New Lagoon

by WolfGear

The year is 2013 Dutch the last orginal member of Lagoon is Dead. Now a New crew and new boss is setting up shop, but can they work together or will they kill each other first? Find out as Rooker Kane and Sheila Okajima start up where Dutch left off.

14. Chapter 14

WolfGear Presents: New Lagoon

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

Chapter 14: The great Escape part 3: Massacre of the Fog

I don't own Black Lagoon, Hellsing, or any other references mentioned (it's not like I make money of this) I don't really

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

Last time on New Lagoon

Rooker gave a cheerless smile. "Yeah you're right there, what you don't know is that it was the Taydr we were fighting against and they all but defeated us with Crossbows, knives and some bombs." He said grimly. "But I guess for you to understand I should start at the beginning."

Character Ages at the time Pip and Bran 37, Seras 35, Hans 24, Kelti 22, Rooker 22, Victor 15

Four years ago 2010 London, England, reports of massive terrorist attack on the isles grand capital were intercepted by the Secret Knights of the realm intelligence bureau one of the twelve off the book organizations created by Queen Elizabeth II as a way to rule her country behind the scenes.

The intercepted information stated that one fourth of the city will be turned to rubble if the crown does not release the four Taydr leaders in their custody. This statement was never released to the public nor was the fact that the four had tried to assassinate the royal family.

A Royal decree was sent out the members of the Royal guard, the SAS, and knights of York, but even with the combine force there were still many parts of the city left with inefficient number of troops, so with no other option left the Royal family paid out of their own pocket to contract the Wild Geese Mercenaries.

"So this is the plan Bran and his unit will weep this area, well me and the rest of you will weep the area parallel to his position. Rooker and Kelti will be on standby as reinforcements, blue smoke marks mortar targets, do not mark anything unless you are one hundred percent sure there are there are enemy units inside we are being billed for any unnecessary damages." Pip ordered his men. The French merc rubbed the remains of his cigarette into the dirt with his toe. "Well come one then you lazy basterds! The sooner we get this done the sooner were paid. Seras have some of your sniper units in each group and station them in the perimeter where they can prove support if needed."

Rushing away her spiky gold locks from her field of vision Seras gave a halfhearted salute to her husband. "Yes whatever you say sir. Bring the 30mm along too incase of enemy armor." She ordered one of her grunts. Pip sighed at his wife's choice of weapon, she knew there wouldn't be any armored units, but she just loves to shoot that big thing any chance she gets especially those explosive rounds; speaking of explosives.

"Has any one seen Roland?" He asked out loud. The man was their structural analyst and demolisher, but he has been act rather freckle as of late, course to Pip that meant he was being an ass and skipping work.

"He took a sick leave, sir," someone called out from the group. Pip notice that it was one of the new recruits that Roland had recommended, he neither cared for or trusted any of the men Roland had brought into the group, it's not like they've done anything to arouse suspicion, they worked hard, did as they were told, but whenever Roland went missing they always had an excuse ready for him, it had become almost routine, which degraded his trust in the explosive expert and that in turn made him not trust those around him.

Shaking of his thoughts of Roland's strange behavior Pip picked up his gun and leads his men into the hornets' nest. "Alright boy's let's move out!"

Pips Equipment + unit

Primary weapon: Ak-47 under barrel grenade launder and red dot

Secondary weapon .44 magnum revolver

Lethal Frag grenade x 5

Tactical Flash bang x2 smoke grenades x 3

Extra: knife, and mortar marks

Entering the target area was eerily, the civilians of the entire city had been evacuated in secret with the Royal emergency order text, yes text, it stated that all civilian were to go about their normal day but instead of school or work they when to the bunkers build beneath the city after world war II, everybody was check searched and then stripped of all mechanical devices so no turncoats could remote activate any bombs. In pretext the civilians were told this was just a drill.

Pip led his man zig zag down the deserted streets, Brans unit was just on the other side so either one could help the other in case of an ambush.

"Have the drone picked up any movements yet Seras?" In addition to the evacuation RCAD (Remote controlled air drones) were flying over the city in search of enemy movement, they even had the compactly to check buildings without entering. How they did that he didn't know but it sure was cool.

