*Ping*
C: They know.
*Typing*
Were the credentials to blame?
C: How dare you, sir. :P
Clera.
C: It wasn't our fault they figured out. Someone in Upper Management was curious about your ID and found the chink in your credentials. This hasn't reached their Board of Directors yet, but they'll learn soon enough.
Then it's only a matter of time before they get in contact with the captain.
C: Agreed. The client has been informed. At their request, you are to proceed with the emergency plan. As compensation, an additional three-hundred thousand dollars has been added to our contract.
Understood.
C: Will there be any issues following this plan? I know mercenary work isn't your scene. Too messy.
A contract is a contract. As long as they're paying, I'll do what is needed. Beyond that, the next time you want to volunteer for additional work, ask for my opinion.
C: Okay. Once you're done, you'll need to escape and wait for further orders. Should anything come up, I'll contact you again. Good luck, 47.
Ch. I: City Of Immorality
The South China Sea extends from the channel of Malacca in the southwest, to the Taiwan Strait in the northeast. Believed to be the largest sea in the Pacific Ocean, it plays a vital part in global economics through its various shipping routes. However, merchants were not the only ones who profited from these routes. Others profited from the repossession of merchandise, sometimes through violent means. Those who travel these waters should be vigilant lest they find themselves staring down the smoking barrel of a gun, primed to claim another life.
Today was no different.
Mostly clear skies with the occasional cloud drifting by as an Elco PT Boat floated through the glimmer waters. Sitting at the helm with his arms crossed was a muscular African-American, completely bald, wearing a green flak-jacket, green camo pants with jungle boots, and a pair of glacier sunglasses.
"Dutch, are you good?"
Tilting his head back, He stated. "I don't like this, Revy. Something's wrong."
Rebecca Lee, better known as Revy, was a slightly tan-skinned woman with a low loose brown ponytail with rather large bangs falling onto her forehead between her amber-brown eyes, wearing a black tank top that left her stomach exposed and unbuttoned denim shorts being held by a belt with a pair of combat boots. She was sporting a pair of brown shoulder holsters with twin Beretta 92FS Inox and a tribal tattoo that reached up to her neck on her upper right arm.
"No shit," She agreed, resting her arm against his seat and scowling. "We're only getting twenty grand for this shit. Fucking chump change if you ask me."
"That's not what I meant," Dutch sighed, looking ahead warily. In the distance, a freighter cruised along slowly, as if the whole crew was on vacation. While it wasn't unusual for them to see a lax ship, this felt different. It was like God had taken the helm, leading the freighter in the only direction he could. "They're going pretty slow, for a private cargo ship."
Shrugging her shoulder, Revy narrowed her eyes and examined the vessel as her boss tapped his earpiece. "Has there been any word, Benny? They should've noticed us by now."
"Nothing. Melanesia channels are open, but no one's responding," Benny reported warily.
Wrinkling her nose, the gun woman jeered. "Probably because they're on the phone with some marine cops while we're busy jerking off. I fucking doubt any dipshit would out roll out the red carpet for a torpedo boat trailing behind their asses, now would they?"
"Revy," Dutch stated flatly, causing her to shut her mouth. For now.
"There's something else. The ship's mileage, it's losing speed," The navigator revealed. The captain and his crew returned their focus to the freighter. "It wasn't noticeable at first, but it's decelerating at a steady rate, so either their engines have gone empty…"
"Or someone messed with their engine room," Dutch concluded, a slight grimace forming at his lips.
"What's the plan?" Revy asked, serious. "Leave?"
"We can't exactly hightail it out of here. One, it would ruin our reputation if we run off in the middle of a job. Second, it was Balalaika who hired us in the first place, and losing her patronage is something we can't afford."
"I get it. Jesus, I'm not retarded," She muttered before eyeing her boss. "So, we're going in?"
"Not much of a choice," Dutch admitted as he drove their boat forward. "Once we're aboard, we'll scope the area and assess the situation. Regardless, locating the disc is our priority. We retrieve the disc and get back to the Lagoon. In and out. Easy enough?"
Revy snorted. "It's never easy. At least, we might get to kill some cocksuckers."
"The job comes first, Revy. I don't need you breaking the disc because you couldn't control your impulses."
"Relax, Dutch. I'm not going to risk my pay. I'll play it cool."
As their captain sighed, Benny called out. "Guys, I'm picking up some chatter on their communications. Someone's trying to contact us. Should I respond?"
Sharing a glance with Revy, Dutch nodded as he grabbed the VHF radio mounted beside the helm. "Let's hear 'em, Benny."
"Alright." *Ka-Click*
"H-He-Hello? This-This thing on? Can-Can anyone hear me?" A frightened voice filled their ears.
"Loud and clear," Dutch rumbled as a sudden gasp of relief entered their comms. "Who am I speaking to, captain or crew?"
"Neither. My-My name is R-Rokuro Okajima. I'm an employee for Asahi Heavy Industries in the resource department." Rokuro stammered, catching their attention. "That doesn't matter. Look, Melanesia was attacked by pirates! They forced themselves aboard and started killing anyone in a sight. The security did their best, but it was a losing fight. I managed to reach the bridge with some others, but it was mostly the support crew. None of us know how to fight, much less against armed criminals. Thankfully, they left us alone, raided some of our cargo, and killed our engine. I've tried contacting the authorities, but they aren't responding. I know this is a lot to ask, but can you help us? We're stranded out here!"
"Tough shit, dumbass," Revy snickered viciously, to which Dutch nodded. "Melanesia's antenna seems damaged. Even from here, I can tell they won't be reaching shore."
"Then no one will miss them when they die. Maybe I can scrounge some extra cash off the ship."
Before her employer could respond, Rokuro called out. "Hello? Respond?"
