Bullet XXIV
'Well, that worked out better than I expected.'. -Rock thought, experiencing a mixture of difficult emotions.
On the one hand, there was the joy and pride at having successfully completed their mischievous little plan, despite having so little information about their target and little time to prepare.
Rowan's club, the Washimine and Balalaika were the bait. Rowan's club, the Washimine and Balalaika were the bait. While the corpses of those mobsters and the provocations he deliberately made were the trap. But the deciding factor was Revy and Verrocchio himself; two people who were known to get pissed off easily and who did not hesitate when it came to killing.
However, Verrocchio proved more difficult to provoke than Rock expected, so he had to take a little more risk to make him react the way he wanted. It was successful, yes, but it was extremely dangerous. If that bullet had crossed a few more centimeters to the right, it could have hit him in the middle of the face.
And Revy had reacted the way he expected; she drew her weapons and eliminated the threat.
And that's where the guilt began. Of course, he felt guilty for having indirectly killed those guys, even though they were criminal scum, but what really made him feel guilty was having used Revy to execute Verrocchio. Rock used her as if she were a weapon, and that made him feel terrible.
'No, now is not the time for that, there's still something else to go.'
With that in mind, Rock focused on Ronnie, who had just come out of his daze. "You crazy fucking bitch..."
"Yes, that's me." -Responded Revy, indifferent to the murder she had just committed. Maybe because she didn't consider Ronnie a threat, or because she was already satisfied that she had taken three lives, she put her guns away.
"Do you have any idea what you've done?!"
"He brought it on himself, Jaws, I warned him to put his gun down, but the son of a bitch still fired first."
"Verrocchio's shot was a warning shot, not a kill shot. You're supposed to be an experienced fucking gunwoman, you should have realized that!"
"If that bullet had hit Rock, he'd be dead now, so it's the same thing to me."
"But he's not, so there's a big difference!"
"Alright, you keep insisting I'll kill you too, motherfucker!"
That made Ronnie's anger cool quickly. He turned his gaze to the corpse of his boss and grimaced. "You don't understand, you still shouldn't have killed him. You've gotten yourself into serious trouble, Two Hands, now the next leader of the Visconti will seek revenge against you."
"That doesn't give a shit. I'll kill any Italian bastard who comes looking for trouble with me, or Rock."
"What about me?" -Balalaika asked. However, Revy simply walked past her without giving her an answer. "Oh, how nice to know I have your support."
She stopped right in front of Rock, hands on her hips. "Let me see that wound."
"It's nothing, it's just a scratch.". -Said Rock, playing it down. But Revy ignored him and reached up with one of her hands to cup his chin and then turn his head sharply. He grimaced as he heard his neck crack, but the really painful part was when she jabbed a finger into his wound on his cheek. "Ow..."
"Stop whining." -grunted Revy, inspecting the wound on his face with a serious expression. After a few seconds, having indeed ascertained that it was nothing serious, she blurted out. However, her serious expression remained. "Look at the mess you caused because you don't know how to keep your fucking mouth shut."
An unexpected direct hit, she was right more than she realized, but fortunately, she didn't seem to have noticed. Or else Revy would be beating the crap out of him right now. "I know."
"How many times have I told you to be careful with your bullshit because you're going to end up dead, huh?"
"Many times..."
"Then you better learn to keep your fucking mouth shut and stay out of matters that don't concern you, stupid."
" Yeah, I'm sorry, it won't happen again."
Revy seemed satisfied with that answer and nodded. "Well, you'd better."
Balalaika cleared her throat. "Sorry to interrupt, but what do we do with that dago?"
Rock decided to go ahead before Revy suggested killing Ronnie, because the other man could still be useful to him. The next stage would be up to Ronnie, at best, it would all end here. At worst... Rock didn't even want to imagine it, but it would probably be a fucking bloodbath of major proportions.
He needed to make one last effort.
"The way I see it…" -Said Rock after clearing his throat to get the group's attention. "Mr. Ronald has three options at this time. But before that, I'd like to clarify a few things. Since you were Verrocchio's right-hand man, technically you are now the new boss of the Visconti, right?"
Ronnie snorted. "It's not that simple. Our Don, or the sottocapo, Verrocchio's bosses, have to give their approval first."
"But in case they do, you'd be the boss, right?"
" Yeah, although one or more members may apply for the position, as the current right-hand man, I would be rightfully entitled to the position of the boss.". -Ronnie folded her arms and eyed him suspiciously. "What are you proposing, slant eyes?"