"No movements on radar yet love, either they know how to keep still or this is one big joke." Seras replied checking the windows and rooftops with her AS50 sniper rifle, nothing has shown up on her thermal scope yet, but that didn't mean something wasn't out there. "Be careful of the square ahead there's not much cover for all of you.

"Roger that we'll be careful." He could see the square in front of him and didn't like the feel of it. "Spread out and stay alert I don't like the looks of this."

Slowly they crept across the open square; there were five roads that intercepted and a lot of buildings to attack from. Dammit he didn't like this one bit. The smarter thing to do was to creep close to the buildings, but if they were rigged to blow then they would take just as many casualties, it was a lose/lose situation.

They were almost through the square ten more meters and Pip would be able to the touch the door of the building in front of him, he let out a breath he'd beholding, now he just had to wait for his men to regroup.

Suddenly someone screamed! Pip turned and looked at his old friend Nickolas scrambling about with an arrow threw this arm! He looked at him and he did the same and then the arrow exploded!

"Semtex explosive arrows take cover!" he ordered a dozen more arrows flew out of nowhere hitting six more of his men as they ran for cover. They tried to pull the arrows out, but the barbed tip and sticky Semtex make it impossible and Pip watched in horror was six more of his comrades were blown to pieces! "Get inside, check the building!" He yelled barging through the bakery window in front of him, two men jumped in after him, the first was hit in the back while the second made it safely.

"Jimmy!" The other man yelled watching his friend throw himself outside again a small boom later and the front of the store was covered in blood.

"Get hold of yourself man!" Pip yelled slapping the mercenary across the face. "Get up and fight or you'll end up the same way!" The man nodded sorrowfully and stood up with firm resolve. The floor creaked above them and both men didn't hesitate to fire through the ceiling floor. They waited for what seemed like eternity and waiting for the blood of their target to spill through the floor, but it didn't.

"Prepare yourself," Pip warned and right as he said that a cloaked figure burst from the weakened ceiling flicking forth a hidden wrist blade and stabbed the other merc in the neck killing him instantly. Quickly Pip fired a few rounds into the attackers head killing him.

"Fuck!" He cursed quickly checking the upstairs for more hostiles. "I need a damage report! How may did we lose what are positions, did anyone see where they were shooting from and also check your damn building! These fuckers are sneaky."

Instead of response though all Pip got was static. "Hello, squad leaders check in, report dammit! Bran, Bran you there?"

"Yes… I… here," the bloodhound replied scratchy. Basterds must be jamming their signals. "Seras can you hear me? We need some support, Seras!" Pip screamed into his mic, instinct took over and he leaped behind the office desk, three explosive arrows thud against the hard wood and exploded. The blast radiance wasn't that big, but it wouldn't be long till the desk would be reduced to splinters. "Dammit how did this happen?" He cursed, pinned down, separated from his unit; he hoped the others were doing better than he was.

Meanwhile two blocks away Seras and her unit where having just as many problems as Pip's.

The robed basterds had taken them by complete surprise all at once they began storming out on to the roof tops of the nearby buildings and had started to encircle the square. At first Seras had thought they weren't doing anything because she didn't heard any gun shots from them, but then she heard the screams of her comrades and zoomed in with normal scope and saw the basterds where armed with crossbows. She had laughed at first but when she looked into the squares and saw bodies exploding, she turned dead serious.

"Cap the basterds!" She ordered promptly switching back to her thermal scope all the wild geese members were hiding in the stores below, meaning she could let loose the Taydr's cloaks made it hard to see them on the dully gray roof tops, but on a cool day like this one even with the fog setting in she could see them like a candle in the darkness. "Order all our men to stay put less they want to get shot."

In rapid succession Seras downed five Taydr soldiers in the head, reloaded and then repeated. They however didn't work for every long the enemy was now running in random directions ducking in and out behind whatever laid on the rooftops, it was then she noticed they were getting closer and if matters could get any worse a heavy fog settled over making impossible to see ten feet in front of you, even with thermal it was impossible to snipe in this weather.

"Everyone switch to close range combat! Kata get over here and earn your pay." Seras ordered her second and longtime friend. The Native American gave a wolfish smile as she twirled one of her brass knuckled trench knives lazily in the air.