"I'm here. Anyway, I could get in contact with the naval police," Dutch stated, leaning back in his seat. "However, I'll need something in return as repayment for our assistance."
"Like what? Money? I'm sure we can come to an understanding."
Much to Revy's interest, Dutch nodded. "Would I be correct in assuming that you're carrying a package from Asashi Industries, Tokyo? A disc that's meant to go to Borneo."
There was a moment of silence before Rokuro muttered. "How do you know that?"
"That doesn't matter. What does matter is that we're your only way off that boat unless you want everyone to remain on that freighter? At your current speed, you'll never reach the shore and if pirates did raid the ship, then your food storages are most certainly empty. Now while I don't care what happens to you, that doesn't mean I'm heartless. Sometimes you need to break the law to put food on the table, and that's exactly what I'm doing," He explained, staring down the Melanesia. "If you handed over the disc, then I radioed your location to the nearest marines around."
"And how do I know you won't just take the disc and leave us to die?"
"You don't, but are you going to take that chance?" Dutch rumbled as he heard him sigh. "I'll be coming up shortly. Let's make this quick and everything will be alright."
As Dutch ended the call, Revy frowned. "We're not helping these pricks, are we?"
"Let's not kick them while they're down, Revy," He said, putting a finger to his earpiece. "Once we have the disc, Benny will tip the naval police and everyone will be happy."
"Roger that," Benny complied as Revy stomped away. "She's not happy."
"No shit," Dutch sighed as he docked his boat beside the freighter.
Two whitish beings climbed aboard as he crouched against the wall behind the door.
"Fuck me," Revy muttered, impressed by the sight before her. Corpses, as far as the eye could see, and there was a lot to see. "I'm almost impressed that these pussies managed to survive."
"Yeah," Dutch scanned the long walkway to the left of the large metal tower, the bridge. "That said, where's our guy?"
"HELLO, MOTHERFUCKERS!" She shouted out as the other one examined their surroundings. "BRING YOUR ASSES OUT HERE!"
"Revy, something's wrong here." She looked over to Dutch who was crouching beside a corpse. Standing over her, she watched as he flipped the corpse over and inspected its lifeless face. A bullet through the head and another through the torso. "These corpses, they're too clean. If this was an attack, you'd think there would be more holes in them, but I'm counting two bullets for every one of these poor bastards."
Narrowing her eyes, Revy lifted her head and scanned the area, reaching for her left pistol. "There aren't enough dents or marks on the walls to call this a pirate attack. I'd almost say that someone got the jump on these dipshits and fucked them hard and fast."
"They're examining the area, understanding the situation," He tightened his grip on the handle as he peeked through a door. "They're smarter than most pirates, but that's irrelevant. The big guy must be the person I spoke to, he seems reasonable. His partner, on the other hand, is volatile. Could I use that?" Reaching inside, he frowned. "Let's see."
"Revy-"
*Clang*
They quickly turned towards the right wall as a body fell to its side. What caught their attention was the blood leaking down its temple and onto the metal floor. Meanwhile, the crusty hole on its forehead spilled little blood.
Glancing at Revy, Dutch jerked his chin at the corpse before taking out his S&W Model 629. Nodding, she crept towards the body, pulling her left beretta from its holster, and leaning forward slightly at the body. Drifting her gaze to the left, she saw a bulkhead and pointed it to Dutch, who quietly made his way there. Once he covered the left side, Revy took the right and reached for the handle, glancing briefly at her boss before swinging it open and quickly aiming down an empty passageway.
Lowering her gun, Revy muttered. "Someone was just here. I bet this heap of shit was just their way of catching our attention." She stared down the corridor as they searched through the hall. "This must've been the living space for the crew. Jackpot."
"Revy," Dutch stressed her name, making her scoff before following him.
They trailed past him as the shadows hid his presence. Once they were far enough, he left the darkness and went down the passageway.
After a while, Revy grimaced. "I'm starting to get those bad feelings, Dutch."
"Survival instincts, Two Hands. And right now, mine's going through the roof," He admitted, poking his revolver through one of the bulkheads and peeking inside once it was clear. Taking a peek herself, Revy snorted at the cabin as a hand poked out of a bloody bed before reading the plaques next to the door. "The captain's cabin."
*Beep Beep*
Across from the room, the dimly lit screen of a computer rings with an envelope popping up. Cautiously, Dutch went for the computer before clicking on the envelope. As he read, his lips curled into a deep frown. "Damnit."
"What?"
"This message was from Asahi Industries. It seems isn't who said he is. He faked his paperwork and they were warning Melanesia about him. I'm guessing that the bridge is going to be very empty. Revy we've been tricked. He's a mercenary."
Crinkling her nose, Revy scowled. "So, this fucker was trying to play us? Goddamnit!"
"If that was the case, then why contact us? Why not use a lifeboat and escape?" Dutch pondered despite the swearing going on behind him and went to his earpiece. "Benny. Has Mr. Okajima tried reaching us?"
Nothing.
"Benny? Respond," Trailing beside him, Revy saw his lips curled and reached for her piece. "He's not responding."
"Hey, Dipshit. Are you going to fucking talk or what? If this is your idea of a joke, then your ass is going to be joining these fucking corpses after I'm through with you," Revy threatened. She would take this to her grave along with any bastard, but when he didn't reply, her scowl wilted a little, and concern shined through. "Benny?"
"I'm afraid 'Benny' is busy at the moment," He answered coldly, his lifeless tone sending chills down their spines. "But I'm more than happy to occupy your time."
"Where's Benny?" Dutch demanded slowly, tightening his revolver.
"He's alive. I haven't laid a finger on him. Yet." Rokuro stated, much to Revy's growing frustration. "You'll have a hard time believing this, but I don't kill unless I have to. And right now, I don't want to kill your friend. So, let's make a deal?"
