WolfGear Presents: New Lagoon
Pairings: Rock x Revy, Benny x Jane, OC's x Oc's
Chapter 21: The Red flag flies over New York
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
The air was chill in New York City, spring was here, but the winds made what would have been nice day's miserable as residents were forced to keep their coats clutched tight. There was another problem though, the wind made sniping in the city even harder. There was no constant current flow, the wind were erotic and always changing direction. That was fine though, it made the challenge even sweeter.
Atop an office building parallel to the court house is where Rooker lied in wait. Urban cameos, long range AS50 semi auto sniper rifle and scanner at his side as he observed his hunting ground. There were a lot of innocent people and not so innocent that filled the street below. Course once things get underway it will be easy to tell who's who.
Sighting in on Talia's and Hans's position to make sure the two were ready to move at the drop at a hat. Rooker was not naïve. He knew from checking his contacts, that there was no way Revy and Rock would go free. There were just too many people that wanted them to stay here. Like the Columbian mob, the cartels, the Irish mob, and many other illegal and legal groups.
After what he was going to do though, nobody was going to have time to be looking for two smugglers from a back water country.
"Jamie are you all set?" Rooker asked the tech genius. For this mission all the stops were pulled out. Every favor, debt, and paybacks were called in, nothing was left to chance. This city, no this country was about to see what the will of a single man could do.
"Roger that Rooker, we are a go." Jamie replied. He couldn't believe what they were about to do, something like this could actually start world war III! However if it was for Sheila he was willing to play his part in it.
Rooker grinned. Good everything was going according to plan. Now he just had to sit and wait for the trail to be done.
Court had resumed after the break and things were looking really bad for Rock and Revy. The prosecution, the judge, the jury, every single one of them was working towards their demise. Kelti did her best. She voided false accusations, pleaded with the jury to let the Okajima's go home to their daughter and let them see the birth of their grandchild, till finally she was out of options, but to make them see that this was a mistake.
Kelti took a deep breath. This wasn't part of the plan, but at least they would know they brought this on themselves.
"I wish to make a statement, before the jury convenes." The judged allowed her to continue. "Members of the jury, all those present in this court room today. Listen to what I have to say, if you do not release these two, hell will literally break loose. The world change and you may not be ready for what's to come. So I beg you don't do this. Don't let yourselves be pushed into sending away to people who love their daughter and are willing to change everything to ensure she gets a normal life, please."
"Miss Bernadotte," the judge angrily interrupted. "Enough of this nonsense, will the jury please present their ruling?"
"Yes you honor." The juror Brandon, the ex-cop, answered while smirking. "We the people find Revy and Rock Okajima guilty on all charges and are hereby sentence to life in prison. That will be all."
The moment the words were said, guards appeared from nowhere and dragged a raging Revy from the court room, along with Rock who had bashed a guard's jaw loosed when they tried to grab Revy. Kelti rushed to Sheila's side to stop her from doing anything stupid. In the mist of the chaos she pulled her sister to safety and got in the got in the car they had waiting for them. Now it was up to Rooker and the rest.
From his position Rooker could see Rock and Revy being dragged to the armor truck for transport. The wind calmed and in that moment he fired.
The first guard dropped, then the second and then the third, all with in second of each other and while the crowd roared away in panic. Hans and Talia each threw a set of smoke bombs that covered the area in thick smog and quickly snuck into the smug unnoticed.
Revy fumbled for the keys on the dead guard's belt. She was having a hard time finding it in all the smoke and not mention her hands where cuffed behind her back! Between the choice of going to prison for the rest of her life or escaping now, she chooses now.
Two shadows approached through the smoke. Rock rolled to his feet and slipped his cuffed wrists over his legs and prepared to do the best he could to hold off on their unknown guest. Two people clad in white and gray cameo head to toe come into his vision. You could tell by the mound on the smaller ones chest that she was a woman and the other was male. They approached casually making to move or threats for them to drop to the ground. Instead they said, "Need a hand?"
Rock and Revy blinked as the woman removed her mask to reveal her Identity. To both their surprise it was Talia! The assassin flicked blade from her wrist and in a single swipe cut the chains linking their cuffs allowing them free movement.
Key in hand Revy removed hers and then Rocks cuffs, if they were going to escape it would better not to have such flashy jewelry on them.
"Come one let's go!" Revy shouted only to be pulled back by the man Talia showed up with.
"No," Hans said keeping a tight grip on Revy's shoulder. "We wait for Rooker's signal."
"The smokes clearing out, we'll be caught!" Said Rock as the smoke began to get thinner and thinner. Hans smiled as he looked to where Rooker was located; time to put on a show.
Rooker watched as the smoke began to clear. Several more officers were preparing to shoot as soon as the smoke cleared. He couldn't have that.
"Jamie, begin operation Red Flag."