"Perhaps know you will believe in my pre battle ritual dance, it brings much good fortune." Kata playfully said drawing her desert eagle.

In less than a moment the sniper team found themselves surrounded by what seemed to be horde of Taydr assassins and like a pack of wolves they struck the geese hard. Men were dying left and right as the Taydr's hidden blades and close quarters combat skills all by overwhelmed most of the sniping team.

Kata swung with delight as she twirled and danced her way through a group of five Taydrs. Breaking skulls and slashing throats with her trusty knuckled knife. Coming out her crouched position she caught sight of three Taydrs leaping through the air from some unknown leaping point, quickly she let loose with her pistol and all three fell limply to the ground.

"How you doing Seras," She inquired of the sniper. Unlike what one would thing her blond comrade was no push over when it comes to hand to hand.

"Oh I'm doing just dandy!" Seras retorted twisting the arm of a helpless Taydr and breaking with a quick turn of the hand. She then grabbed hold of the mechanism that controlled the hidden blades in and out function and stabbed the man with his own blade. Seven more bodies laid around her in the same manner.

"Who's still alive?" She called out to the unit. A few shouts of acknowledgement were returned but much less then she was hoping for. In just a few minutes her unit of twenty five was down to seven. Regrouping she inquired about how many the other survivors had managed to kill the results were mortifying, three of the five had not even seen the enemy and the other two had only killed one each meaning they were only attacked by a maximum of twenty men and they killed them all in only a few short minutes she had lost eighteen men armed with guns to men with knives.

Down below in the square in an abandon clothing store Bran and Hans along with several other of their unit took cover and watched for the enemy. The have already cleared the building losing two men in the process from hidden Taydr. The basterds were sneakier then rats Bran has come to realize and they fight like a pack of wolves moving as one taking the weakest of the group, it made his blood boil at the thought of his friend being killed.

"Hans be ready for anything." Bran warned his young friend. Hans was his unofficial apprentice after Rosalita had left and become the Bloodhound of Venezuela so many years ago he was warily about making another monster such as that, though she had come to the realization of the farce she had been killing for the blood she had spilt during that time was on his hands too. So he made sure to keep Hans at a level of skill that Rooker could handle if need and vice versa. Thinking of Rooker then made him think of another dead comrade Yankee or Walter R. Kane Rooker's father. Rooker acts the same way Walter did at his age rash, ruthless, and so cunning that it seemed that random acts meant nothing when in reality they laid the foundation for a much grander design. He missed the man greatly he was like his own brother.

Bran couldn't help but let out a chuckle remembering how Walter had acquired his nickname Yankee. He was in fact some sort of German Russian mix or something he didn't know the late Kane's heritage was a mystery even to him, but his wild nature and brash behavior is how the former Captain Pip's Father decided on Walter's nickname.

"It's because you run around screamin' like a damn Yankee, so that's what I'll call ye." Bran remembered the old geezer's exact words. Walter had taken no offence and simply replied that he didn't care what he was called as long as the old man signed his pay check. Bran remembered the geezer laughed like a lunatic when he heard that. "HAHAHAHA A true merc you are, I might just consider you a son someday."

He sighed at the memory the geezer kicked the bucket two years later from lung cancer, it wasn't the glory ending he had wanted but he fought the best he could and on his death bed he rolled his last smoke and took on last sip of alcohol and said it not such a bad way to die boys having you shitheads around my bedside blubbering like babies it makes me proud to call you my sons of war.

"In coming!" Someone yelled snapping Bran from his thoughts he looked up just in time to see a clay bomb explode temporary disorienting anybody close enough to be caught by its effects. Quickly he tapped Hans on the shoulder and ordered him to get everybody into more defense position.

"Hold the line here I'm going to find us a way out." Hans nodded in acknowledgment and did as he was told while Bran raced to the upstairs. The explosion was just a distraction they would fake a frontal assault while more snuck in from the roof or even the wall from the building next door. After all if you make your opponent death it's much easier to sneak up without making noise.

