It was just another hot summer day in the port city of Roanapur. Located in Southeast Thailand, it was a modern-day version of the Old West, no real laws to speak of, other than your basic criminal codes. While there was local law enforcement, they weren't what you'd call big on enforcing the laws (if the price was right anyway). The two main powers of the city were factions of the Russian Mafia and the Chinese Triads, plus smaller factions, like the Colombian Cartel and La Cosa Nostra, who if they dared cross either would regret it.
Many called it home, whether they wanted to or not. Among those that called it home, were the Lagoon Company, a shipping business that often did work for the various criminal elements of the city. The team consisted of Dutch, a Vietnam War veteran who was captain of the Black Lagoon, a PT Boat. He was tall, muscular, African American, bald head, sporting a goatee, wearing military fatigues and round sunglasses so dark you couldn't see his eyes. Benny was the tech guy, liked to stay away from action as much as possible. He was tall, broad shouldered, in shape, had long blonde hair (usually in a ponytail), and wore thin lensed glasses and Hawaiian shirts. There were two other members as well.
"You're a fuckin' cheater!" a woman exclaimed, losing another hand.
She was Rebecca "Revy" Lee, known and feared by most as Two Hands, due to her proficiency with a pair of modified Beretta 92F's. She was Chinese American, with long, burgundy hair, amber brown eyes, a large tribal tattoo on her right forearm. Also her body was in crazy good shape, with curves as deadly as herself! She often wore daisy dukes, combat boots, and a small, black tank top exposing her midriff; it left very little to the imagination.
"Not my fault you're so easy to read," the winner quipped dryly, taking a drag of his cigarette.
He was the other, most recent member of the crew: Rokuro Okajima, better known in Roanapur as Rock. He was once a regular Japanese salaryman, working for a Asahi Industries in Tokyo. But, due to circumstances beyond his control, he ended up working with the Lagoon Company as basically their public relations liaison (as he spoke multiple languages and was far calmer than Revy). Even now, living in Roanapur, he stuck to wearing black slacks, black dress shoes, a white collared short sleeved dress shirt, and green neck tie.
"Romeo is sexy when he's talking sass at you, Two Hands," the third person at the table chuckled.
She was Edith Blackwater, known around the city as Eda. She was tall, slender, long blonde, hair, wearing sharp pink sunglasses, and also had a nice figure. Not that you could tell at the moment, given her current attire.
She is a "nun" for the Rip-Off Church, a (presumably) deconsecrated Catholic church atop a hill on the outskirts of town, which deals in weapons and drug smuggling. They deal with pretty much anyone in town who pays properly. Eda is in fact a CIA agent, stationed at the church as part of her division's assignment to keep international criminal activity in Southeast Asia in check. Few people in Roanapur are aware of her true identity, this includes Rock and Revy.
"Fuck off, Sister Skanky," exclaimed Revy, flipping Eda the middle finger. "And keep your STD riddled snatch away from my partner!"
While the two mostly got along (with some help from alcohol), they still had a very volatile relationship; exacerbated by the fact that Eda openly flirted with Rock. On this particular day, there were no jobs to do, so Rock and Revy paid a visit to drink, smoke, and play cards with Eda.
"Where'd you learn to play so well, Rock?" Eda asked.
"Simple really," he explained. "Lot of company get togethers at Asahi Industries, where I used to work. Get involved in enough card games and you learn to read people quickly. Plenty of drinking involved too."
One way Rock and Revy had bonded in the couple years he'd been in Roanapur, was several drinking competitions at the local bar, the Yellow Flag. Their main drink of choice was Bacardi, but they'd been known to mix it up with other hard alcohol on the menu.
"Any of your coworkers ever play strip poker?" Eda asked in a seductive manner, which clearly irritated Revy.
"Oh, um, no," Rock fumbled to answer, blushing slightly.
"Ya wanna give it a try?" she continued to goad. "Although, may not be such a great idea for me. Seeing as I may or may not be wearing anything under this habit."
