WolfGear Presents: New Lagoon

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

Chapter 12: The great Escape part 1: Goodbyes

I don't own Black Lagoon

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

Rooker stood tense. He was currently standing in the office of one of the most dangerous mob bosses in Roanapur, Balalaika. Early this morning at least a dozen of her VDV men stormed the office and asked that he come with them. Obviously asked meant come with us or else, so here he was tired, confused, and longing for his morning coffee. Funny you would think he would be more worried, but for some reason he felt sure that the Russian woman didn't bring him here to discuss that shiner he left on her son a few weeks ago, course he got had one to match after that little brawl too.

"Ah Mr. Kane, we finally met face to face." Rooker watched the Russian mob boss enter the room followed by Nikolai, Victor and a black and red haired girl that usually fellows Victor around like a puppy, Asta her name was Kelti had told him once. He guessed that she was feeling pretty upset that Victor was dating his sister officially now, but as he said before there was no way Balalaika would waste her men's time for something as trivial as that.

"Yes, Ms. Balalaika a pleasure to meet you too, if you wanted to hire me for a job a simple phone call would have creviced." Rooker said irritated. He wasn't one to be pushed around, not even by one such as her, but business was business. "So what do you want me to smuggle?"

Balalaika cracked a grin. "You catch on quick. We have a very special job in mind for you. In fact you could say it's more of an op. What I need you to do is smuggle people, my people out of Vorkuta prison in Russia. One in particular a Hans Schneider, I believe you know him?"

Rooker couldn't help but be surprised; Hans the same Hans that Kelti and him grew up with was in that hell hole? "How'd he get in there?" Hans was his best friend, he was two years older, but when you're the only kids in a misfit band of mercenaries you didn't have much choice but to be. Rooker chuckled remembering the time Kelti had permanently dyed the German's hair orange, the chemical compound was so potent that it sunk into the roots of his hair and now even it still held an orange tint.

"We asked him to go undercover for us, several years ago. His mission was to find as many disavowed soviet soldiers and officers with in the prison and organize them so they could join our ranks. The plan was to have them escape themselves, but unfortunately someone had ratted them out and now the ringleaders are awaiting execution. Your mission is infiltrating the prison along with Victor and recuse as many as you can. We will pay five million and then another ten thousand for every ten soldiers you manage to bring back alive."

Five million, how do you say no to that? You don't that's what. "Alright, I'm in what's the plan?" The pleased smile Balalaika gave told him that she knew he would agree and the number of files in Asta's hands said she ready to begin, the only problem how to tell Sheila and the others?

"You're going to do what!" Sheila screamed when Rooker had finished explaining their latest job to them. This was suicide. Everyone says you don't want to go to jail in Mexico well they say the same thing about Russia! What's worse is its Vorkuta! Only one person has ever escaped from that shit hole since October 6, 1963. Everybody else that tried was slaughtered.

"Is Hans really there," Celty interrupted, "At Vorkuta I mean?"

"Yes," Rooker laid a confronting hand on his sister's shoulder. Hans was their friend, they grew up together, and though the man spoke few words he was loyal and willing to go through hell for them, and it was only fit that they do the same for him. "Don't worry I'll get him out, and Victor will be coming with me." He added through clutched teeth. Really the prospect of being sent undercover with the blonde did not sit well with Rooker, especially with what their cover was, and the shining sparkle in Kelti's eye when he mentioned the Russian would be going with.

Suddenly Kelti grabbed Rooker by the caller and pulled him down to her eye level hissing like a cat. "Listen you make sure he comes back or don't come back at all!" She shouted fiercely "And don't you even think about trying to off him or something." She added releasing him and stalked away. Kelti had heard about the fight between the two during the battle with Bran and she was not pleased, she just didn't know why the two couldn't get along. Before they pretended to be nice around her and now they were practically holding guns under the table when she invites Victor over for dinner.

Rooker nervously scratched the back of his head. Kelti could be scarier than any man he's ever face when she wanted too, in fact Talia and Sheila could be as well. Hans was starting to look like relief because he was out numbered three to one.

"Don't worry I won't let anything happen to my little brother." Rooker said out loud making everyone stop and stare. "What? That's our cover. Me and Victor are to be terrorist something or other brothers, so in that case Kelti would you mind giving me a haircut?"

"Why do you want a haircut now?" Sheila asked, personally she's grown to like Rooker's incredibly long hair, seeing him without it would be like looking at stranger.

Rooker chuckled, "Relax I'm not getting a crew cut. I do need to look similar to Victor though for this to work, so thin it out and all that if you wouldn't mind." Kelti nodded as she went to her room and returned with a pair of scissors and an electric trimmer.

"Ok, hold your breath it's been awhile since I've done this," Kelti emitted snipping away at the first strand. It took over an hour, but Rooker's hair was cut short in the front and in the sides, so you could finally see his ears, and his mane like hair thinned and left to hang loose, It was like a military cut, but the back was left long out of respect of Pip Kelti's father.