"A FUCKING DEAL?! YOU'VE TAKEN THE LAGOON AND YOU THINK-" Revy raged.
"If you recall, the short-range radio is still active." Rokuro interrupted, making her seethe at his placid tone. "The fact we're still talking means that I haven't moved your boat and you still have a way out. Preferably, before the Philippine Navy swarms the Melanesia for the nuclear warheads currently residing within the cargo hold."
As furious as she was, hearing about nukes doused the fire under her like a dive into the sea.
Knitted his brows, Dutch grimaced. "What did you-?"
"The Melanesia may appear spotless, but that is far from the truth. They've been hauling illegal products, such as military armaments for unregistered factions for additional payments. This time they were hired by Asahi Heavy Industrial to transport material to their division in Borneo. Legal, but their side assignment was to transport nuclear materials under orders from the Asahi's Board of Directors in Tokyo," Rokuro monotoned. "The disk you desire holds blueprints for the nukes."
"And what about you?" Dutch glanced at the computer. "You lied to us about your identity. So, what's your part in this? How do I know you haven't already destroyed the disc."
"Benny can confirm that the disc is unharmed. I'm holding it to his face as we speak," Rokuro revealed, making Revy growl silently. "As for myself, I'm just a nobody who breaks the laws to put food on the table. And right now, I wanted to hire your services to take me away from this ship because we have…an hour and a half before the marine has surrounded this ship and we don't want to be associated with this mess, now do we?"
Before Revy could say something, Dutch held his hand up as he lowered his head.
Finally, he sighed. "We don't work for free. If you want something, then you'll need to offer more than that disc."
While Revy looked shocked, Rokuro Said. "If you know about my deceit, then you must have been in the captain's quarters. Behind one of the plaques is a safe containing his private resources, including Asahi's payment. The combination is Right 2, Left 6, Right 11."
At her boss's gaze, Revy reluctantly checked the plaques before surprisingly finding a safe. Upon entering the code, she opened the safe and found two hundred thousand dollars tucked safely inside.
Hearing her soft gasp, Rokuro concluded. "I believe that will cover my entry fee. Upon arrival, I'll hand over the disc and we'll never see each other again? Deal?"
Nodding, Dutch said. "Put Benny on and it's a deal."
Not a second later, Benny spoke. "Dutch!"
"You alright, Benny-boy?"
" A little sore, but I'm okay. He showed me the disc and… I didn't hear him come inside, not until his arms were around my throat. I think he's going to …greet you guys. Dutch, this guy…he gives me the creeps."
As Revy started gathering their payment, Dutch noticed her scowl and sighed. "Start the boat, Benny. Let's get this over with."
Returning to the deck, they looked over the railing and found Rokuro looking up at them under their boat. He just watched them with a blank stare that looked better on those corpses.
A fair-skinned Japanese man with black hair that had a fringe on the right side and lifeless brown eyes. He wore a white short-sleeved collared dress shirt with light grey slacks and brown dress shoes. In his left hand was a black briefcase with a silver insignia of heavily modified Fleur-De-Lys.
"Thank you for accepting my request. I hope you won't try anything while we're together," He said flatly, much to their discomfort.
"I oughta shoot this bitch," Revy muttered to Dutch, who shook his head. "We got the extra cash. Let's just kill this prick and take the disc."
"That ain't how we operate, Revy. We do things like that, and we'll all end up dead," Dutch chided, and when she scoffed, he continued. "Notice his eyes, Revy. Don't they look familiar? I've seen them before, on someone else."
As her employee climbed down, Two Hands narrowed her eyes at his remark and glared down at their new fucking client, who noticed her heated gaze and coldly returned with half-lidded eyes.
"We're nothing alike."
I've managed to secure transportation from the Melanesia. Sorry if I haven't responded for a while. I had to destroy the lifeboats after some of the workers abandoned the ship.
C: It's alright. Just glad to hear from you, 47. What about this transportation?
They're a small naval company that procures and/or smuggles items between various criminal organizations. They're called the Lagoon Company. The leader, Dutch, has informed me that I'm being taken to a Thai port city, Roanapur.
C: =0
C: You're going there?!
Is something wrong?
C: Roanapur is a haven for some of the worst criminals around. We got some contracts for that shithole, but the place was so chaotic that we haven't managed to get a foothold without the risk of alerting their 'top dogs'.
Interesting. If the money's good, then we should take some of those contracts.
C: While we're on the subject of contracts, you'll be happy to know that we've received payment, but the client has made a request.
Truly? The secondary plan was to kill Melanesia's crew and then send out an alert before escaping. What's the request?
C: There was a disc on the freighter. It was originally under the protection of a false employee, formerly addressed as Rokuro Okajima. With him dead by your hands, the disc fell into the hands of some pirates, who will be delivering the disc to the Russian Mafia based in Southeast Asia. I won't bore you with the details, but the client wants you to eliminate the couriers and retrieve the disc before it can be used as leverage against them.
Looking away from his phone, 47 watched as the ocean shined beneath the fiery sky and the sounds of crashing waves against the boat as it surged across the water. Leaning against the back wall of the boat, 47 exhaled softly and went back to his phone, typing. If they've already paid, then we no longer have any business with this client. If the disc was so important, then they should've mentioned it within our contract. Do they have enough money for another contract? If not, then you know how to respond.
C: That I do. Take care, 47. Next time I contact you, I'll have your usual assignments ready. Thanks for humoring this job.
It was nothing. Really. 47 heard footsteps approaching and quickly typed. Stay safe, Clera.
Putting his phone away, 47 sighed at an increasingly familiar sight.
Lagoon's gunslinger, Revy if he's remembered correctly. The glare she was sporting was certainly memorable. She wasn't even hiding how much she wanted to shoot him. He could kill her before she could reach for her guns, but that's not how he operates.