"Yes, sir!" The tech affirmed punching in a dozen keys and codes that didn't seem to make sense. When he finished he eased back into his chair and pressed the enter button.
Officers, people form the court house and unwitting bystanders waited for the smoke to clear. Many had their cameras out and live feeding the footage to the internet. You could begin to see shadows though the smoke and the officers cocked the hammers of their guns, the crowded tense, and then several building down the street exploded!
Citizens panicked as debris fell from the sky. The explosions were low yield so the building didn't collapse, but something else fell down the sides of the buildings. A large red cloth unrolled its self. As the wind caught hold of the cloth people saw the symbol proudly painted on it; a gold hammer and scythe, the Russian flag.
Several figure popped up on the tops of the rooftops. They held in their hands AK-47 assault rifles and were dressed as Russian VDV trooper. On the big screens that hung in the streets a face appeared viva live feed. Blonde hair, burn scars, and a cold sneer that sung with hatred. It was Balalaika.
"People of the United States of America, hear me! I have come to finish what started so many years ago! The fall of your corrupt and weak Republic! The streets shall be bathed in the blood of you fat sows, you dared to threaten mother Russia! My comrades! Release your wrath!" All at once the soldiers on the rooftops opened fire.
Jason Cassidy Cross, CIA special Ops agent, call sign Ice, current position: the pentagon. Jason sat at his desk watching the live feed from New York. The street cameras and multiple internet uploads of the violence quickly caught the entire Section 7's attention.
Tech support scrambled, calls for any special forces in the area were sent out, but even a team could be assembled, it would take thirty minutes for them to mobilize. Things got really intense when the Russian flag fell over the buildings and the most wanted woman in the world appeared on television.
Jason did the first thing that comes to his mind, call Eda. "Hello?" The mother of the rip off church asked when she picked up the phone. Originally they were going to pull Eda out of Roanapur after Yolanda's death, but it was so much easier to keep track off the mob bosses, when your agent was one of the leading powers, so they left her there.
"Eda, tell me right now, did you know about Balalaika's attack in New York?" There was a moment's pause as Eda shifted in her seat.
"Jason," Said Eda nervously, "Balalaika and all her men, including her son Victor are sitting in the church watching what's happening in New York right now. Course she's happy as a clam at what this could mean as far as starting world war III, but it's not her." Really what happened is she got a call from Rooker and told her that his mother and the entire first and second VDV where coming over to watch the "fireworks" he called them. There was no way she was going to tell Jason that though.
Jason slammed the phone back onto the receiver. This didn't make sense! If Balalaika was still in Roanapur then who was that in New York? Grabbing a tech he ordered the computer whiz to zoom in on the prep and run a scan.
The facial structure was a close match to Balalaika's, but it was mannish, and a closer view of the preps chest and muscle structure confirmed that the prep was male. The man looked right into the camera they were watching him through and smiled wickedly. He said something. Something Russian but accent was so heavy and mixed that the words blended together.
A scream echoed door the hall as several gun shots were fired. Jason drew his weapon as did the other members of his team. Tim though turned his gun on his teammates and fired! Jason ducked behind the desk, catching a glimpse of tech's brains being splattered all over the computer.
Tim screamed in Russian, killing more of his stunned teammates. Jason couldn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it, but his friend, his comrade was a Russian sleeper agent, and by the sounds off it many more.
All around America, Russian sleeper agents discarded their false identities and attacked anybody within range. The CIA, FBI, and even homeland security were hit from within. The president's secret service quickly activated death con four protocol and locked the President in a secret bunker.
This was the KGB's final noose. Developed during the cold war, over 200 sleeper agents were planted in strategic locations to infuriate the American government and assassinate the top ranking figures leading the nation. The passphrase to activate the sleepers was hidden in Vorkuta. However since their activation was unplanned none of the sleeper killed any political or strategic targets.
"Jason, come out, come out wherever you are." Tim mocked searching the room for the CIA operative. The door creaked open, and several more sleepers entered the room guns drawn. Tim silently directed them into position.
Jason pressed himself against the desk he was using for cover. He only a one clip and it only held two rounds. He was restocking his equipment when all this shit happened, it was probably the only time he let his guard down. Minus the time he lost half of his foot to that Taydr. That was nothing some prosthetics couldn't fix though.
That wasn't what he should be thinking about Jason scolded himself. From the sound of the footsteps there were three sleepers, and still only one of him, not very good odds. He would need a miracle to get out of his one.
Tim and his fellow sleepers, come up on Jason's position. Each took aim at the desk containing the CIA agent and opened fire! Bullets ripped through the hardwood desk, tearing it to shreds. They went around inspecting their kill, but Jason wasn't there.
"What the hell?" The sleeper to the left of Tim asked looking around the room. He felt something sharp stab into his leg causing him to jump! Jason lying on the floor behind the copier had stabbed a sharp pencil into the Sleeper and swiftly grabbed hold of the Russian spy and used his body for cover will he shot Tim and the other sleeper dead, and then broke the sleeper's neck.