At this point, he was to become an ice tempane. "Do you wish to solve this whole goddamn problem once and for all and get the hell out of here so you can get that wound you have there properly tended to?"
" Yeah."
"Do you think it would be a good idea to look for trouble with Revy for murdering your boss?"
Ronnie turned his gaze to her. Revy simply smiled mischievously at him, baring her teeth. He quickly returned his gaze to Rock. "No, that wouldn't be a good idea at all."
"Okay. Now that we've cleared that up, the options you have are; take the boss's job and forget this terrible day ever happened. Or follow in the same footsteps as Verrocchio and look for trouble with Miss Balalaika, the Washimine's and Revy, although you know how that turned out for him."
"... What is the third option?"
"There isn't. But I figured maybe you'd feel better if you thought there was one."
"I hate you."
"Great, I can live with that. But what about you, Mr. Ronald, can you agree to forget about all this and live?". -Rock pointed to Verrocchio's corpse. "Or be a stubborn fuck and die?"
After a brief pause, Ronnie let out a resigned sigh. "Okay... What did you say your name was?"
"Rock."
"You're a persuasive bastard, Rock, and you've got a lot of balls, too, I'll give you that." -Ronnie frowned. "I'll take your first choice, but on one condition."
He really wasn't in a position to make any conditions, but Rock wanted to get this over with, so he nodded. "What is it?"
"Those slanted eyes over there." -Ronnie pointed at the Washimines with a nod of his head. "Just like you and that Two Hands bitch, neither one of you will go near the Visconti's territory, or every fucking Italian in Roanapur will be after your asses, got it?"
"Yes, there's no problem with that."
"Okay, now, where's Luciano? I want to get the hell out of this dump, I'm sick of seeing their faces."
After ending the meeting between the Yakuzas and the Moscow Hotel, and setting a date for another in a few days, the Washimine left the club. Ronnie and his subordinate were next. Before leaving, to Rowan's delight, Balalaika gave the order to his men to remove the bodies from the club.
It seemed that the hectic and bloody day was finally over.
The only thing left to do was to look for Gretel so that they could also leave the place. But before he could suggest that idea, Revy spoke first. "That wasn't like you."
"What?" -Rock asked.
"Threaten Jaws to kill him.". -Revy clicked her tongue. She looked annoyed. "That's more Balalaika's style, or mine, you're not the bloodthirsty type."
Rock sighed. Before, he might have immediately responded with a 'no' at the thought of being willing to kill someone. But now his situation had completely changed, he had already crossed that barrier. This was very different from that situation with that helicopter, this time it was a life or death decision. Him or them.
Here, Rock decided to kill that crime boss just because he was in his way.
The limit he was willing to go to, either for his own safety or that of the twins, seemed to be getting farther and farther away, with a great risk of ending up plummeting into a descending torrent with no way to turn back.
'But I'm not there yet.'
"No. I'm not." -Responded Rock finally, holding up a hand with fingers splayed and palm down. His hand was shaking. "Do you think doing that was a simple thing for me to do?"
She stared at him for a few moments, then nodded, relaxing her expression. "I see, I get it."
"I didn't do it because I wanted to play gangster, or because I liked the idea of killing someone, Revy. I did it because it was a necessary thing to do." -insisted Rock, to clear his own doubts as much as hers.
"I said I get it, okay? No need to fucking whine."
"...If it makes you feel any better, that's the last time I do something like this."
"Yeah, I'd really feel better if you'd stop looking to get yourself killed."
"Just kidding. I'm sure I'll soon be knee deep in another problem where they'll probably want to kill me."
"..."
"What's wrong, why are you looking at me like that? You're going to make me blush."
"You're full of jokes, huh?" -said Revy, deadpan. "Maybe I should save myself all the trouble and kill you myself."
Rock held up both hands in a gesture of calm. "I'm sorry. It's just, when you say something, I just can't help but answer you with a retort."
"Whatever, let's just go get the brat and get the hell out of here."
That should have marked the end of the day. However, when the three of them left the club, they found that Balalaika was still in the place, with her back leaning against one of the pillars at the entrance of the club... and in the company of someone else.
" Hi, Dutch." -Rock greeted, raising his hand, a bit surprised by the man's unexpected appearance.
The Black Lagoon boss nodded in response to his greeting, then immediately pinned his gaze on his destructive employee. "There you are, you little bitch..."
"Geh!" -Revy exclaimed, grimacing. But she quickly pulled herself together and gave a nervous smile. "Hey, Dutch, what brings you here?"