"How the fuck did you end up here? You're supposed to be in the brig, and the second I'm gone, you're up here. What the shit?"
"I'm not your prisoner," 47 stated, staring at the sunset. "I won't be held in a small room simply because you want to have control over me."
"Piece of shit," Growling, Revy reached for her beretta and smirked cruelly. "Keep talking fuck-face, and I'll put one between your slanted eyes."
"Am I supposed to be scared? By a poor soul lost in this life, even to herself" 47 sighed, turning toward her with a glazed look in his eyes. "What a sad life you must have lived. To think that every problem can be solved with violence."
Hitching her breath, she took out her pistol and aimed at his head, her pupils shrank into dots. Even then, he showed no fear, even sighing at her response.
"And what the fuck do you know about my life?! You're no better than me!" Revy raged, wanting to shoot but something kept her talking. "You killed everyone on your last boat! It must've felt good, killing those sailors, and for what? Selling Fat Mans and Little Boys! It's not like they were using them, but it didn't matter, did it? After all, a paycheck is a paycheck. Anyone could've done it."
"I never claimed to be a saint and you're right that I did it all for money, but let me make one thing clear," 47 said, standing up despite her threats. "I'm not like you."
Squeezing the trigger, Revy suddenly found her Cutlass out of her hand, and her face kissing metal as a knee dug into her back.
"Just like how you aren't me."
She didn't even see the fucker move.
"Fu-" Revy shouted, only for a familiar piece to be pressed against her temple using her gun against her. Any swears she could've shouted were lost under the cold glare of his eyes made Two Hands feel the one thing she never wanted.
Weak.
Even then, she continued to struggle furiously.
Sighing through his nose, 47 stated. "I don't like killing, in all honesty, I hate it. I only do it for a contract and only the contract. For me, massacres like Melanesia are filthy, but that's business."
"So, it was just about money. I get it. Money's the only thing that matters in this world," Two Hands chuckled darkly, her eyes reflected like his own.
Lifeless.
Turning away from her, the ocean reflected him under fiery colors. Taking the gun away from her head and removing his knee, freeing Revy who rolled to her sides and grabbed her second beretta, scowling darkly.
"It ain't about the money, it's all I was made to do," His next words would change everything. "Killing…It's all I've known."
Halfway from the trigger, those words struck a chord deep within her, somewhere beyond Two Hands, somewhere….
…she didn't want to go back.
"Notice his eyes, Revy, Don't they look familiar? I've seen them before, on someone else."
Fucking Dutch, they weren't the same. She went through hell, she shouldn't be affected by this prick. Just kill him. That always solves everything. They already got a cool two hundred thousand from the Melansia's, so there was no reason to keep playing nice. Kill him, take the disc, and throw his ass overboard. They won't have to deal with him and Balalaika will pay them for the disc.
It was perfect. So, why?
Lowering her Cutlass, Revy bit her lip, almost trying to taste blood.
Why won't she shoot?
"How are we the same?" Revy scowled, but there was only sorrow. "No, that's not it. I can smell it on you. The stench of blood, smoke, and muck. Everything you'd expect from shit like us, but somehow there's something else. You've…you've kept your sanity…in this hopeless world."
Looking into his eyes, Revy asked heatedly. "How did you do? How are we…so different?"
Through her eyes, he could see rage, hate, fear…
"Killing is all I know, but it is not all I am. We all have lives. Lives that go beyond the blood and smoke. It's all about choosing how to pursue it," 47 stated, tossing her beretta back and turning away. "The past should not define the future. Then again, that is something only we can choose."
Alone with the sea, Revy picked up her Cutlass and stared at her reflection from the pistol slide.
"Fucking prick," She whispered, stowing her guns.
Turning towards the ocean below, it looked back through her reflection.
The hope shining dimly in those watery eyes.
"We're not the same."
"No way."
Back inside, Benny was typing away on his computer.
He was a white man with blonde hair tied in a short ponytail, wearing square glasses, a Hawaiian shirt, beige jeans, and white sneakers.
This was the Lagoon Company's mechanic and hacking wizard, who looked warily at the bulkhead behind him.
He could still feel his arms wrapped tightly around his neck, a cold voice demanding silence, or he'd snapped his neck like the nutcracker. He didn't even hear him enter the Black Lagoon, let alone his room. Peeking once more, Benny saw the bulkhead was shut tight and locked.
Locked.
Like it was when Mr. Japanese got the jump on him.
*Knock Knock KNOCK KNOCK*
Jumping in his chair, the violent banging was followed by familiar voices. "Benny! Goddamnit! Open this fucking door!"
"Revy," Dutch said as the banging came to a halt, most likely his doing. "Benny boy. It's just us, our guest is relaxing at the brig. We're about to reach the port. You can come out."
As the bulkhead opened, Benny peeked outside and found his crewmates staring at him. Holding the door, he gestured them inside, which they did after exchanging confused glances. Upon entering, their hacker quietly shut the bulkhead before quickly tightening the lock. Turning back, he ignored their questions and went back to his computer before presenting them with a file with an attached link.
"I have been going through the Asahi employee registration records and managed to dig something on our client," Benny said with air quotes. "And I found something interesting."
"Does it matter when we already know it's a fake?" Dutch frowned while Revy peeked slightly.
"It's fake because the name attached is supposed to be dead," Benny mentioned, dropping the bomb. "This was recently added to his record."
An online article appeared, and the picture showed Japanese police taping off a house as the front door was wide open for paramedics, who were carrying shrouded bodies out of the said home.
"It was harder than it should have been, but I managed to translate this article," Benny stated, and with a few strokes of his keyboard, the headline stated the obvious with a little surprise.
FAMILY MASSACRED! MISSING CHILD AT LARGE!