Expanding his senses to their maximum Bran waited for the moment when the enemy would make their move. Once the gun fire started they would make their move. A single explosive arrow exploded down below and the thumbing of many feet against the stone cobble could be hear as the Taydr made their approach under the cover of fog and smoke, but he wasn't interested in the whelps no his prey was the ones waiting on the roof and the ones one the other side of the wall thinking they were quiet but in reality he could hear their hushed whispers like a drum.

One of his men shouted below and the loud bang of gunfire filled the air at the same time what was most likely a heavy duty cutting saw revved up and began to tearing into the brick wall, while the ones on the roof thinking they were unnoticed began their descent to the second story where he was waiting.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one," The windows shattered sending shards of glass flying into the air in that moment Bran struck. Grabbing the first Taydr by the neck and snapped it with ease, the second had his knife draw and charged, Bran stepped to the side grabbed the man by the should and spun him so he flew into his comrade stabbing him, Bran finished by stomping one the back of the downed man's neck. The last Taydr was more cautious keep his distance, but that didn't stop Bran like an animal he rushed the Taydr avoiding his swift jabs and grabbed the man by the neck and cracked the man's skull with his knife. This happened in five seconds.

Picking up his discard rifle he placed himself parallel to stop in the wall the Taydr were cutting once the final cut was made and the saw powered down Bran opened fire at the exact moment wall fell and then let loose the Bloodhound.

The screams of the Taydr troops where heard from down below and instantly Hans was up the stairs what he saw amazed him. Twenty that's right twenty Taydr assassins lay dead on the floor in the next building their bodies broken and mangled and on the other end of the room he saw Bran covered in blood finishing the last one off by ripping out his throat with his bare hands!

"Hans," Bran said quietly. "Gather the men were leaving and while you're at it throw some target flare outside." He watched the younger man salute and went about his orders, while Bran waited for his return looking over the corpses of his victims. That's when he decided that when they got out of here he was going to retire. He was tired of this life and despite how he may look he was getting old it was time to let someone else do the worlds dirty work.

Rooker sat impatiently on his chair. The radios were out and no signal fares had been sent yet and every bone in his body was screaming at him to go and find out what was wrong, if it was just himself he would have done just that twenty minutes ago, but he was in command he had to think things out, the wrong move could cost more men their lives than necessary.

Someone ran up beside him, it was Kelti she was breathing hard and trying to tell him something at the same time, so all he was getting was gibberish. "Take a breath Kelti so I can understand you." He gruffly told her. His foster sister did as he said and straightened her back.

"Purple smoke as appeared in area 25, should we commence with mortar fire?" She asked him. It was dangerous to fire mortar when they had no way to contact each other but what was the point of giving them those flares if they didn't want them to fire?

"Get the mortar team lined up and ready to fire hurry up!" He ordered. In less than a minute five mortar were lined up and ready to fire. "Open fire!" Rooker watched the shells fly and hit their target. There was no way to know if they had hit their mark or killed some of their own or if more fire was needed so he ordered that two more volleys be shot and then stop.

He went to the radio tent and found the radio man (one of Roland's recommendations) sleeping of things! Kicking the man's chair over and grabbed the confused fool by caller of his uniform and Rooker threw him outside for the rest of the unit to see.

"Sleeping at a time like this, I should kill you right now!" Rooker yelled making on lookers flinch in fear, they've seen what happens when Rooker gets this mad and the cocky little shit just kept smiling.

"Hey don't be so uptight, the signal being jammed there no point to listen in anymore." The man said smugly.

Rooker was seeing red. "You little shit! I… how do you know that the signal being jammed?" There were a multiple of ways to scatter a radio signal, scrambling, blackout, interfere, and jamming. They all did the same thing just the way they did it deferred, it was impossible to tell which kind it was unless. "You know the device doing the jamming…"

Violently Rooker grabbed the man by the arm and twisted it backwards. "You traitor spill your guts now and you might get out this in one piece." The man laughed even as Rooker put more pressure on his arm. "What's so funny?"

"You," The man laughed wincing in pain. "We set this whole thing up so we could show the world the Taydr are best and at the same time eliminate the competition by killing the wild geese and besting the brits at the same time, so might as while kill me because you're not getting any more out of me."

