Hello again,

I wrote this story in the course of a single night so I didn't see any point to making you wait for the conclusion. I've left this open to be the start of a new series, but I have yet to decide if I should write it, or if the right ideas will come along. But otherwise, please enjoy!

NightSteed Out-

The Yellow Flag went deathly quiet. Bao looked as though he might empty an entire days worth of food into his pants at that moment. A bullet had come sailing in from the door to his bar, shattering the glass in Rock's hand and exploding a bottle of Bacardi next to his head. Rock too looked quite surprised as now he was holding broken glass covered in rum. Those sitting next to him, Dutch, Benny, Eda, Chang and Balalika (which had surprised the whole group when they showed up, together, holding hands, and asking to join the group, though no one was stupid enough to ask them about it), and Jane, who had made a rare trip to Roanapur to visit her boyfriend Benny, all looked towards the door. Different levels of fear were displayed across their faces, most notably Benny and Jane, who were looking for anything to hide behind.

Standing at the door, smoking Cutlass in hand, a look of pure murder and hatred in her eyes, was a very pregnant Revy, pointing her Cutlass at Rock. However this was not the Revy that most would know. Cut-off Daisy Dukes which had previously allowed portions of her ass to spill out of them had been traded in for a pair of tight leggings tucked into her trademark combat boots. Her midriff baring tank top had also been traded in for a longer model which covered her protruding stomach. And her hair, which had long been kept in a ponytail was currently up in something that resembled a messy bun, with many loose strands, some of which were covering her face, only adding to the deranged look she currently possessed. She locked eyes with Rock before opening her mouth.

"WHAT IN THE GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE YOU USELESS DICKSUCKING PUSSY?! You tell me you are going out for a few fucking minutes with Dutch and Benny to take care of some work stuff which I'm sure those pussies could hand handled without you! And I find you here, fucking drinking and smoking with them, plus the Skanky Nun from the Rip-Off Church, the fucking Queen of Orgies, Chinese Rambo, and Fucking Fry Face; telling stories about me like I'm some goddamn monster! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG ITS BEEN SINCE I'VE HAD A DRINK OR A SMOKE SINCE YOU GOT ME PREGNANT WITH FUCKING YOUR CHILD?! IF YOU KEEP UP WITH THIS SHIT IM GONNA CUT YOUR DICK OFF AND HAVE IT STUFFED! AT LEAST THEN I COULD ENJOY IT WITHOUT HAVING TO DEAL WITH THE BULLSHIT THAT COMES OUT OF YOUR FUCKING HEAD"

While Rock was debating his dwindling options to salvage this before it turned into a blood bath and a costly repair bill for the bar. He didn't notice the looks of bemusement coming from Dutch, Balalika or Eda, the slightly yellow liquid running both Benny and Jane's legs, Chang's confusion (and possibly fear), or the shade of ghost white that had come of Bao's face.

Slowly, as if he was about to shove an enema up a sleeping lions ass, Rock gets up off the stool and walks toward Revy. For her part, she just stares at him, prepared to turn his balls into swiss cheese for putting her in this predicament. She follows him with her Cutlass as he approaches. He stops when he is standing in front of her.

"Revy. You know its not nice to shoot up Bao's bar again. If you were that concerned about me you could have called. And I'm not going to apologize for taking a few minute out with some coworkers"

"You jackass!" Revy spit back at him. Despite the years she had been first around Rock, and then with him, she had still now mastered the art of politeness and manners. However, she did lower her gun a bit so if she did shoot, the bullet would just embed in the floor instead of passing through Rock and hitting one of the people sitting at or behind the bar.

Rock leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"It would appear that you are in a mood again. Now I know I said we had to take things easy until the baby in here, but given the situation, I think I can make a exception"

Rock once again slipped into a negotiator mindset, determined to resolve this situation without an expensive repair bill or bloodshed. He had long discovered that out of all the crew and the Lagoon Company, he was the only one who could dance with the maroon headed devil and have a good chance of things turning out in his favor. Rock held his pause for a moment before continuing, again whispering in her ear once more.

"Now why don't you put the guns away, they won't solve this problem. Lets go home, and I'll rock you world" He winks and smiles as he says this.

Revy's eyes go wide when he says that, anticipating all the fun (if she was being honest, pain she was going inflict on Rock for his attitude) and release she was finally going to get. She holsters her Cutlass, albeit slowly. Grabbing Rock by his tie, she drags him out of the bar.

