WolfGear Presents: New Lagoon

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

Chapter 11: El Butler round two

I don't own Black Lagoon

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

Author's note: Due to copy rights I'm changing Celty's name to Kelti, I thank my friend for coming with the name for me.

Asta Volshela third in command of the second Vozdushno-Desantnye Vojska or VDV ran down the halls of Hotel Moscow to her superior officer senior lieutenant Victor with important news. Earlier today he ordered her to find information on a Butler named Roberto working for the Lovelace family, what she found was very disturbing. In fact she was so focused on finding Victor that she stopped looking where she was going and plowed right into him!

"Uh, Asta you should stop and salute, not knock me over." Victor scolded his subordinate. He wasn't angry or nothing, but she was third in command under him; she should set a better example for the others. He then noticed the pile of papers scattered around the hallway. This must be the files that he requested earlier, he wasn't sure that they would be needed anymore; captain had already said she had no interest in the matter. He was surprised to hear that, but then again the past few weeks Captain had been speaking with several higher ups about an important job coming up, so maybe she just didn't have the time to spare.

"Sorry sir, but you must read this!" Asta said franticly throwing papers into Victor's face. He supposed he should at least read it.

Roberto's File

Real name: Bran Roberts

Codename: Blood hound

Born February 14 1974

Place of birth: Wales

Race: Half Indian-Hispanic

Affiliations: Wild Geese

Rank: Captain

Skills: Marksman expert, close combat specialist, Black belt in five martial art styles, swords master.

Misc. Wild Geese second in command, reported to have taken on an apprentice Rosalita Cisneros. Current whereabouts unknown since massacre of the fog.

End of Bio

Victor scrolled through the file over and over, and then began looking though the mission reports. Everything was blacked out, except for number of killed and where, the grand total 894.

Asta swallowed the lump in her throat as she muttered up the will to tell Victor about the other report she had gotten "Sir it has also been reported that the yellow flag was blown up again, by a man dressed like a butler, witness reports also states that the lagoon company and the nun from the rip off church where seen leaving the scene at high speeds with the butler on their trail." Suddenly the air was very tense as Asta looked into her commander's eyes.

"…." Victor muttered softly. Asta stranded her ears, but she couldn't hear what he was saying.

"Sir?"

"Get everyone ready to move out NOW! All VDV two troops are to mobilize right now! I want Lagoon's location. Now get moving!" Victor ordered marching down the barracks. At his word the men and women of the VDV poured out of their rooms fully armed for combat. "Raise your AK 74's we are going hunting." Victor urged his soldiers. They cheered. They knew not the reason they were going but they would follow their commander into the deeps of hell as their parent have done for their commander without question.

From her office Balalaika watched the jeeps of her son's VDV unit roll out. No doubt bystanders on the streets where shitting themselves as they drove by. Victor had his war face on and looking at it made her proud of her son, though she would have to discipline him for rolling out without consulting her first and even if they were under Victor command the Second VDV were still her troops.

"All well I guess I will simply have to enjoy the show. Sergeant lets go." She ordered Boris's replacement Sergeant Nikolai.

"Going to see Bran fight, captain," Nikolai asks his commanding officer. Even with their training fighting a monster such as Bran was not easy to do. "Or do you wish to persuade the senior lieutenant to stay back?"

Balalaika smiled, not a kind one by the way. "No, this will be a good test of their skills; if they survive then they will be useful later on."

"You mean the coming operation, captain?"

"Yes, sergeant but first let's see just how good they are." Balalaika smirked lighting a cigar, tonight would truly be entertaining.

Meanwhile with Lagoon Company was busy desperately trying to out run the out runnable.

"Fuck, take this you basterd!" Rooker yelled firing out the side window of the car, on the other side Sheila was doing the same as they both tried to keep the raving lunatic at bay, but Bran just kept coming, even after his car started on fire, he just jumped onto another one jacked the driver out of the car and resumed driving like it was normal, that happened two times already! "Dammit, we got to get out of here, Kelti take us back to the office at least there we'll have a decent defense" Rooker strategized reloading his guns.

"ROOKER!" Kelti screamed in his ear.

"What," He yelled back just as Bran smashed into the side of their car knocking them off the road towards the Lagoon office.