Rooker examined his new look and nodded. "You've done good Kelti," he praised affectingly ruffling Kelti's own stock of hair. He knew that despite their little spats here and there that she worried for him. Sheila too despite her anger was worried, which was sweet considering her demure, and their relationship. Even Talia who had insisted on the little three way they had going on was a bit concerned, though whether about him or who was going to sign her paycheck was a different story, maybe he should try and get her and Hans together when he gets back. It's not that he didn't like her, she is a very good lover, no doubt about that, but it wasn't fair to her that he only went out on dates with Sheila and occasionally let her join in on the fun late at night.

A tug on his sleeve dragged Rooker out his inner thoughts, Sheila was walking away towards the dock door giving a come here gesture with her finger behind her back. Giving Kelti a pat on the head and followed.

He found her sitting cross legged on the deck of the Lagoon staring out into the shining sea. Silently he took a seat next to her and together they stared out into shining sea.

"I don't want you to go." Sheila finally said breaking the silence. She had already lost Dutch, Jamie was so distant now, and oh yeah her folks where severing hard time with a bail so high that it they would be released before she could gather up the cash.

Rooker pulled her head against his chest and let her wrap her arms around him. This was other side of Sheila that only he got to see, when she dropped the gunslinger mask and for a few minutes became a normal girl.

He planted a kiss on the top of her head and felt her grip tighten. "I know and if it were anyone other than Hans I wouldn't be going through the trouble, other than you and the others of course." This didn't seem to be helping, so Rooker decided his plans for their payday. "You know after this job I was thinking we should go on a little vacation, maybe to the 27th Precinct."

Sheila's eyes widen. "You don't mean…"

Rooker nodded as a bright smile slipped across his lover's lips. One way or other, legal or illegal, Revy and Rock Okajima were getting an early release from prison. He figured since he was going into the jaws of the most notorious Russian prison; why not go to the American one? Ok, the 27th precinct wasn't as notorious (as far the public knew) Guantanamo bay which was home all terrorists caught by the CIA, but the 27th was home to everybody else, meaning people like Revy and possibly several members of the wild geese too.

"Now come on, it's time to go." He said getting up. He took one last look at the sea and then at Sheila and kissed her deeply. When he broke away through Sheila tugged on his sleeve and pulled him back.

"You know, we still haven't done it on the boat yet." She cooed leading him below deck, where Rooker gladly followed, after all it's not like he had to go right his minute.

The next morning Rooker quietly snuck out of the Lagoon's cabin and proceeded to the man office for his morning coffee and weapons check, and also make sure Victor and Kelti hadn't been doing what he and Sheila where doing. Kill him he would not, but he could still neuter the basterd with a rusty knife, if he laid a hand on his sister.

Quietly Rooker peeked into Kelti's room and saw her asleep alone in her bed. Relieved he continued on with his preparations never knowing Victor was hanging in the window ledge outside.

"Explain to me again why we can't just tell him?" Victor grunted lifting himself back into the room, it was a good think Rooker hadn't taken a closer look or he would have seen his coat lying haphazardly in the corner. Kelti kissed him and began to gather up his and her clothes from last night, another good thing that her room was always a mess.

"Because Kata and mom put it in his head that he had to protect my virginity until someone proposed to me." Kelti sighed, it's not that it wasn't sweet of Rooker to look out for her, especially when some asshole bothered her, but she did grow tired of all her dates going to the hospital and being traumatized for live with Rooker's insane tormenting. Who hangs a guy over the ledge of a building naked and covered with cat nip? It was kind of funny watching the cut little kitty's try to claw away at the guy's skin at first when they did finally get to him, ooh that guy won't be able to stop shrieking like a girl every time he passes a cat now.

"Kelti are you ok?" Her eyes were blank, so Victor assumed she was in another one of her trances, this was the first one in a long while, so she was getting better. The brunette shook her head letting her cinnamon colored hair sway in the air.

"Yeah I'm fine, I was just thinking about stuff."

"What kind of stuff?" Victor asked, her cheeks were red, so it was either something funny or she was remembering some of the more dynamitic positions they had tried last night.

Kelti felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, it probably wouldn't be a good idea to tell him she was thinking of Rooker. That would kind of awkward and some men didn't take that kind of stuff real well and with him Rooker about to go on a mission together she didn't want to add to the tension.

"Oh well… look at the time! You better get going before Rooker gets to Hotel Moscow and no one can find you." She was hiding something he could tell, but she did have a point, it would be awkward if he was late for the mission and Rooker was a smart man, he would figure out where he had gone. Not that he cared, but Kelti wanted to be the one to break the news to the Lagoon Captain and as her boyfriend or lover whatever you wanted to call it he would respect her decision. Hopefully she would tell Rooker soon jumping out of windows was starting to take a toll on his knees.