"Bye" She yells with what appears a happy sound as she drags his ass our the door, deftly trying to get his the buttons on his shirt off as they began their walk to the car.

The bar is silent for what feels like an hour, but in reality was about a minute before the general rumblings start up again.

"And here you though she was going to lose her edge after she got pregnant!" Balalika laughed to Chang.

"It could just be pregnancy hormones. I'm still not convinced" Chang replied with a dead tone in his voice, though he did make sure to close his legs in a more protective manner while turning back to face the bar.

"I would have though Rock would be going to town on Revy, considering its not like he can get her any more pregnant" Eda laughed. "What happened, Rock not attracted to her anymore now that she looks like an inflated elephant?"

Dutch downed his drink and signaled for another before continuing.

"As her employer" He began. "Actually fuck that, no employer should know how much sex his employees have with each other. But unfortunately for me, I know exactly how much they do it. And all I can say, is that the careful nature of Rock has him being extra cautious about Revy's pregnancy, which has pissed her off to no end. Coupled with the fact that both Rock and I refuse to let her go on any jobs until she is recovered has made her particularly irritable. She actually fired a shot off a Benny and got the edge of his ear the other day. Isn't that right Benny Boy?"

Dutch looked over to where Benny had previously been sitting, only to find both his and Jane's seats now vacant. They had made their escape out the back to go find new cloths and take hot showers.

Dutch started laughing, with the rest of the group joining in a moment later. Bao, now breathing again after staring the devil in the face, grabbed a bottle and refilled his patrons drinks, before chugging the rest of the bottle himself.

The group eventually returns to drinking and chatting. But Eda, unable to just let things be concerning Revy's sex life, decided to shake things up again.

"So how much do you want to bet that Revy puts a bullet in Rock tonight?"

Dutch is the first to speak, lighting up a cigarette.

"I'm not sure its a fair bet since I practically live with them. But if you're offering, I'm going with nothing more that a few skin deep love marks"

Balalika cuts another cigar before speaking.

"If I know Two Hands, Rock might find himself with a stab mark before the nights through" Balalika replied as she lit her cigar.

"Well I still want Two Hands to agree to take jobs so I'm not going to place a wager" Chang answers, taking a sip of his drink.

"You all are a bunch of bitches" Eda replies, laughing. "She's totally gonna shoot him"

The group returns to drinking, all wondering who was gonna win the bet.

While everyone in the bar was still breathing a collective sigh of relief, they failed to notice the man in the corner.

This man appeared to be asleep, a glass of jack Daniels sitting on the table, his feet up on the table, and his head down on his chest. He wore tan combat boots, with a pair of jeans tucked into them. On his torso he wore a button down shirt, though you couldn't tell due to the camo jacket he was wearing. His head was covered in a black ball cap. If one were to try and see if he was in-fact asleep, they would be at a loss due to the mirrored Aviators over his eyes, obscuring what little of his white skin tone you could see behind his beard.

If one were to have looked for half a second longer, they might of noticed the Colt 1911 chambered in 45 strapped to his right thigh, along with a large combat knife on the same hip. What the casual observer wouldn't notice, was the Glock 9mm in a shoulder holster on his left side under the the jacket, the 22 caliber derringers in both of his boots, or the cell phone tucked in the right breast of his jacket.

As if to break the mans silent nap, his cell phone buzzes. He pulls it out and flips it open.

"47" He answers, no emotion in his voice. There's a pause in the man speaking, before he continues.

"Yes Sir, I made visual contact"

"..."

"Yes Sir, very much so. Resulted in an interesting situation, more emotional than rational"

"..."

"Yes Sir, I do believe that she is the one they are looking for. I would recommend caution, she possesses a skill level that gives even me pause.

"..."

"I understand what they want and how much they are paying. But they hired us to do it our way. And I will not do anything until the situation has no chance of collateral damage. They know that LV is also interested in the target and is willing to pay more to keep their hands clean"

"..."

"You're a good man. I'll let you know when there's an update. 47 out"

The man gets up, pulls $100 bill from his coat and lays it on the table. It is significantly more than what his tab was worth, but a little extra money help keep the locals quite about him being there. He walks out of the bar into the cool night air. He pulled out a pack of cigarette and lit one up. Walking away from the bar, he thought about the job before him. It wouldn't be easy, and it bordered on compromising his morals. But it payed well so he accepted. His job, was to capture the infamous Two Hands and bring her to New York.