"Twenty years ago, the Tokyo police were called in after a disturbing discovery was made. Apparently, for the past three days, there has been an unpleasant scent plaguing their streets, and no one could find the source. It wasn't until a young couple who had been chasing their dog found him barking at this home. When the neighbors inquired about the racket, the dog jumped at the door and they found that the door wasn't locked. Entering the home, they were greeted by the ugly sight of corpses baking under a hot sun," Benny grimaced as he scrolled down. "Investigations showed that they had been dead for a while, but no one knew what happened to them, but the house belonged to the Okajima family. Three dead, the parents and their eldest son. The article goes on to mention that the Okajima family had a second son, Rokuro Okajima, who was immediately reported missing after their murders came to light."
"By now, the shitty brat would've been declared dead, so why does it matter? The fucker took his identity from some missing kid?" Revy muttered, only for Benny to shake his head. "What?"
"The article even includes a photo of the missing child," Continuing to scroll, Benny stopped at the photo. "Does this look familiar to anyone?"
Unbothered, Dutch muttered. "Well, I'll be damned."
"This guy wasn't using the missing child. He IS the missing child, all grown up," Benny concluded, rubbing awkwardly under his chin. "And goddamn sneaky."
"God works in mysterious ways," Dutch shrugged, noticing Revy's face tensing. "Wouldn't you agree, Revy?"
Suddenly, Revy turned around and went for the hatch. As she twisted the handle and pushed the bulkhead open, she said. "I got something to do, see you topside."
Once she was gone, Benny turned to his boss and raised his brow as Dutch shrugged, leaving the room.
Throwing the door open, Revy cursed when their client had once again vanished, but this time it wasn't just herself in the brig. Lying comfortably on a padded seat was the bastard's briefcase, with the latches undone. Peeking around, with the bastard was nowhere in sight, Revy snuck over towards her prize, gulping softly as her hands touched the smooth surface until she was pulled away and found herself staring into Rokuro's flat stare.
Immediately, she broke out of his grip and backed away, scowling. "Where the fuck were you this time?"
"Right behind you," Rokuro admitted before glancing at his case. "What were you doing?"
"None of your fucking business," Revy stated, glaring when he turned his eyes towards her. "Don't leave your shit alone, dipshit."
"And you wanted to peek inside."
"No," She lied, narrowing her eyes.
"Steal?" Rokuro guessed, receiving a finger in response. "You shouldn't look through people's belongings."
That's rich coming from him.
Scoffing, she walked past him and towards the door. "Whatever, I just came to tell you that we're almost at the port, so you better cough up that disk soon. Or else I'll give you a second asshole, free of charge."
"I understand," He paused and raised his brow. "But what's the real reason?"
As she stopped, Rokuro explained. "Your features say it all. You're confused, but you aren't willing to express your curiosity. Taking our earlier discussion into account and how that might have affected you. -"
"Stop trying to analyze me."
"It's not something I can control, so I apologize if you feel intimidated."
Spinning around, Two Hand growled and stomped right up to the prick and glared down at him.
…Or glared up considering this son of a bitch was nearly Dutch's height!
Now, anyone who ever heard of Two Hands would probably be pissing themselves at the sight of her murderous gaze, and rightfully fucking so. The number of bitches and bastards who could stand against her was in the handful and they were worse than her!
And yet, before her very fucking eyes, this prick didn't even blink at her threatening figure.
She wasn't kidding. Rokuro was just staring as if he was waiting.
"I must have misheard because you seem to think I'm threatened," Revy sneered, inching closer. "By you."
"Am I wrong?"
"Fuck yeah you are. I ain't scared of nothing. I'm Two Hands, the deadliest bitch in Roanapur."
"In Roanapur perhaps, but you need to realize that there is an entire world outside of Roanapur filled with people who devour crooks such as yourself like they were nothing," Rokuro declared, in a way that he wasn't looking down on her and that was the only thing holding her back. "I've dealt with those individuals more than I'd like," He sighed, resting a hand on his case. "But someone has to put them down when they get out of line."
That piqued her curiosity, so Revy repeated. "Put them down? You don't work for those types?"
"Maybe I do, and maybe I don't. Either way, it doesn't matter," He said before looking at her. "That's why you came here. You're curious about my work, aren't you?" When she pressed her lips together, Rokuro continued. "Or rather, it's my mental state that has piqued your interest. I'm not like most people you'd expect from this life. Most people are cynical, ruthless, sadistic, and unstable. They're rotten down to the core because the world is a dull, cruel place for the weak and that only the rich and the powerful have the privilege of enjoying."
"Isn't it," The venomous words slipped from her lips without Revy even realizing it.
"Perhaps, but only because you choose to see in that way," He stated, making her lips curl. "Instead of the deadliest bitch, you see yourself as a lost cause, someone who feels that nothing will change because they aren't willing to change. They would rather play the part of the tragic villain, destined for self-devastation because they can't accept that they can be anything more."
Going through his briefcase, Rokuro frowned. "That is the most cowardly thing about them. Crying about how they have such a tough life but aren't willing to do anything about it. They deceive themselves into enjoying the lies they've buried themselves in when in reality, they despise themselves for putting up with these lies."
"What does that have to do with me?" Revy frowned, surprising herself with how calm she was. Normally she'd have already put holes through him and yet, her berettas remained holstered. "Earlier, you said that killing doesn't define you, but I want to know how it can not be when it's all you've ever known."
All I've ever known. Her eyes told him everything he needed to know.
"That's something only you can answer, Revy. All I'm telling you is what I've seen from you and comparing it to what I've seen from others," Rokuro explained, shutting his briefcase and grabbing the handle.
When his response didn't satisfy the gunslinger, he sighed. "I'm sorry if that upsets you, but it's not like I can guide you through this. I don't know why I even bother telling you all this."