"I was going to say Bran's right beside us." Kelti said meekly as her brother glad holes in the side of her skull. "Sorry ok! I just got a little distracted."

"By what!" Rooker yelled as Bran smashed into the side of the car again, knocking them all for a loop. Mei was still unconscious and currently beginning to be a bother to Sheila as she tried to push the Chinese girl off of her, while Eda tried her best to keep Bran of their tail. Lot of good that was doing, Rooker thought to himself, it was then that he took notice of what they were riding in a SUV and by the looks of it and off roader too. "Kelti DUKE IT!" Rooker ordered pointing to the steel ramp that someone had left out. Kelti seemed become processed as she smashed her foot down on the pedal making the engine roar with rmps as they flew into the air!

"HOLY SHIT ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US?" Eda screamed from the back of the car. The suddenly jerk had caused her to loose grip on her gun. She looked on sulking as her longtime partner was lost in the darkness.

Ignoring the nun Rooker relieved the still sleeping Mei of her guns and passed out her remaining ammo. He hadn't been expecting this long of fight tonight, and only took a few clips with him other than his .44 and the ammo from Mei they probably only had 30 rounds between them all. Then he remembered on for them hadn't done anything shooting yet! Looking over at his scandalous clad sister, Rooker peered into the left side of her jacket and saw what he was looking for and grabbed for it!

"Hey Rooker stop, that tickles!" Kelti laughed as he dug through her coat. She was laughing so hard that she began to swerve the car violently between lanes. Everyone in the back wondered what the hell they were doing at a time like this when Rooker pulled a model 1887 lever action shotgun out of the driver's coat. "That's mine!" Kelti cried as Rooker stole some ammo from her numerous pouches. She wanted to hit him like she did when they were younger but only the fact that she was driving at high speeds on a narrow road at night with a one of most dangerous men in the world hot on their tail and itching for blood.

"Learn to share," Rooker lectured firing a buck shot into Bran's engine. The range was short but that didn't matter when your target was only a few meters away.

Kelti seethed as she rammed into the side of Bran's car. "You never ask me first when you barrow my stuff! And where are those knives you took from me?"

"That was five years ago!" Rooker yelled back.

"Do you guys really have to do this now?" Eda screamed shrilly. Leave it to this band of freaks to have a petty argument with the terminator on their tail. Both Rooker and Kelti bowed their heads in shame. Happy that peace had been resorted against their group Eda patted herself on the back, unfortunately she didn't know that making the two stop fighting would cause Kelti to let go of the stirring wheel and give Rooker a hug.

"Kelti let go off me and drive the damn car!" Rooker yelled as he tried to pry his sister off of him, thing only got worse as Talia and Sheila miss understood Kelti's expression of affection and tackled the said girl, leaving no one to drive the car. It was also at this time Mei who up.

"Un what's going on?" She muttered rubbing her eyes to her right she saw Talia, Sheila, and Kelti dog piling Rooker in the passenger's seat and no one in the driver's. At first she didn't think much of it and began to close her eyes because she was still feeling tired and the sharp pain in her stomach almost made her pass out again anyway, but then her brain connected that no one in the driver's seat of a moving car was not good. "What the hell is going on?" She screamed making everyone stop and look at her, and they stopped and looked at what they were doing and screamed scrambling to unknot themselves from the twisted pile of bodies they had woven themselves into, unfortunately the more they struggled the more tangled they become.

As little Gloria watched with childish amusement, she turned her head out the window and saw Roberto driving beside them. She waved with her small little arms as she smiled brightly to the butler. Roberto smiled and waved back to her and gestured for her to put her seat belt on. She cutely nodded and pulled the small buckle from under the seat and clicked into the receiving end. She then stretched her arms as much as she could over the window and gave a thumb up.

Knowing that Gloria was safety buckled in and everyone else was too busy screwing around Bran revved his engine and drifted to the opposite side of the road and with one sharp turn of the wheel smashed into the lagoon's vehicle, and without Kelti's precision driving skills the SUV spun out of control and into a barrel roll!

Inside the spinning screaming metal death trap, all passenger's screamed as they were thrown around the cab, and little Gloria the only one bucked in squealed happy as she watched them all fly in zero G. Finally the car stopped rolling and in the most ironic of places, the docks were Revy and Roberta fought so many years ago, life's funny.

