DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BLACK LAGOON
"Good to see you Dutch. Sorry it took so long." She says
"It is quite alright. I don't imagine finding information on him was easy." Dutch replies.
"Actually it was surprisingly easy if you are not able to spot a fake. It seems as if your boy is a perfect angel. Graduated top honors at a prestigious university with a degree in business, grew up the perfect life with a loving mother and father, an only child, a rather remarkable high school career with honors in academics and physical feats as well as several testimonials from ex girlfriends stating how great he is. In truth it is all a fake, other than that it seems as if he doesn't exist. I did manage to find some very interesting things from a few of my contacts." She says lighting her cigarette.
Dutch leans back in his chair using his hands as a rest for his head. "Oh, anything that I might find interesting?"
"Much. Take a look at the file in front of you." She says motioning to the folder on her desk. "You might be surprised."
Dutch takes the folder and finds three pieces of paper with surveillance photos attached to each.
"Those are only three of the accounts that he can be tied to. It seems he has been around. Each place he turns up something big happens and there is never anything tied to him. He is an unknown, a preverbial ghost." She says after taking a long drag.
"Hmm… A prime minster in France, a politician in South Africa, and a terrorist organization based out of checnya. Seems like our boy does gets around. Wonder who pays the butchers tally." He says scanning the files.
"Yes it does, although it seems that these occurances occur randomly."
"Any idea why?" he asks.
"A few weeks ago, one of my contacts told me of a plan that was hatched by several governments to bring peace to our little paradise. He wasn't able to discern who these governments were or how they were going to go about it. I just tucked that information away since the government of Thailand has attempted to repeatedly thwart our plans. Remember the little group that claimed they were a mercenary group hired to bring us to our knees, that was one such attempt." She says.
Dutch chuckled at the memory, "That was a fuck up if I ever saw one. So you think Rock is an agent?"
"It's possible although not likely. He could just be like everyone else, looking for a new start but everything points to that. A fake history, his trip to the area, the betrayal of his superiors, and from you have told me of his abilities and his attitude, it does seem possible, but if so, why hasn't he started anything?"
"So you think he is just waiting?" he asks reading the files carefully.
"If he is who I hope he isn't, yes. There is also another possibility. About a year ago, a rather nasty organization that hired out specialized assasins had one of their agents disappear. They aren't sure what happened to him but he had been all over, had contacts everywhere and his fingers were in everything. What exactly I don't know but I am looking into it."
"Hmm… And what do you think would make their best agent decide to leave them?"
"Could be almost anything, but I don't think it was something simple. I had some of my people look into it and apparently he is suspected in at least a hundred other unsolved cases, including one where a woman was captured but was silenced in the interrogating room along with ten officers in the vicinity." She says reaching for her glass.
"You think he had a partner?"
"It does seem possible. If your partner was killed when there was a chance to save them, would you want to keep working from the same company?"
"It might be time to ask a few more questions about our friend."
"What have you learned about him in the last month?" she asks.
"Almost nothing, except that he is knowledgeable about weapons and vehicles, he is a master of hand to hand combat and he seems to have a little thing for Revy." Dutch finishes with a chuckle.
Balakia smiles at that. "And how does that seem to be working out?"
"Revy has a thing for him but neither seems intent on taking it further. She can't get over the fact that he won't tell her what she wants to know and that he continuously disarms her so she wants to kill him and he enjoys teasing her with information and himself. I have never seen her so interested in someone before. She watches him constantly." He says lighting a cigarette.
Balakia grins. "Are you going to share this information with the others?"
"No, Rock will tell us when he is ready."
"I would like to have a chat with him soon. I might have a use for his …talents."
Dutch places the folder back on the desk and stands to leave. "I will let him know. Thanks for looking into this."
"No problem Dutchy. Take care." She says as he walks out the door. She picks up the folder and hands it to one of her henchmen. "Burn it."
Rock rouses himself out of his bed and listens hard, trying to discern the different noises he hears. Everyone has to be asleep before he can make his move. Satisfied that everyone is in there bunk, he stealthily makes his way outside, stopping every so often to listen for signs of someone waking up. Finally outside, he turns down the nearby alley and begins his journey.
Eda grumbles as she receives her new orders. She is an operative who was disgraced by given this shitty position of intelligence gatherer. Being here five years and they finally give her an order other than report what she has seen and this order requires her to do almost nothing. It simply said to deliver a list of items to a building. She knows this address is a safe house set up by the good ol' US of A. It was set up as her residence for her mission but being there kept her out of the loop of goings on so she joined the church.
The list isn't too bad especially since everything in it just happens to be in the package that was delivered two days ago from her handler. She hates that man with every fiber of her being. He is disgusted piece of shit that smells, is over weight and constantly inquires about her newest romp. He never questions her on information just how she got it and how believable pillow talk really is.
Pushing the image of the fat fuck out of her head, she enters the safe house with all the gear in two large black duffel bags. Setting the bags down on the ground, she turns to lock the door before pulling out her pistol to check the place out. Everything is covered in dust, obviously no one has been here in a long while, there isn't even a single boot mark on the floor. Turning down the hall toward the bedroom, she sneaks as quietly as she can then stops dead as something cold and metal is placed against her temple. She slowly raises her hands above her head and allows the pistol to dangle off her trigger finger.
"Eda I presume?" a deep male voice asks from her side, the figure cloaked in darkness.
"U-umm…yeah. Who are you?" eda asks finally getting over the surprise.
"We're on the same side, that's all I can tell you. Did you bring my gear?"
"It's in the other room. Do you mind…"
The dark figure removes the cold steel from her skin and tosses it to the ground. Eda looks down and sees the pipe resting at her feet.