"Then why?" Revy frowned.
"You have a good heart, Rokuro. Don't ever lose it."
To her confusion, Rokuro smiled. "It's a hobby of mine. Helping people, even when it's unwanted. Everything considered it was nice talking with you, Ms. Revy. I hope you'll find what you are seeking."
As he left, Revy was left alone with her thoughts, her hands curled into fists.
On the pier, the Lagoon Company stood before their client as he went into his back pocket.
"I believe this will cover our deal," Rokuro said, holding the disc for their leader, who looked at it warily.
Taking the disc, Dutch nodded. "Thanks. So, what will you do now?"
"Honestly, I'll look for a reliable hotel to rest for the night. I'll be leaving as soon as the sun rises," He said, turning away and starting walking. "As awkward as it must have been, I'm thankful for your assistance."
Watching him leave, Revy growled softly, her eyes scrunching as a strange feeling shined through.
"Now hold on," Dutch called out, making Rokuro turn around. "I don't usually do this, but seeing as how we have you to thank for the sudden pay raise. Why don't you come to have a drink with us?"
Slack-jawed at their boss, his employee quickly shared a look at each other. Unbeknownst to them, Rokuro hummed softly as he examined the crew before stopping right on Revy.
"It wouldn't hurt as long as you take me to a hotel afterward. Thank you for your offer. Please lead the way."
As they went ahead of him, Revy elbowed her boss. "Are you sure that was smart?"
Looking down at his gunslinger, Dutch raised his brow. "You tell me. With the way you were looking at him, I thought you were going to shoot him or tackle him to the ground and threaten him. Did something happen back on the boat?"
"Fuck off," Revy scoffed, looking away. "He just pisses me off. It feels like he's going easy on us."
Rubbing his neck, Benny grimaced. "If he is, then let him. Getting choke-hold twice in one day does not sound like fun."
"Don't sweat it, Benny. Rock won't kill unless a check is involved, so cool your tits," She mentioned, jogging ahead and slapping their subject on his shoulder. "Ain't that right, Rock?"
Slowly, all the boys turned toward each other, looking puzzled. When Rokuro pointed at himself, Revy scoffed. "Of course it's you, dumbass. Rokuro is a pain in the ass to say, so I'll be calling you Rock from now on. Got a problem with that?"
Cracking a smile, Rock chuckled. "Not at all. Where are we going exactly?"
"The Yellow Flag. Best bar in this shithole of a city."
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH BEFORE I TOSS YOUR ASS OUT, GODDAMNIT!"
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY, BASTARD!?"
"YOU CHEATED, MOTHERFUCKER!"
"I KILL YOU!"
From his stool, Rock could only watch as two guys started duking it out behind him. Seated beside him, Lagoon Company was more focused on their drinks, relaxing after the day they've had.
"What a loving atmosphere," He deadpanned, making Revy snort as she took a sip of Bacardi. "There's a gun on every table like they're expecting a shootout. Is that normal for Roanapur?"
Lowering his whiskey glass, Dutch explained. "Pretty much. This place was founded by the Southern Vietnamese soldiers who survived the war. It didn't take long before they started taking in fugitive soldiers, and eventually, it all went to hell. Hookers, junkies, dealers, mercenaries, and hitmen," He noted something flashed over Rock's eyes. "Irredeemable criminals. Every last one of them, don't like it?"
As Rock sipped his Rum & Coke, Revy caught a familiar look on his face that made her down her Bacardi, blocking out the uneasiness she felt.
"Not really, but I'm not one to talk," Rock grumbled, looking back at the fight until he noticed something strange.
At the other side of the bar, at the table farthest from the entrance, a woman was darting glances everywhere before lowering her gaze at the table. White knuckles trembling as she tapped the table, the glass of Gin left forgotten, even as she licked her dry lips. Rock noticed that whenever a new customer entered the bar, the woman would flinch and risk a peek, only to look back at the table.
"Your expression says it all," Dutch grunted, following his vision along with his crew. "I'm going to make a call. Don't try anything stupid."
Watching his route to the left hallway, Rock noticed the payphone was already occupied by a young man, who slammed his fist against the wall. Now aware of Dutch's presence, he lowered his head and hung up the payphone before trudging past the large man, frustrated and remorseful for some reason. To his curiosity, the young man approached the same table as the woman who looked at him with hope-filled eyes. That hope was quickly crushed as soon as he looked away with guilt written on his face. As he sat down next to her, she rested her head on his shoulder and whispered something that made him wrap his arm around her, almost like he was scared to let go.
As Rock clenched his glass, Benny grimaced. "You should listen to Dutch, Rock. In Roanapur, sticking your nose where it doesn't belong is the fastest way to die."
"And it's not like anyone will give a shit. In this city, only the strong survive while the weak are brushed aside. It's all about power here and those with it can do whatever the hell they want," Revy sneered at them, yet her eyes told a different story, a tragic tale. "There are no heroes in this life."
Rising from his stool, Rock slid his briefcase under her stool. "Never claimed to be a hero, but that doesn't mean I can't try. Look after my case, will you?"
Pouring firewater down her throat, Revy never allowed Rock to leave her sight as he approached those poor fuckers. They were on edge by his arrival, but somehow he managed to take a seat across from them. His lips moved against the hectic ambiance that was the Yellow Flag and, much to her chagrin, she couldn't translate their response, but their reactions were clear as fucking day. The bitch darted scared glances around the bar, missing Revy for fucks sake, while her boyfriend looked under the weather as he glared sickly at Rock. Despite this, that stupid bastard Rock stood firm, opening his mouth again, but this time the woman jerked back as though she was just bitch-slapped while the dude pulled his lips back and was ready to pull out his piece. However, Rock must have said something good because those idiots froze with their eyes wide like a virgin seeing a pair of tits. Grimacing, Revy felt strange as he continued speaking to them and poured herself another shot to burn away the faint embers of hope that shined in their eyes.