This time Rooker laughed. "You really are stupid. Kelti find the rest of Roland's new recruits and kill 'em on sight. None of them were allowed to join with the other units so they should all still be here. And as for you I'm not going to kill you no I'm going to make you beg to kill me, starting with your teeth!"

Thirty minutes later the bodies of all of Roland's men were piled together, Taydr tattoos found on each of them the last one live the radio man named Fin had all his teeth broken and crushed, his finger and toe nails pulled off and his joints impaled with rebar, but that wasn't all his hair had been ripped out his skull blood dripped down his face and past his empty eye socks, his body covered in lacerations and bruises, his tongue laid on the ground between his crushed balls.

"Do you feel like dying yet?" Rooker asked the disfigured man. The man tried to speak but with no tongue or teeth he could not plead for his suffering to end. "I see you are a tougher man then I thought Fin I will leave you here in admiration of your willingness to go on living!" Rooker said sarcastically praised.

He walked away from the man ignoring his rambled cries for death and not giving it. Rooker looked to Kelti and saw her pitying the fool he stopped beside her and handed her his pistol.

"If want to be merciful to him then fine, I have very little to give right now." He said strapping on his helmet and stood before the unit. "Listen up! We will be entering the city to rescue our comrades. Riot shield in front and back this will be our wall to safe guard our friends and us. Ready let's move out!"

Rooker's equipment + unit

Primary weapon: Striker 12 gauge shotgun

Secondary weapon: ACR 901 with shotgun and red dot

Last resort: .44 magnums

Lethal Frags x 5

Tactical: smoke and concussion grenades

Unit

HA- Heavy armor

Primary: M60, ACR 901, Flamethrower

Secondary riot shield, P99

Last resort- RPG

HMA-heavy Mobile armor or Juggernaut

Napalm

C4

Entering the city was easy they encountered no resistance for the first four blocks, now only one block way from the square where the other's had been ambushed Rooker pulled his Riot shield units in to surround the ones without in a protective circle and had the rest layer their shield over the top of each other over the men's' heads for even more cover, this was called the parallax formation.

Warily Rooker looked through the clear bullet proof shields and watched the windows and rooftops. Before the signal was jammed he heard bits and pieces of how the enemy fought, they liked high places and attacked in swarms, and utilizes explosives but it wasn't made clear how.

Movement on the building left them caught his attention, quietly he signaled for the left flank to open the shields so the men could fire at a moment's notice, he ordered the right to remain close but to keep their safety off, these guys like to ambush so the real attack would probably come from the right, but if he was wrong then he had it covered.

In the window ceil on the third story of the building he saw the moment a single figure readied its weapon on them, using the short range coms that were unaffected by the jammer Rooker told his men to wait for his signal.

The tension was building as the walking shield wall was now halfway past the building parallel to the front door. More and more movement could be seen in the windows and on the roofs. Rooker saw one of them about to take his shot, but he decided he waited long enough.

"Weapon loose," the left flank opened fire, the roar of the m60's armor piercing rounds was deafing as the bullet tore through the bricked walls like Swiss cheese. On the right side at least twenty Taydr crossbow man lined up on the ledge of the building and let loose volley of explosive arrows. How because the tips of the arrows were still normal arrow tips they bounded off the shields and fell to the ground. They still exploded non effective.

Now it was the right flanks turn to do some damage as the shield carriers opened to allow the shoots room to fire, and no matter how fast the Taydr were at reloading an automatic assault rifle vs. a crossbow in straight up fight assault rifle wins.

The Shields were quickly reset to their defense position and everyone waited for Rooker's next command. There still could be more hostiles inside but to check would take time and the possibility of someone getting killed rose to very high, so what was Rooker to do?

"Throw some Napalm bomb in with some C4 and denoted it when we get far enough away. We don't have time to waste with little things like property damage." In seconds the requested bombs were duck tapped together and handed over to the group's best throwers. The NC4 bombs broke the first floor windows and quickly but not breaking formation the unit got far enough away that they could denote the bombs. A loud explosion echoed followed by a wave a flame that engulfed the buildings so quickly that it was like someone coated it in gas beforehand. "Come on keep moving!"