"Like I said a miracle," Jason breathed a sigh of relief. This little stunt had been a tricky one, but he had Rooker to thank for the idea. Wait a second… shit! Jason dashed to the computer the streamed the live feed of New York. If you take out the scars, and change the hair color.
"That son of a bitch!" He swore looking at the image of Rooker destroying downtown New York. He didn't know what the Mercs reasons where, they better pretty damn good. Not like that matter, it was still his job to stop him. Jason picked up the phone and dialed a certain number. Normal trooper weren't going to be enough, he needed specialists.
"You have reached the Fighting 69th American branch, Sergeant Tony Redgrave speaking, how can we be of service?"
"Tony, its Jason, round up as many of your unit as possible and meet me at the Quantico airbase. Were on the hunt." Jason told the former Wild Geese merc, if anyone could take on Rooker it would be these guys.
"For who?" Asked Tony, it was rare that Jason of the CIA called in for help. Especially since he had the whole American military on his speed dial.
"Rooker," Jason said solemnly. Tony cursed over the line, and Jason agreed, this was going to be a fucking shit fest.
Rooker watched with satisfaction as his plan went off without a hitch. The animatronic soldiers Jamie's friends had setup worked well to distract the swat forces, while he went on his way. The passphrase he found for the sleeper agents in Vorkuta turned out to really useful. He knew some people were going to die, but since the agents weren't set up in any strategic locations they should be quickly dealt with by the American forces. Really he did them a favor; if the KGB and the Taydr were the ones to set off the sleepers, there would have been a lot more death this day.
The city was in a panic. Rock and Revy were changed into civilian clothes and on their way to the embassy, where the rest of the lagoon crew was waiting for him. Walking to the roof access door Rooker paused when he heard the sound of a helicopter coming. He ducked into the door and leap down the stairs three at a time, just as the bullets ripped the place apart.
"Fuck! Jaime what happened to the jammer? Jamie? Do you read me? Shit!" Along with other things Jamie had set up a jamming system that would hide Rooker from radars. There was no way someone could trace the signal, unless they were a class five hacker. Rooker just happens to know one.
"Motoko," Rooker gasped as the hacker laughed over the radio.
"Konichwa, Rooker-san, has been a long time. Say three, four years?" Motoko Kusanagi; a female class five hacker, nationality Japanese and former Wild Geese member, currently in charge of the Fighting 69th's cyber warfare division.
Rooker cursed his luck. Someone has called out the big guns. "Yeah, starting to wish it had been longer what's up?" He asked politely while he ran down the stairs for his life. He didn't even want to think about whom else decided to come to his little party.
Motoko smiled as she tracked Rooker with her computer. She decided to mess with him a little. "Oh nothing much, Jason just called us over to help with a little bounty hunt."
He jumped to the bottom of the stairs and paused to catch his breath. "Really, Jason did that? Not saw that coming. So who all decided to come to my little party?"
"Oh you know the usual. Tony and Dante Redgrave, Rubi Malone, Jack and Jesse McCoy, you know all your friends." He knew she was smiling. He just knew it. Of all the former wild geese members to come it had to the five that actually come close to him in skill.
"I know what you're think Rooker, and don't worry I'll make sure they know where you are." Motoko laughed disconnecting form the channel.
"Wait Motoko, if this about spilling beer on your computer I'm sorry! I'll buy you a new one. Come back here! Fucking A!" Rooker cursed he almost wished Bran had shown up instead, he thought continuing his descent.
Author's note.
Ok sorry this chapter took so long to get out. I just starting working and the hours are something to get used to but don't worry I'm doing my best to keep up. Anyways Rock and Revy get away, will hear more about that later, and Jason's back! Dundun! Friday the 13th! Just kidding, I missed that one by a long shot. But yeah Jason our CIA friend is back and now on the hunt for Rooker along with some buddies. Just so you know Dante, Tony and Rubi are not my characters. I do not own them; they are kind of like guest stars I guess. Jack and Jesse are my characters and have the same Role as the other three; they won't be in here for long. Oh yeah Motoko is the same Motoko from Ghost in a shell, just no cyborg stuff.
Anyways todays rap sheet is Jason!
Name: Jason Cassidy Cross (Alias Jason Smith)
Date of birth: 4/13/1980
Place of birth: Langley
Birth parents: Justin Cross (Father) and Cassidy Cross (Mother)
Occupation: CIA agent
Affiliations: CIA
Misc. Jason is an American CIA agent that specializes in black operations. He first met Rooker on a job in 2010 in Barcelona. There Rooker saved Jason's life after being ambushed by a Sycdan Taydr, both barely escaped with their lives. This is when Jason lost half of his right foot. Jason Smith is Jason's cover name for CIA missions. In terms of skill Jason is equal that of Asta or Victor, making just as skilled as Rooker.