Hope…in Roanapur. Yeah, like she was stupid enough to believe that. There was no such thing as hope, and it's not like she needed it.
Two Hands had everything she could ever want in Roanapur, knocking her drink back, Revy was left with a bitter taste that made her gag.
Pushing that aside, Revy noticed Rock making his way back to them with the couple taking the stools next to him. A Caucasian male with oily red hair pulled back to reveal his gloomy face and glinting blue eyes, set lightly within their sockets. Freckles spread across his cheeks and forehead. He wore a long white shirt with blue jeans and brown sneakers, with Walther P99 strapped to his waist. Next to him, a British woman sat awkwardly on her stool, taller than the rest of them. Her bronze hair hung clumsily over her hazel eyes as she tried to pull them away. Her beige blouse dropped slightly but still covered her curvy body well enough to avoid stares as her white pants and high heels blended well.
Picking up his briefcase, Rock took his seat and introduced the newcomers. "Anna & Colin."
Raising her glass, Revy noticed Anna wilted like a limp cock after one shot and her fucktoy grimacing at her Cutlasses. These two aren't new to this city if they knew her by appearance alone.
Ignoring this, Benny greeted them kindly before frowning at Rock. "Why did you bring them?"
"Private," Was the only thing Rock said before sipping his watering drink.
"Not really," Anna muttered, her velvet voice alone could leave men wanting more.
"Anna," Colin groaned softly before shooting a nasty look at Rock. "I still think you're going to sell us out. If you so much as…"
"I said I'd help and I will," Rock declared flatly, lowering his glass. "I have no interest in money, so you won't have to worry about that. This is all just a hobby to me."
"A hobby," Colin growled, only for Anna to hold his shoulder. "Our lives are on the line and you think this is a hobby?"
"Helping people, even when they don't want it. That is my hobby," He explained casually. Colin wanted to argue, but Rock continued. "I know that it's upsetting to hear, but you should relax. Especially since there are eavesdroppers around us."
True to his words, Revy could feel several eyes burning into their backs. Nothing pricked up ears in Roanapur more than the sound of money. Just like a quick glare and scowl from Two Hands turned them all deaf.
"Impressive," Rock muttered, watching them sweat under her glare.
"My bitch face does wonders for dipshits," Revy smirked cruelly before eyeing the dumbasses beside them and asking quietly. "What are you getting out of this? These fucks aren't worth the trouble. It would be better to cut them loose and get on with your life."
"Truly?" Rock questioned, taking a final sip. "Whatever happens to them is none of my business, but I gave them my word and that's not something given freely."
"So it's about pride?"
"Pride? Not at all," He huffed and looked at the stained counter. "They want a second chance, a fresh start. All I'm doing is ensuring they get that chance. I won't cry if they die, but I'm not going to leave them hanging. And if they succeed, then knowing that is payment enough for me."
Strange. For a second, Two Hands wanted to call bullshit, but she downed her second drink.
"Fucking freak," Revy sighed, pouring herself another glass. "Not sure what to say after that shit."
Pushing his empty glass, Rock mentioned. "As I said before, it's just a hobby, and I rarely engage in hobbies."
"Our lives aren't toys," Colin muttered, venomously. "I don't know why we're trusting this fucker. He looks too clean to be of any use to us. Probably never been in a gunfight in his life."
"More than I'd like."
"Colin," Anna chided softly before smiling at Rock. "Sorry. He's been under a lot of stress lately and-"
"No need for apologies. I understand that you've been dealt a cruel hand, and considering my intrusion, distrust is only natural." Rock said as his phone started vibrating. "Pardon me for a second."
C: Armed forces approaching. ETA thirty-five minutes. Get out of that bar.
Frowning, He typed. How did you know I was at a bar?
C: Satellite Tracking.
Of course. Number and Affiliation.
C: A total of thirty units, all equipped with AKS-47U assault rifles and M9 pistols. They're mercenaries affiliated with the Extra Order, E.O for short. And I know why.
Just a moment, I need to handle something. I'll call you in a few.
C: Make it fast. ETA thirty minutes.
Lowering his phone away, Rock got off his seat and grabbed his briefcase.
Turning towards the couple, He said. "Get up, you're leaving."
As Anna grimaced, Colin scowled nervously. "What are you-"
Without waiting, Rock glanced at Benny. "I need you to start the car and head for the back entrance. A bar like this must have one. Wait for the others there."
Frowning, Benny raised his brow and took a sip of his drink.
"The fuck are you going on about?" Revy scowled. "Trying to order him, like he's your bitch."
"This bar is about to become a warzone and I'd rather not risk our lives by sticking around," Rock revealed as his phone vibrated.
C: Twenty-five minutes.
Glaring, Revy snorted and shook her head.
"Even if you're telling the truth, then why we should take you, much less them." Revy jerked her chin at the couple as they grimaced under her glare. "You might want them, but I couldn't give two shits what happens to them."
"Bitch," Colin spat out, only for Rock to raise his hand.
"Then how about I give you a reason to give a shit?"
"You really couldn't," Revy jeered, mockingly. "Unless you're willing to pay?"
"Name your price."
"One million," Revy grinned darkly, taking a long drink to savor the couple's despair.
"A million dollars for their safety? Very well, I accept."
Spitting out firewater, Revy started pounding the counter, choking. Benny stiffened, his glass slipping through his twitching fingers. Anna opened her mouth, but no words came out, and Colin hummed in shock.
"You're fucking with me," Revy croaked out, eyes wide and trained on this lying prick.
He had to be lying!
"Not at all. I'll have the money transferred to your company account if you possess one," Rock said, giving her a slight smirk. "To be honest, a million dollars is quite a small thing."