Inside a bakery Pip the captain and leader of the wild geese clutched his bleeding side in pain. Three waves of Taydr had attacked him with in the last forty minutes, and each group was bigger and more skilled then the last, but he managed to kill them all and use their bodies to make a wall covering up the windows and doorways, immoral maybe, but effective yes.

"Damn way are do these basterds keep coming after me?" Pip wondered coughing up blood. Black spots began to flood his vision and the sinking feeling of never seeing his wife or children's faces again snapped him wake just as pair of building exploded a block away. He smiled proudly Rooker was on his way and begin just as destructive as always. "Good job son."

"Yes good job indeed," A voice sneered. Pip reached for his gun but a hard kick knocked it from his hands, not that mattered anyways he ran out of ammo quite a while ago. "The great Captain Pip bleeding helplessly on the ground, oh how the mighty have fallen." The voice continued to mock. Pip just smiled know how much his would be tormenter hated it.

"So Roland you finally gathered up the balls to come and face me huh, too bad you had to send three waves of ten to do it. A real underhanded trick with no tact what's so ever," Pip spat. He knew that he would mostly meet his end in battle; he just wished it could have a little more heroic like saving his wife's life or something of that nature. Not bleeding out on a bakery floor!

Roland smirked. "It doesn't matter how you do it as long as you get the job done right? I thought that was the mercenary's way?"

"Maybe if you were some low life merc, but we of the wild geese we're different. We aren't just some yahoos in it for the money, my family has been doing this for three generations, it's a way of life and we except the fact that we may die in battle, but we always try to make it worthwhile." Pip told the traitor. For years he and Roland had fought side by side and now with his betray finally out in the open he felt like he should have gone with his first instinct and killed the man the first time they met. "So why join up with us if you were already part of the Taydr's secret little clan?"

"Simple I need to get rid of the competition. You see Pip you kind of unit doesn't assist Dictators or people of similar nature, which makes you a target for the guys trying to help those kinds of people. Tell me did you think you could bring world peace?" Roland mocked, but he was silenced by Pip's response.

"World peace is a pipe dream. There will always be war in this world so long as there are stupid Politian's and people who think they can rule the world. I just thought that if we were going to kill for a living we might as well try to make the world a better place while we were at it." He could hear the sound of gunfire and more the firing of RPG rockets Rooker had arrived. "Well if you going to kill me you better do it before Rooker finds us. Otherwise you may be the one bleeding on the floor."

Roland growled. "Fine and don't worry your wife will soon join you!" He swung down with his knife when suddenly he felt a stinging pain in his gut. Roland staggered back as one of his men's throwing knives was imbedded deep in his gut. He looked into Pip's eyes and shivered at the amount of hatred that filled them.

"Nobody threatens my wife…" the light of Pips eyes faded away, the captain of the wild geese was dead.

Seras had finished slaying another Taydr when she felt a cold shiver run up her spine. A feeling of pure dread over took her and for a moment she had forgotten her surroundings.

"Seras look out!" Kata warned the blonde chucking one of her knives at the advancing Taydr unfortunately it missed and the assassin was able to bury his blade into the blonde's side making her gasp in pain as she struggled to throw the man off her. The two fell to the ground and began rolling dangerously to the edge where Seras had managed to kick the Taydr off of her and send him sprawling on to the streets below.

With all other enemies killed Kata ran to her friends side and inspected the wound and gulped the blade had gone right through her liver and was bleeding internally there was nothing she could do as she gently laid her commanders head on her lap and stayed by her side.

At that moment the fog began to lift and in the square she could see Rooker and his men tending to the wounded. In the distance she saw maybe fifty of the Taydr fleeing across the rooftops and more on the ground, some were even crawling down into the sewers. All together she would say there were about two hundreds of them. Kata assumed there were even more in the other parts of the city but the geese had left their mark if the five burning buildings were any indication of Rooker's Explosive yet effective strategy.

Kata looked down into Seras's lifeless eyes and sighed they had suffered a great loss today. Her pain multiplied as she saw Pip's body being carried out of the nearby bakery by a frantic Rooker, who was shaking his father's corpse screaming of him to wake up. Gingerly she closed Seras's sky blue eyes and carried her down to the rest of the unit better to get it over with then let it drag out.

