First off, I'd like to thank all of you who are enjoying my tale. My email fills up with so many notices lately that I sometimes forget that I still have more to write. The last chapter was intended to be short, a sort of snippet for my third favorite character in the series, who always seem to get his car shot up. ;D

Anyways, I have been quite busy traversing the trials of life, so I will try to recall and put together all I had planned for this tale. Bare with me though, as I am essentially typing this as I go.

Rock, having finished taking care of an earlier task, returned to the office. The sounds of gunfire throughout Roanapur would be deafening to any newcomers, but for residents like Rock, it was just the latest in a long chorus line of death's symphony. "At least we aren't being shot up yet" Rock mused to himself as he walked up the stairs to the lounge. Upon nearing the lounge doorway, he could here Revy talking in an excited tone.

"Finally we get some action!" Was the latest line Revy was shouting. Rock looked to Benny, who just shrugged. Dutch had a hand to his forehead, his expression like that of a tired dad trying to deal with a rowdy child.

"Calm down Revy! I don't need you going out there right away and making this more of a war zone than it already is."

Dutch looked to Rock for assistance as Revy began pumping her fists up and rapidly twirling her Cutlasses. Rock sighed and spoke up.

"What's Revy all excited for? Isn't this fight Hotel Moscow's?"

Dutch sat down and leaned back in his particular chair, lighting up a smoke.

"True, but I just got off the phone with Balalaika. She wants you and Revy to lend a hand."

"What does she want us for? Rock asked. He thought for sure that Revy was a given since she was skilled enough, but why him also. After all, he wasn't truly a gunman. Rock searched his head for a reason why, but came up with nothing.

"Beats me, just said she need both of your talents. She told me that once the show truly begins, she wants you to at the docks where those two Russian ships are."

"Isn't that a bit much for just us two to go there?"

"Aw, quit your whining Rock. You got a gun now, so don't be so scared." Revy said as she punched him in the shoulder slightly, her earlier mood towards him seemingly gone now. Rock, rubbing his shoulder, sighed, glad that Revy was at least normal now, even if it was because the two of them were about to walk into a battlefield.

"Rock is sure as hell not at a level to be on his own Revy, you know that. You watch out for the both of you. Benny and I will be on the Lagoon in case things turn sour."

"Of course I am going to look out for my partner. Rock, you better be ready to go, I'm not waiting up on you this time."

"Okay Revy" Rock said sheepishly. The bag of supplies Revy had bought him was still in one hand, so he sat down on the couch and started loading up the three spare magazines for his makarov. Putting the magazines into the leather pouch, he strapped the pouch on the opposite shoulder from his makarov holster. He stood up and looked himself over. The weight was noticeable, but Rock seemed not hampered by it. The look of Revy's face seemed to signal approval.

"Now you look like a gunslinger." She said with a smirk.

"Yeah, I guess so."

Dutch shook his head and took another puff of his smoke.

"I gotta say Rock, you look more like a renegade office worker than Rambo, but it suits you. Don't let her be putting ink all over you though, I still need that side of you that can negotiate like a regular person."

"Right boss" Rock said with a hand behind his head. Just as he was about to speak again though, a series of deafening explosions rang out in the distance.

"I guess that's the signal. Get going you two."

Revy yanked on Rock's right arm and began to walk out towards the stairs. Rock followed with a tense feeling in his stomach, the same feeling he would get whenever bullets start flying around him. he looked at the back of Revy though as she began scouting the street before exiting the office, and his stomach feeling subsided somewhat.

Off in the distance, gunfire and explosions, more intense than earlier, rang out through the warehouse district.