"S-Small?" Benny stuttered before freezing. "W-Wait? When you said that you had no interest in their money?"
Blinking, Rock shrugged. "Why be interested in something you already have. In my line of work, a million dollars is easy to make back."
"What kind of job pays that much?" Colin muttered to Anna, who shook her head.
"Not important," He leaned closer to Revy, breaking her stupor. "What's important is that I need your help and I'm willing to pay for it because we only have…" Pausing briefly, he quickly estimated. "Less than fifteen minutes before everything goes to hell and I doubt you want to catch bullets while you drink. Just like how I can't guarantee their safety if they remain here. You must leave now or you'll end up in a shootout."
"And how would you know about this?" The hacker asked once more.
"Benny," Revy interrupted, looking over her shoulder and jerking her head towards the door. "Start the car, and take these idiots with you. I'll see if Dutch is done. Meet us at the backdoor by the hallway."
"Wait? Wait a minute?" Benny raised his hands before pointing at Rock. "You're serious?"
Her glare told him everything. Sighing, Benny reluctantly sat up and made his way outside. Looking back, he held the door for Anna as Colin trailed behind, throwing a cautious stare backward before jogging after them.
"Thanks."
Glaring, Revy scowled. "You can thank me by paying us. And you better start talking, fuck-face. How did you know this and how the fuck can you throw a million our way like it's cheap shit?"
Exhaling slightly, Rock smiled flatly. "How about this? When this is over, I'll tell you. Only you, of course."
Holding back her bitch mode, Revy swallowed and speed-walked towards her boss.
Before following, Rock looked back at the bartender and smiled. "Excuse me, Mr…?"
"Bao."
"Bao," Nodding, He continued. "Where is the restroom?"
After Bao pointed his thumb at the hallway, Rock thanked him as he paid for their drinks.
With his ear pressed to the payphone, Dutch looked down the hallway and noticed their approach. Pulling away, he could still hear the gunshots ringing through the phone until the call ended. Returning the payphone to its receiver, Dutch raised a brow behind his sunglasses.
"What's going on?"
"We need to leave and fast," Revy stated, crossing her arms. "Rocky thinks the bar's about to be a corpse den."
"Good idea. Just talked with Balalaika and it seems Asahi Industries sent mercenaries our way," Dutch revealed, making Revy look back at Rock, who looked at his cellphone. "Where's Benny?"
"He's getting the car and waiting for us out back."
"Good," Dutch nodded before staring at their guest. "Looks like this is where we part ways."
"Not exactly, but close enough," Rock admitted, much to his confusion. "You should wait until they open fire, that way your escape is covered under the gunfire."
"You're staying?" Revy asked, questioning his sanity.
"I've never been the type to run from a fight," Rock stated, turning around. "Besides, escaping won't solve the problem. As long as these mercenaries live, they'll continue to pursue you. Which means that they'll pursue Colin and Anna."
"Who?"
Tightening his grip on the briefcase, Rock looked over his shoulder and gave them an empty smile. "I'll handle them. Once they're done, I'll transfer your payment."
"What?"
"I'll tell ya on the way," Revy sighed before glaring at Rock. "You better come back alive. I want my fucking money."
"You'll get it."
"I'd better," She mumbled, casting a strange glance before following Dutch out the back door. "We'll leave the asshats at our dock office by the pier, so you know where to go."
Once they were out of sight, Rock walked into the door to the right of the payphone.
"As much as this style suits me, it's time to regain focus." After checking for any residents inside, Rock took out his lockpick, locking the door behind him. Placing his briefcase on top of the sink, Rock dialed up the only number on his phone.
"Clera, it's me. What's the current position of the Extra Order unit?" He asked as he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.
"Satelite positioning has them inside several Jeep Wranglers, fast approaching your position. Estimated time of arrival: Ten minutes."
"Not ideal, but it will have to do," Releasing the latches, Rock opened his briefcase and pulled out a long sleeve, double-pocket shirt. "Now, about that intel…"
"Of course. After denying our previous client, they mentioned that our services were no longer needed and that more… experienced personnel were required."
Putting an arm through his dark gray jacket, Rock chuckled. "My, my. Someone underestimating our skills? Interesting."
"More like vexing. I tracked their phone calls and learned that the Extra Order was sent as our replacement. Insulting. Comparing us to those war-crazed junkies is one thing but to call them our betters? The nerve of some people," Clera scoffed as her friend tightened the belt around his black dress pant.
"How did Extra Order discover their exact location?"
"Through a merchant affiliated with Shinganan Wan Taikei, the man who was meant to receive the disc. Shortly after, their contact in Roanapur was captured by the local Russian Mafia, no doubt died at this point. Putting two and two together, I assume that the naval company you mentioned earlier were couriers after all."
"Correct as usual," Rock said, slipping into his black oxfords. "Speaking of which, I need you to withdraw one million dollars from one of my offshores accounts and transfer it to the Lagoon Company. They're doing a small favor for me, and in return, I promised compensation."
"Very well."
*BOOM*
Outside, an explosion erupted from the main room followed by a series of gunshots, muffling the dying screams caught in the dark.
"Sounds like they've arrived," Clera joked flatly as Rock straightened his jacket.
"Yes well, it's time to see to their departure," He stated, reaching into his briefcase with both hands. "There is something else I'd like to discuss, but I save that for later."
"Alright, call me when it's over."
Stepping back, Rock admired the modified AMT Hardballers within his hands as they shined through the darkness.
"Good Luck, Hitman."
Today's my birthday, but I decided to give this to my readers. If you're seeing this and enjoyed it so far, then that is the best gift I could ever ask for. I was sharing some detail about this story, but that can wait until the next chapter. I'm going to try updating Omni sometime later today. Have a great day, everyone.
And Good Luck.