"A little pigeon called me to tell me everything that's happened since you set foot in this club.". -he replied.
"Rowan...that bastard.". -Rvy muttered bitterly, then cleared her throat. "Oh, yeah, a lot of fun stuff happened around here."
"Yes, because killing one of Roanapur's leaders is a very funny thing to do.". -Said Dutch, expressionless. He walked over to Benny's car, then opened the passenger side door. "Hop in, we have a few things to discuss as we head back to my office."
"Uh, well, the thing is, I still have to take Rock back to Yellow Flag and-"
"Not exactly." -Said Balalaika this time, smiling amused. "Rock and I also have some things to discuss. So you can go, Two Hands, I'll be sure to get him back to Bao."
Revy said nothing, simply pursed his lips and shot Rock a look, in a clear silent plea for help. But unfortunately for her, there was nothing he could do in this situation. It was hard enough having to talk to Balalaika, but the thought of having to face the deceptively calm Dutch was something equally or even more frightening.
So all he could do, was put a hand on Revy's shoulder. "My deepest sympathies.". -Said Rock.
"You're useless.". -She replied.
"I know. How about this? As compensation I'll buy you a beer."
"...Make it three."
"You got it, girl."
With that settled, Revy let out a resigned sigh and headed inside the vehicle, staggering like a zombie, to meet her fate. Once she was inside, Dutch closed the door and made his way to the driver's seat. "Balalaika, Rock, creepy girl..."
"Baldy.". -Was the girl's response, with a thumbs up.
"I'll see you another day." -said Dutch by way of farewell. He then got into Benny's car and started it up, driving off quickly in the direction of his new office.
"He'll tell her off." -She pointed out Gretel, to no one in particular, feeling sorry for Revy.
"Oh, of course he will.". -Said Balalaika, holding her smile for a few moments longer, then wiping it away. "Come here, Rock. Like I said, we need to talk."
She held up a finger and motioned for him to come closer.
Rock gulped at the sudden change in her voice and expression. Curiously, she spoke in Russian. Whether she wanted some privacy, or simply used her native language to intimidate him, Rock didn't know.
"Whatever happens, don't intervene, Gretel.". -He murmured to the girl, and, without waiting for an answer, he obeyed Balalaika's order.
"You think I'm stupid?" -Said Balalaika, once he came closer and before he could say anything. "The amount of pain you receive will depend on your answer."
From the way he was cracking his knuckles, she wasn't kidding. It would be best to answer her in all seriousness to avoid taking another hit...which was a bit difficult, considering Rock's bad habit of cracking bad jokes when he was nervous.
"No, I don't think you're stupid.". -He replied, also in Russian.
"So, did you really think I wouldn't notice your little trap?"
'Goddamn it.'. -Rock averted his gaze. "Was it that obvious?"
"Not really. But I could tell, and very quickly, that there was something fishy going on. However, I never imagined that you would have the audacity to use me as bait, and to use Revy to get rid of Verrocchio."
"Listen, I'm sorry for leaving you in the dark and acting on my own ... again, but when I found out more or less what kind of person Verrocchio was, through Rowan and Revy, I thought that taking him out of the game and replacing him with someone less ... warlike, so to speak, was the most efficient option to avoid further trouble."
"And how were you so sure that dago would be that person?"
"Because Ronnie is afraid of you, I could tell that when I first talked to him, when they came to kill Matsuzaki-san, the underboss of the Washimine, and his partner, Chaka. And now that you are involved with them in an alliance, Ronnie won't be looking for trouble with you or the Washimine.".
Well, the little demonstration Ginji made by slaughtering all those men would also influence Ronnie's decision not to seek revenge, but Rock didn't consider it necessary to tell Balalaika that little detail.
"So, what about Two Hands, how do you know he won't seek revenge against Revy?"
Rock raised an eyebrow. "If Ronnie's anyway looking for trouble with her... that means he just turned out to be a fool who deserves to die. But I don't think he's a fool, so I doubt he'll do anything against her."
Balalaika seemed to consider it for a moment, then, she nodded as she was apparently satisfied. "One last question." -She said. "Why here, at Rowan's club, and not somewhere else?"
"Because Little Pidgeons is a neutral zone...Hnn, if you had called Verrocchio to meet you at the Moscow Hotel, would he have agreed to go?"
"No, that bastard would never dare set foot on my territory. Not directly at least."
"So, you would have agreed to go to the Visconti's territory to meet him?"
"...I think I understand what you're getting at, Japonski."