Victor peeked around the corner, he had left his motorcycle about a block away, and he would have to be very careful when starting it because Rooker had helped Kelti modify the engine so he would recognize the sound. The Russian reasoned that since they weren't able to bring their own primary weapons with the expectance of their hidden one, Rooker would travel light and take his motorcycle over the Roadrunner. Sprinting across the street and down an alley Victor hopped on the seat of his bike and waited. He didn't have to wait long the roar of Rooker's engine starting was deafening, so much so that there was little chance of the pirate hearing his own engine roar to life.

Slamming down on the shifter Victor spun around and sped off down the street parallel to the one Rooker was driving on. There were many roads to Hotel Moscow and only one entrance as far as Rooker knew, Victor on the other hand new of other way around the walls that surrounded the Russian compound, it would be close but he should get there in enough time not to arouse suspicion.

"Come on, come on move!" Victor urged his machine not that it would do any good seeing how he had the throttle maxed out. Driving a motorcycle of this kind up hill was never easy, but this was the shortest route he could take to the back entrance, it had cost some speed, but he quickly barreled through the bush covering the hole in the wall, course there were traps there, but he had Asta disable them and keep watch for intruders. Not like anyone else knew about this entrance, but even the most guarded secret has rumors.

"I see your back Victor," A voice said from the shadows, it was Asta baggy eyes shown clearly in the rising sun, Victor felt guilty for asking his longtime friend and comrade to help him with such a thing as this, but he trusted no one else above her to help in this personal matter, so the least he could do was give her a reward for putting up with his selfishness.

"I am Asta," He said walking briskly passed the red/black head and as expected she followed him like always. "Tell me Asta when was the last time you had some R and R?"

Asta was puzzled but answered, "three years, sir. May ask why you wish to know this. My vacation days aren't important to the mission."

"No, no there not, what is important is that you have been helping with my personal endeavors and handling your work and mine. I believe it is time you had some time to yourself." He said stopping at the corner to the room where they held their briefing. He knew Asta was going to protest saying she didn't need time to herself or something like that, but Victor knew how to get around that. "This is an order by the way. The three women at Lagoon Company are going to their hide away Island well Rooker's away under his orders, I think it would a good experience for you to mingle with them."

"But there is no grantee that they will allow me come." Asta countered, but the smirk on Victor's face, quickly changed that.

"I already talked it over with Kelti. Now go pack your bags and I'll have Seth and someone else take care of you duties, while you're gone." Asta wanted to protest, but an order was an order, and the only one who could overturn Victor's orders was Balalaika and right now she was in one of her going to start a war moods, so she didn't want to bother her with something so trivial as this and besides that the captain most of the time agreed with Victor's decisions, so it was no win situation for her.

He watched her go. This would be good for her, she needs more friends than just him and Seth, and she needed how to say it… female friends. Not that there weren't more females in Hotel Moscow, but he knew even if he didn't show it that having Asta so close to him made the others jealous, not enough that it would affect their combat ability or teamwork, but when off the battle field the other women could be as vicious as vipers more than once he's had to discipline most of them for ganging up on Asta. Nothing wrong with a fight, but Victor preferred that when it was between comrades it at least be fair.

"Gonna stand there all day or are we going to do this thing?" Rooker joked passing by flanked by two of his mother's men escorting him. Victor growled in his throat, he was going to be locked in a confided space with that man, and worst of all their cover was that they were brothers. He wondered why his mother had picked it.

"Glad you two finally decided to join us." Balalaika said addressing the two as they entered the room. "Now allow me to brief you on your mission."

Author's note

Ok not much action in this chapter as you can see I decided to skip over the possible lemon or lemons in this chapter, I just didn't know if I should or not, but I did. Next chapter though will be much more exciting as far as action wise and plus we get to meet Hans with some possible insight on how Pip and Seras died and what happed at the massacre of the fog. Also a secret will be revealed about Rooker.

On another note what did you think about Sheila's softer side? Too much? I mean Revy had her moments, few as they were, but she showed some concern for Rock sometimes.

Ok today's rap sheet is one long overdue Sheila!

Name: Sheila Okajima

Date of birth: February 14, 1995 (I don't know if I said another date earlier)

Place of birth: Thailand Roanapur

Birth parents: (Father) Rock Okajima (Mother) Revy "two hands" Okajima

Occupation: Pirate/smuggler, Co-owner of Lagoon Company

Affiliations: Lagoon Company

Misc. Sheila the daughter of the infamous Revy two hands is a pretty much a scaled down version of her mother. At age eighteen she's already developed a bad smoking and drinking habit, and a reputation about being a crack shot. She has an interesting sister like relationship with Mei Chang because of their gun Fu style combat, and also rivalry with Talia, Shenhua's daughter. Interesting enough Sheila did graduate from high school unlike her mother, and there are times when her father shows in her. On final note she is very ticklish another trait from her mother and she is in love with Lagoon's new owner Rooker Kane.