The next day after the bodies were recovered and counted the units lost tally was as follows the Royal guard 111/150, the SAS 224/300, the knights of York 90/150 and finally the wild geese 40/100 remaining units. Current number of enemy units killed 187/?

The knights of twelve looked over the numbers with dwindling pride a good chunk of their forces had been killed, the mercenary units they didn't care about see they had destroyed much more property then any of the other forces did even if they did end up killing the majority of the enemy units found. How to explain to the people of their lost loved ones or the ones who had their homes and businesses destroyed?

"I propose we rest the blame on the mercenaries. There is no real reason for us to defend the honor of bunch money chasers." Sir Kamelot proposed the majority of the twelve agreed except for two the head of national security herself Sir Lady Integra Fairbrook by her side and her husband Sir Alucard of internal affairs and head of the knights of York. Standing beside them was Paice Ulf Nal Kallen or Punk by his friends.

"Would advise against that my fellow knights. The geese have lost their leaders and many of their men, placing the blame on them after this could cause the remaining members to do something desperate and the fact that you would willing sully my sister's Seras Fairbrook name is also very insulting." Integra objected slamming her fist on the table making the fools jump back in fear.

"Must also abject on my wife's behalf and before you start spotting nonsense about honor remember it was you who suggested I grant your son membership into the knights of York despite his physical lacking and then you beg me to leave him out of this operation to save his live, imagine the people surprise when they find out how noble their noblemen really are?" Alucard sneered in disgust. He had been present along with his wife on the battlefield while the rest of the knight coward in the back.

"That is enough. Sir Fairbrook is right for their sacrifice we must not turn our back on those you have helped us." The Queen declared silencing anymore talk of handing the wild geese over on the platter to die.

"If I may your majesty I have an idea how to rectify the situation." All eyes turned to Punk as he shuffled his feet and waited for the Queen's permission to speak. The Queen simply nodded for him to continue. "Thank you. Now no doubt that the public and the media on their own will try to question the Wild Geese involvement so to protect them from that I suggest that they be disavowed and then reformed into a new group under the knights of twelve's payroll . After all if the wild geese don't exist how can you claim they were there?"

"You can convince the current commander to do this?" The Queen questioned. Punk nodded confidently.

"Yes, either Bran Roberts or Rooker Kane is in command, no doubt they will want to save their men from being persecuted. I will leave at once to give them our offer."

The Queen nodded. "So be it as of know the wild geese are disbanded, any of them members that wish to join in our organization my do so any that refuse will be left alone."

Rooker sat out in the rain. He had just managed to calm Kelti down which involved him using the Vulcan neck pinch. That may not have been the best answer but he was at a lost about what to do for his grieving sister, giving comfort was not one of his specialties. Rooker remembered one time one of the rookies broke down crying during his first mission and he slapped him hard on the cheek telling him to get his shit together or he'd kill him right where he stood.

"You'll catch a cold if you sit out here in the rain." Someone said behind him. Rooker looked and saw Bran carrying an umbra his other arm was wrapped in bandages and hanging in a sling. The bloodhound had broken it trying to stop Hans form running after the retreating Taydr for murdering Pip and Seras, but in the mist of the chaos a bomb of some sorts when off on a rooftop above and the falling debris hit the veteran's out stretched arm braking it nearly in two.

"I've never been sick a day in my life, I'll be fine." Rooker retorted fiddling with Pip's revolver. Bran sighed as he took a seat on the ammo box next to the defacto leader of the wild geese or what was left of them.

"I hear that Tanner and John had run off during the battle. They were in Pip's unit I believe fucking cowards turn tail and run and let him to die." Bran spat in disgust, and then he looked down at his broken arm and sighed for what felt like the hundredth time today. "I've decided to retire. I've had enough, and Kata has too, but this time tomorrow we'll both be gone. Meaning you are now the official leader of the Wild Geese what you with it." He said standing up and walking away.

Rooker sat there for another hour before leaving to find some place warm. He dried off and sat next to sleeping form. He smiled glad that he at least managed to keep her safe in the end. Feeling tired himself Rooker was about to dose off himself when the splashing of mud outside the tent door caught his attention, while the betrayal of Roland still fresh in his mind he was prepared to kill anyone that didn't feel right that walked through that door.