"How in the hell did we survive that?" Rooker asked rubbing his head. Blatantly he inspected the others, Gloria was perfectly fine in the back turns out that seat beat thing is true, Sheila and Talia lied on top on each other, both of them looked pretty banged up, and they had blood running down the side of the their heads. Quickly he checked their pulse and was relieved to find they still had one, Kelti was in a similar situation, unconscious but not bleeding and still breathing. Eda was awake but her left arm was bent in the wrong direction, meaning it was broken, pretty soon after the initial numinous wares off she would screaming to high heaven. Mei was breathing also, but barely, her bruised ribs had turn to cracked or even broken ribs, and each breath she took bite her lip in pain. They were still all live though, but not for long if they didn't get some medical attention. That would be tough because Bran had just pulled up, looking ready to finish them off.

"Fuck," Rooker cursed pulling himself through the open side window out of the wreckage. On the roof of the destroyed car he pulled his .44 from the holster on his back and flipped out the cylinder and checks it for shells, and then flicked it back. Six bullets that was all he had, everything else was lost or most likely broken seeing how Kelti's shotgun laid on the dash with the lever action missing. Rooker swayed as he jumped to the ground and tried to level his gun at the butler but he must have taken a harder hit than he had thought because there was three of him.

Watching Rooker sway like a drunken fool was amusing to Bran, even injured the younger man still tried to fight, an admiral trait, but a hazard when your opponent wasn't as dazed and confused as you were. Leveling his gun at the pirate Bran cocked the hammer and prepared to gun down his former student and comrade. Before he could though a shock of electrically ran up his spine and thanks to years of battle instincts Bran dropped low and placed his steel plated case between him and the incoming AK rounds. Peeking over the top Bran saw at two maybe three dozen men and women dresses in blue berets and military gap with the soviet insignia stitched into the unit forms. The blonde at the front must be the leader; he figured seeing the rank emblem on the man's sleeve.

"And what is a Russian paratrooper unit doing here?" Bran asked checking his weapons. This could prove to be a little difficult not even he could dodge death with that many guns pointed at him.

"I am senior lieutenant Victor of Hotel Moscow. Captain Bran Roberts it's time for you to stand down." Victor told more than asked. It was keeping all of his will power not to look at the wreck were Kelti laid unconscious as more of his men dug the lagoon company out of the wreck vehicle and started to give medical attention.

Bran laughed. "I think you're a little too green to be giving me orders sonny." Bran stepped out from behind his steel case and beckoned for Victor to come at him. "Come on, man to man, or are ye too soft that you can't take me without help from your men? But… That might not be fair, seeing how I'm such a seasoned vet, so I'll let Rooker over the join in if he recovers from that bump on his head."

"I will not need his assistance, but his people were injured, so it's only right that he has the chance to take his vengeance. Of course one of them happens to be the woman I have strong… feeling for." Victor said softly. Ever since Kelti had come into his life he's felt a range of emotions that let him feeling off balance, but when he thought of cutting her out of his life he felt angry for thinking it, just how he was angry that she was hurt and he hadn't been there to protect her. Shaking away those thoughts Victor and Bran began to circle one another, waiting for like wolves for the opportune time to strike!

Maybe it was anger or maybe impatience, but Victor was the first to move, flicking the knives within his boots out he rushed the older man swinging right, left and right again, and lashed out with a round house kick, but Bran swiftly back stepped the assault the blade of the shoe knife missing by a hair.

"Come on, you got to do better, you do it like this!" Faster than most could see Bran elbowed Victor in the jaw with is left arm and punched him the face with his right, knocked his feet out from under him with his left leg and kicked him in the ribs with his right. Before he could do anymore damage Rooker come to the Russian's recuse.

"Take this you mangy basterd!" A sharp right in the face sent Bran staggering back, a solid left in the ribs to make up for Rooker's cracked ones and flipping out the butterfly knives Talia had installed in his boots for Christmas a nice stab in the ankle for the hole in his foot.

"I do not need you assistants!" Victor yelled rising to his feet. He rushed intent on nailing Rooker in from behind, but the pirate side stepped and he ended up running his shoe knife into Bran's knee. Angry Bran retaliated by throwing the blonde at Rooker knocking the two the ground.