She turns to the dark figure with fury on her face but is surprised that he is no longer there. I didn't even hear him move. Where is he? She goes back into the main room and watches the shadow go through the bags in complete silence.
"What is your opinion on the current state of things? Who are the major players and who is going to cause the most trouble? Who can be left and who needs to disappear?" the male asks still cloaked in darkness as he pulls out two black 1911 style pistols and checks them.
"I have already sent in my reports."
"Yes you did. But I want your opinion. You send up reports and they are seen by countless others before they are passed to me. I have a slight grasp on how things are run here but I don't want to do something if the information I was given just happens to be wrong. I acted on information given to me one time and the cost was much greater to the benefit."
Eda steadies herself to think for a moment. "The major players are hotel Moscow and the triads. They don't usually cause too much trouble just your run of the mill smuggling and sometimes total annihilation of rival gangs. They had a big bloody battle several years ago but they ended that with a draw. Rumors have even started that Chang and Scar face are lovers."
"Interesting…go on."
"The problem groups are the lower levels. The Columbians, the Italians, and a couple others. They are continuously fighting of turf and drug routes. Regular people are often drug into their conflicts and many die. Then there is also the gun runners and slavers."
Eda watched the man stiffen at the word slaver. "The gun runners are too much trouble because they usually just travel through the area or ship them from here. The slavers though…sometimes they bring in young girls from veitnam, laos, and Cambodia but sometimes they pick them up off the street here. The brothels here are all own and operated by these men."
The man sat quietly taking everything in for a few moments. "Ok who can be removed without causing a problem to the big players?"
"Probably the Columbians or the Italians. The triads and Hotel Moscow both have no care for them and probably would rejoice knowing that they are gone."
"What can you tell me about the Columbians? Where they are, their numbers, weapons, descriptions of their leaders, who would come to their aide, anything else you can think of."
Eda sighs and takes a seat in the darkness while conveying all her intel to the shadowed man.
Rock watches Revy as she unloads clip after clip into the paper targets at the end of the range. He sees many ways to improve her shooting but doesn't want to piss her off. In the last month, he has succeeded in making her angry more than he intended. He likes that. He can't help but be attracted to her. She is fiery and alive. He has seen her in various states of undress but doesn't push it. He wants her to come after him. It probably won't be too much longer. He often catches her lingering looks and satisfied stares when he changes or showers. She seemed rather excited when they went to the beach and he walked around in nothing but shorts. Of course, a lot of women on the beach were looking at him. She hasn't asked him anymore questions either, and he knows she has plenty. He doesn't want to tell her anything though since she might see him in a different light. Sure they both did things that neither of them are proud of but hers were a matter of survival, his were what he was trained to do. That thought brings him down from his good mood as his plans run through his head. Tonight he is supposed to meet with another informant by the name Katya, a Russian slave girl who was kidnapped and forced into the sex industry. The meeting is supposed to take place at the brothel she lives in. Having seen a picture of the girl, he can honestly say he is somewhat looking forward to their meeting.
Revy stops firing and reloads the clips. She looks at Rock who seems to be lost in his own little world and walks over to him.
"Here," she says holding her gun out to him. "We may need you on a job so I might as well show you how to use a gun."
Rock can't help but grin. "No thanks." He says smiling ear to ear. He can't help but find the situation hilarious. He is trained by the best in the world and probably more experience than she does.
Revy's anger peaks. What is so funny? "What are you smiling about?"
Rock tries to control the smile, but it isn't happening. "I don't need to use guns."
"Oh, so you can't shoot?" she says with a satisfied smirk.
Rock scoffs, "I can't shoot? What about the whole helo thing? You couldn't make that shot."
Revy shrugs, "Beginners luck. You won't get that lucky again."
Rock smirks, "Ok, tell you what. Let's have a little contest."
"What kind of contest?" Revy asks liking the sound of it.
"Ten shots each. If I do better, then you have to do something I want. If you do better, I will do something you want." He pauses, waiting for a reaction. "How does that sound?"
Revy considers it, I can get him to answer more questions. "You're on."
Rock walks up to the firing line and Revy hands him a gun and a clip of ten rounds. "Take your time Revy, this isn't a race." He says as she stands next to him.
Revy smirks and loads her gun. Rock does the same and takes aim. They both stand there aiming the guns one handed and they smile as they begin to fire off their shots. After ten rounds, they set their respective weapons down and pull the targets forward. Revy checks hers first looking at how she has a tight grouping in the center of the head. She has one shot in the eight ring but everyone is a kill shot. She smiles as she looks to Rock who has a stupid smile on his face.
"Now let me see, what do I want?" Revy asks herself out loud.
"Hold your horses there two hands." Rock says as he hands her his target. "Read 'em and weep."
Revys' jaw hangs open as she counts ten shots in the ten ring. I knew he was more than meets the eye. How did I lose to him!
"So about my prize." Rock says with a shit eating grin on his face. Revy looks at him carefully then resigns to the fact that he beat her.
"What do you want? One thing though." She says trying to figure out what he is going to ask of her.
"Hmm…anything I want. Anything at all…how about…a kiss." He finally says. Revy gawks. "Unless you want to renig on the deal?"
"Fine," Revy says as she steps closer. She leans in intending to give him a light peck on the lips when he suddenly grabs her and holds her close deepening the kiss. Revy at first thinks about pulling back but finds herself enjoying the kiss. She slowly closes her eyes and returns it. After a moment, Rock breaks away. He thoroughly enjoyed it and wants to continue but he wants her to proposition him.
Revy quickly gathers herself, deciding to play it off as if it were just the prize for the bet. "Well you won this time, I won't lose again." She says before grabbing her guns and walking off.
Rock smirks. Damn this is fun.
While Revy walks away a slight blush comes up on her cheeks. I let him kiss me. What is worse is that I enjoyed it.