"I hear this is where I can find the leader of the Wild Geese that wouldn't happen to be you now would it mate?" A voice with a heavy Australian with a touch of British accent asked. Suspiciously Rooker nodded, the newcomer smiled brightly as he took a seat next to him without asking permission. "Names Paice Ulf Nal Kallen or Major Punk of the Knights of York and I have an offer for you. You see to save the wild geese from public succulently we need you men to join a new unit that will in a sense be tracking the wild geese when in reality they will be working under the authority of the knights of twelve doing what they do best. Now I know that you may feel-"

"Take 'em I don't care," Rooker said walking over to the table on the other side of the tent and began composing a letter.

"I see that was rather easy now you and your men will-

"I'm not staying," Rooker interrupted again folding his letter and placing it in Kelti's pocket. He didn't want to be in charge, some may think of it as running away but to him it was freedom. His letter to Kelti explains why and that she should do the same. Grabbing his equipment Rooker headed of the door but stopped short to address the Major. "If you ever come looking for me I'll kill you and then rest next."

Punk shivered at the threat knowing the young merc was completely serious. "Man that kid scares the shit out of me!"

After this the remaining Wild Geese members were reformed into the Fighting 69th and put under the command of Major Punk. Kelti leaved with her aunt Integra for almost a year before running away and falling into the criminal world as the rider. Hans was found on deaths door by Balalaika a mouth after the massacre in Turkey where she had been training the Second VDV in live combat. Bran moved to Venezuela and lives under the name Roberto living the life of simple servant. Kata returned to her tribe in the states and married giving birth to three children one boy two girls. As for Rooker he wondered the earth taking one any job he could till on day in Laos he received a letter from Dutch.

Dutch's Letter to Rooker

Dear Rooker

It's been years since I've last seen you. Last time I did you were just a little shit sucking on your mother's tits! Boy I found some real irony when I moved to Roanapur. Anyways remember when you told me you wanted my boat? Well guess what it yours. That's right I kicked the bucket sucks to be me, but it suck even more for you if you don't get there in time before someone steals it! Also there's a girl named Sheila Okajima there too she's the daughter of some very close friends of mine so look out for her will you?

P.S I'll be sure to say hi to your Folks for ya and your pops, and just a little hint your mom is in Roanapur and she is one fierce woman if I say so myself. She smoke this brand by the way just help narrow the search.

A single cigar fell from the package. Rooker stuck a match and lit memorizing the smell and taste of it. Two weeks later Rooker was in Roanapur saving a drunken Sheila from a gang of Columbians and you know what happen after that.

Author's note

This is a really long about twice as long as a normal one from me. So what did you think? Some of the part I had to rush through and I skipped over some stuff I wanted in there but it wasn't that important. Originally I was going to have Pip and Seras's deaths more dramatic like Pip taking the hit for Rooker or something and Kelti being there and seeing her mother die, but I just couldn't do it or something along those lines. I would explain in more detail about why the wild geese had to reform but I'm feeling lazy and I'm sure you guys can figure it out in the long run through it doesn't matter, so don't worry about it.

I would also like to announce that I do have a part time job now! yeah cash flow and Taxes… Taxes suck their so confusing. Anyways the good news of you guys is my hours won't affect my writing habits.

Next chapter will return to the main storyline now to wrap things up with today's Rap sheet… Kata!

Name: Kata Wild Fang

Date of birth: May 16 1976

Place of birth: Montana Indian reservation

Birth parents: (Father) Wolf Wild Fang (Mother) Fox Wild Fang (You can see I'm running out of names)

Occupation: Mercenary,

Affiliations: Wild Geese

Misc. Kata was born to a small tribe deep in Montana; it was there that she acquired her knives and tracking skills. Later on she moved away from the res and joins the military where she was selected for a Black Op mission. The details of the mission were never spoken of but afterwards Kata went AWOL. A few months later she joined the wild geese and was eventually cleared and given honorable discharge thanks to the Wild Geese influence in the CIA and the knight of 12. After the massacre of the Fog Kata returned home and settled down her children's names are Pip, Seras, and Sarah.