Rock let out a very audible gulp. He didn't think he would ever do anything with Eda, but there was no denying the attraction.
"Jesus, will you shut the fuck up already, bitch," Revy chimed in, her teeth grinding down on the tip of her cigarette. "You're gonna blow Rocky Baby's little brain with that slut talk. Doubt he's ever even been to first base!"
"I'm not a virgin, Revy!" Rock shouted, he was starting to get a buzz from the drinking. "I've been with women before!"
"Jerkin' off to some skin mag or a porno tape doesn't count as bein' with a chick," chuckled Revy, making a "jerk off" motion while saying it.
"You know that's not what I fucking meant!" he shouted more, standing up from his chair. "I've had actual sex! Stuck my penis in a woman's vagina!"
"Penis and vagina!" Revy cackled. "Are you fuckin' twelve or some shit? So, tell us Rocky Baby, how many women's vaginas have you stuck your penis in?"
"Two," he said with no hesitation, though with slight embarrassment as he sat back down.
"You haven't been with anyone since you got here?" asked Eda.
"Course he fuckin' hasn't," Revy chimed in.
How the hell would you know?" asked Rock, not that she was wrong.
"Cuz you don't go anywhere," she retorted. "You're either workin' a job with yours truly here, or getting shit faced at the Yellow Flag. Again, with yours truly. When you're home alone, I bet you're flogging that dolphin so hard it's fuckin' endangered!"
"Fuck you, Revy!" he exclaimed.
"You fuckin' wish," she snapped back. "Bet you're thinking of various ways to tap this hot piece of ass when you're all alone in your shit hole of an apartment."
"Your place is hardly the fucking Plaza," he shot back. "And if I'm with you the whole time, I bet that means you're not getting any kind of action either!"
"She's probably rubbing a few out to you, Romeo," Eda chimed in.
"The fuck did you just say?" Revy exclaimed.
"What?" Eda asked nonchalantly. "No shame in it. He's a good looking man in his prime, built up some muscle too working for Dutch. Lord knows I've had some sleepless nights thinking about him." She then lowered her sunglasses slightly and gave Rock a wink, which made him blush brighter.
"How many times do I gotta tell you to cut that shit out!?" Revy barked. "You can't keep feeding the poor guy false hope!"
"I ain't offering false hope," Eda quipped back. "If he wants a piece of this, he can have it anytime he wants."
"You're so full of shit," chuckled Revy.
"Am I?" Eda asked rhetorically.
"You wouldn't fuckin' dare!" exclaimed Revy.
At this point the two were talking as if Rock wasn't even in the same room.
"What do you care?" Eda asked, again rhetorically. "He's not off the market, and I know the two of you ain't doing anything together. He's in his sexual prime. Why let it go to waste? Unless...you're looking to ride that wave yourself."
Revy shot up from her chair and whipped out one of her cutlasses, pointed it directly at Eda, and cocked the hammer.
"You best watch what you fuckin' say, you horny little penguin!" Revy exclaimed. Eda wasn't phased, blowing a bubble with her gum as she stared Revy down. Rock just sat there like a deer in headlights, ready to duck and cover if need be.
"Struck a nerve, did we?" Eda retorted.
There was suddenly a rapid series of knocks at the front door of the church. This managed to break the tension and calm Revy down, for the time being anyway.
"Who the fuck could that be?" Revy asked nobody, her grip relaxed on her cutlass now, cigarette dangling from her mouth.
"I'll go see who it is!" exclaimed Rock, running towards the door as fast as he could. He wanted to get away from this situation as fast as possible.
"What the fuck is his problem?" Revy asked with what seemed to be genuine confusion.
"Could have something to do with the trigger happy psycho bitch flailing a gun all over the place," Eda replied in a deadpan fashion. "Just a hunch really."
"Fuckin' smart ass bitch," Revy grumbled as she uncocked her cutlass, holstered it, sat back down at the table and took another swig of Bacardi.