AN: HEY guys! How's it going!? How's the end of the world treating you? Anyways, figured I'd finally write another chapter for this one.. But life got in the way (new job new life).. Then the quarantine happened and I can read an write again! Hope y'all stay safe and sorry about the short chap.

- In this one I Really wanted to convey how different Rock would be if grew up around Kanra and the weird shit she brings. The result was a lot more backbone and other things... Hope you like it... Me? Not too sure in my decisions.

-UNTIL NEXT TIME!

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The Yellow Flag, perhaps the most well known bar in Roanapur, almost everyone in the scum infested city knew about it. Unfortunately for its owner, a reputation like this in a city like that often led to the drinking establishment being shot up, blow up, or destroyed in some other way. Of course nobody ever wanted to foot the bill (except Balalaika) when time for repair came. They're all way too willing to shoot up the place, but not pay for it to be fixed...and it was happening again.

This time it just happened to be grenades and bullets.

Rock had immediately dived behind the bar (bottle of rum in hand) as soon as he recognized that he was in danger. Instincts honed by years of hanging around a woman who insisted on pissing off a superhuman dressed as a bartender. Yeah, being her friend was a hazard to his health, but it made life interesting enough. He crouched down with hands trying to protect his head. He hoped against hope that he somehow made it out of this alive. Honestly, he was surprising himself with how calm he was. The bartender's voice brought him back to reality.

"Revy! If you know these guys out better deal with them!"

Huh, he hadn't noticed that there were other people back here.

"Never met'em before."

Wait, was that Revy? Just how much wasn't he paying attention?

'well, there are fuck'n bullets flying around... I wonder what Kanra would do here? Probably not much more than I am right now. I doubt even she's fast en-'

The sound of bullets bouncing off the bar once again broke his train of thought. Revy and the bartender started getting into an argument. Well, more like he was yelling at her while she ignored him.

'I'm too sober for this shit.'

With that in mind Rock undid the cap of the bottle and started chugging. In between shots he heard Dutch taking stock of his crew.

At the back door, Dutch just finished reloading his S&W and decided to do a headcount.

"Revy!"

"I'm okay!"

"Benny!?"

"Surprisingly I'm alive!"

Just as he responded, he ducked through the door Dutch was at. Good, he was okay. Just one left.

"Rock!"

For a few seconds all he heard was the gunfire. That wasn't good, not at all.

"Rock!?"

Again, the jap didn't respond. What had happened? Was he dead? Once more to be sure.

"Rock!"

It was, surprisingly, Revy who responded for him.

"He's here!"

The big man could sworn he heard a small struggle over a bottle. What was that about? It just couldn't be right. He didn't have time to think on it as a few more grenades went off. That's when he decided it was time to fuck off.

"Revy! I think it's time to give them a little show!"

The bullets stopped for a bit. Dutch had only one thought.

'They're gonna sweep the building.'

Sure enough, the gunmen started moving in, turning over bodies.

That was when Revy struck. She leapt off the bar and started shooting, each bullet a headshot. She continued this until her mags ran dry. For which she signaled to Dutch, who provided cover fire for her to get back behind the bar. Rock, who had been peaking from behind the bar, had one thought...more like two-in-one.

'What the hell is it with the people in my life and violence?... Also, she took my bottle!'

Dutch started talking to Rock (more like yelling).

"At this point, I'd say trading you is no longer an option. We should say good bye here. You weren't even part of our plans to begin with."

Rock immediately started running for the door, pissed they'd leave him behind in a shootout... Also, the adrenaline/half-bottle of rum combo did him no favors.

"Hell no! I'm getting the fuck outta here!"

He didn't stop running till he was in the car. Dutch and Revy followed soon after then they were off. Rock, half drunk, sat in his seat think about his life.

'Even something as simple as a business trip turned into something straight out of a movie.'

The frustration built and built until he just slammed his palms onto his forehead and yelled.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH MY LIFE?!"

Back in Tokyo, Kanra was typing away at her computer setup when she felt a disturbance. She went stiff and looked around...before one of her screens started an emergency beeping (settings she'd set for high priority notifications). Moving her chair over to it, she saw something she did not like. Buried under thousands of low level messages, there was a large payment account opened. They recipient? After a few shell account tracings she found it to be the EO mercenary corporation. This information earned her undying hatred.

They intended to kill her best friend. She could not stand for that. Asahi industries would burn to the ground.