Angrily Rooker shoved the Russian off him. "Get out the way!"

"You get out of the way!" Victor yelled back. For weeks now friction has built between the two, ever since that day on Christmas. Neither one knew what it was, but they just have to prove they were better than the other. Both stared the other down till finally they both stared to beat the living crap out of the other, It was like the final moments between Roberta and Revy, no tactic, no skill, no weapons, just plan out punch as hard as you could brawl! Blood quickly coated the other man's fists, their faces twisted in angry snarls. Everybody watching just shrugged, took a seat, placed bets and lit a smoke.

Bran felt a tug on his sleeve as he bandaged his knee, and saw Gloria holding the hand of a red and black haired Russian woman. The little girl gave a cheekily smile as she sat beside him and watched the fight.

"Mr. Roberto, I am Asta Volshela, I believe this little girl belongs with you." Asta said sitting down beside the man who just a moment ago was thrashing her commanding officer. "Do you want a smoke? I think they'll be at it for a long time."

"Thank you Ms. Volshela. I'm guessing the people here aren't responsible for the young miss's abduction?" Asta nodded as he lit his smoke. He felt so foolish now, but he did have fun hunting the kids down. Honestly though he was glad to be out of the fight. He was in his forties, he wasn't a young man anymore, five more minutes and that would have been it for him. Still there was something that he just couldn't shake. "Who did take the young miss then?" He wondered who it could it be, no, even he wouldn't do something this complex, the chances of that where to low, but then again not impossible.

"Hey," He heard the Russian woman, Asta she said her name was, "You know Rooker right, what is it that make him and Victor so hostile to each other, and if you could maybe let me in on some information on him I would be grateful." The tone of her voice was very suggestive, if Bran were younger he would take her up on the offer, but with the young miss here he would have to take a rain check.

"Well you see, its-

"None of your business," Balalaika cut in, Asta paled and stood right at attention as did every other member of the VDV, even Victor who saluted as he and Rooker punched each other at the same time and effectively knocked each other out cold. "Hmm, well that's over, now Bran if you want a trip back to Venezuela I suggest you keep your mouth shut."

Bran cracked a smile, "Well, if it isn't Vladilena and Nikolai too, how you doing sergeant?"

"Fine Captain," Nikolai saluted. Bran waved him off and took a drag.

"Put your hand down. You are no longer under my command. It's nice to see you again though, and you too Vladilena, what's it been? Twenty five years I believe? Nice to see you still have that radiant glow about you, and of course that killer face of yours. I wonder what Yankee would say." Bran cringed when Balalaika stomped her heal into his hand. "Ouch, that hurt, but yeah still pissed about that I see. Anyways Nikolai have you gotten Hans out yet?"

"No," Balalaika answered looking at her son and the one who proved to be his match, "But we just found our second candidate for the operation." Bran looked between her on the two men passed out on the ground, and put two and two together.

"Finally taking an interest huh? Only took you twenty five years," Bran spat as the Russian woman walked away. He couldn't help but laugh, this could not be anything but a bad joke.

Author's note

Well that was a strange end if I say so myself. Rooker and Kelti little fight there was kind of taking from when me and my sister fight, only I wish we could get along even remotely close as Kelti and Rooker, but no. Anyway Bran is a bit more mellow then Roberta, and knows when to step down. Funny how Bran knows Balalaika? And we finally get to meet the final OC Hans. Well not the final one maybe but the one that matters. So did can you figure out what Bran was talking about at the end? I'm sure you can it's kind of obvious now. Anyways time for rap sheet! Today is Asta, because I technically already did Bran earlier.

Name: Asta Volshela

Date of birth: Jan, 1 1996

Place of birth: Thailand Roanapur

Birth parents: (Father) Private Yuri Volshela (Mother) Astharoshe Volshela

Occupation: Sub commander (lieutenant) for the Second VDV

Affiliations: Hotel Moscow

Misc. Asta is strong willed and determined above all to help Victor. She will go to as far as she needs to ensure his demands are met. She excels at midrange weaponry and silent killing techniques. She also is a very fluent in several languages. She highly disapproves of Victor's relationship with Kelti, but is always interrupted when she tries to voice it.