 50 Cal bullet shut him up for good. Rick stared dazed as he watched the blood spill out of his friends headless body, the remainder of said head was splattered across the controls. Then hears it another burst of the twin barreled 50 Cal tearing through the air, and its target his torpedoes.

"Oh fuck…"

"Yahoo, good shootin' Sheila glad to have you back from Lala land." Rooker jibbed. He didn't know why she blanked out but man was he happy that she woke up! "Now let's finish these basterds and get on our way."

"Look out!" Sheila warned over the radio.

"What?" He replied there was static in the coms. The enemy must be using a jammer, he concluded. Just then a hail of gun fire shattered the window, making Rooker throw himself the ground landing on the shards of glass! What more the boat was still going 317 mph, so the G force knocked him back against the shelf were some equipment had their straps loosed from all the commotion, and him hitting the shelf was the straw that broke the camel's back as case of heavy electric equipment and ironically the first aid box fell on his head!

The Lagoon MK II's speed deceased rapidly because of the fail safe wired in the seat, if there was no pressure on it the throttle would automatically disengage, leaving the two pirates at the mercy of their attackers.

"Fuck that shit! I'm gonna blow you shitheads to bits!" Sheila declared taking up the 50 Cal again. Only this time instead of a roaring boom, all she got was a "Click, click, click" meaning she was out of ammo. "Oh crap." She cursed reaching for her cutlass pistols only to find them not in their holsters! Looking down the man hole she saw them lying on the floor of cockpit! They must have fallen out when she grabbed the bazooka!

"Oh looks like your all out of tricks little lady," A voice said. Standing on the deck of the lagoon was the crew of the other boat and apparently their leader. A tall wolfish looking man with black hair and a piecing stare that cut her like knife.

"You lot search the boat for the disc. I'll handle this little missy here." The man said cracking his knuckles.

Sheila scoffed jumping to the deck. "Bring it old man," She taunted. She wasn't the best at hand to hand, but she could dish out an ass whooping when she needs too. The man stood in his own stance, amused at the girl's pathetic posture. She was nothing more than a street brawler.

"The young should respect their elders. Just at the weak should fear the strong." He said causally watching Sheila burn with anger, just like he wanted.

"Fear this shithead!" Sheila rushed forward fist cocked, left, and right she threw punches and kicks, but the man simply dodged each one. Then a vice like grip fell on her wrist. The man bashed his knee into her stomach, knocking the air right out of her! But he wasn't done yet, grabbing hold of her face he lifted her into the air with one hand and smashed her into the steel deck of the lagoon, and then switched his grip to her neck. Blood dripped down from the wounds on her head. She was dizzy from being knocked around, but still conscious.

"Tough one aren't you? Well the boss loves girls like you, and I think you owe us for killing so many of our friends. Good thing you're so good looking." The man said brushing away the stray hairs covering Sheila's bleeding face. Then as if he was throwing a simple doll he tossed her to one of his man on their boat, who let out a loud "Ulf" when he caught her. "Take her to the brig." The man ordered. At the same time the others returned with the disc in hand.

"Here go Dirk, the disc." The henchman said handing the disc over. Dirk gave wolfish grin examining the disc.

"Good work any others?"

The henchman shrugged. "Yeah this one guy but he was lying on the floor with a big puddle of blood around his head, so we assumed he's dead."

Dirk narrowed his eyes. "Go back and put a bullet in his head to be sure, and then take this boat back to base. We need something to cover our losses today." He said jumping to the other boat. "Now go and be quick about it."

"Yes sir." The henchmen groaned as he watched the boat get smaller and smaller in the distance. "Alright boys let's put a bullet in the dead guy's head and dump him the sea."

"Um sir…" one of the henchmen quivered.

"What?"

"The dead guys body… its… (glup) gone!" The henchmen's eyes widened as a knife ripped through his comrade's throat and then piece him in the shoulder!

"AAAHHH FUCK!" He screamed as a shadow fell over him. The bloody form of one piss off Rooker Kane hovered over him, his hand clenching the neck of another one of his dying comrades.

"I think it's time we have a nice painful talk. First question: Where's Sheila!"

Author's note

Ok four chapter done! Sheila kidnapped! Who saw that coming? I mean Rock got kidnapped all the time so I figured having Sheila accident prone and kidnaping prone wasn't too far out there. Also Miss Chang she quite the character, I wanted her to be the opposite of her dad, but then decided that she could be both a deadly serious assassin and a bubbly girl, personally I think that makes her even more scary because you don't know what's she going to do.

Also I have pictures of Sheila and Talia up on my Deviant page. Go to the Wolfmanjake link on my profile and it will take you right there.

One more thing I'm thinking of starting a little Omake called Rap Sheet at the end of each chapter with a new criminal, you knew tell more about the character and what not. I would do one this chapter, but its 1:41 am and I'm tired. Good night… or morning.