Rock nodded. "Being a neutral zone, I figured Verrocchio would be more willing to meet with you. Also, knowing that he is easily angered, I thought that leaving the corpses of his men lying around the club would be a good way to provoke him to make him react violently. That's why I distracted Rowan so he would forget about it...and I also thought Revy wouldn't hesitate to kill Verrocchio if he started shooting."
"I see you thought it all out."
"Not exactly, I just took advantage of every opportunity available to me. It was all possible thanks to Matsuzaki-san, for, if he had not killed those Italians, my trap would have been impossible to make." -Rock smiled. "Truth be told, this was more of a 50-50 bet than an elaborate plan."
"A risky bet." -Balalaika pointed out. "Verrocchio almost killed you, besides, it could have all gone very wrong."
"I know...but I recently discovered that betting with my life is much more exciting than using my money."
Balalaika said nothing, just stared into his eyes, probably looking for some sign of a lie. But she wasn't going to find any of that, because Rock was completely serious. Realizing this, she smiled...
Immediately after, she grabbed him by the neck and whipped him hard against the wall. He winced as he felt the sharp impact on his back and head. He could see Gretel take a step toward him, but Rock stopped her by raising a hand.
"I didn't know you were like that, Japonski". -Said Balalaika, still smiling. "You turned out to be a twisted, ruthless son of a bitch."
"So, now that you know all that, are you upset that I kept you in the dark and acted without consulting you first?" -Rock ventured to ask, his voice pained.
"I'd be lying if I said 'no,' but since this worked out in my favor, I'll make an exception and not beat you up.". -She chuckled. "Actually, I'm pleased with your move, Rock. Not only did you get me a free pass to Japan, but you also got rid of that nuisance named Verrocchio and replaced him with someone weaker and easier to intimidate."
Rock inwardly let out a sigh of relief, a great weight lifted from his shoulders knowing that Balalaika was not entirely displeased with his actions and did not plan to punish him in some way. He even seemed to have earned a congratulations from her, although whipping someone against a wall was an odd way to congratulate.
"A 'good job' would have sufficed, you know." -Said Rock, now a little calmer.
"My apologies, it's hard for me to control myself when I'm happy."
"I'm not complaining...I mean, I don't mind the idea of playing rough with you."
Balalaika raised an eyebrow. "Are you flirting with me?"
"You're free to think whatever you want.". -Responded Rock.
Okay, he was pushing his luck there, but what the hell, it was just an innocent flirtation, she couldn't kill him just for that. Fortunately, Balalaika seemed to think the same and simply let go, pulling away from him a bit.
"In any case, you've done a good job, Rock.". -Said Balalaika. "For now, I'll let you rest. I'll contact you when I need to use you as a translator at the next meeting I have with Bando and his people."
"I don't have a phone."
"Don't worry, finding people, or making people disappear, is nothing complicated for me."
"...That scares me."
"Excellent." -She patted his head, as if he were a dog. "Now, are you ready to go back to Yellow Flag?"
While the old harpy Yolanda was sleeping in her room in the church, completely drunk, it was Eda's turn to run the business until Yolanda woke up from her pharmacological coma. If she ever woke up, you never knew with that old woman.
That pissed Eda off, but she accepted it anyway, because she basically had no choice.
Ricardo, the new assistant, was not particularly clever or skilled with numbers. The only thing he was good for was shooting and killing people, so she couldn't leave him in charge of the business.
So now Eda was running the business and had the responsibility of taking care of the customers. She was quite used to that by now, along with all the eccentricities they brought, the problem was that today she ran into a particularly difficult customer.
In front of it, there was a small but sturdy wooden table, on which was placed an imposing M134. The same one Yolanda had sold to Dutch some time ago. "I request a refund."
And whoever deposited the gun, it was Revy, the difficult customer.
"You're kidding." -Said Eda.
Revy folded her arms. "Do I look like I'm kidding?"
Well, that grumpy woman never joked when it came to guns, or business, or anything in general. However, that was not what she meant. Eda pointed her finger at the man and the two children accompanying her.
The little ones must have been about ten years old or so, dressed almost identically... and looked almost identically. Twins maybe, Eda wasn't sure, but she wasn't interested enough to ask questions about it either.
And the other guy was also a stranger, and that was weird, because Eda knew everyone in fucking Roanapur.
He had no tattoos or distinguishing marks that would identify him as a new gang member, nor did he have a gun in plain sight, or a bulge in his waistband that would indicate he was concealing it, which was even more weird. His clothes didn't reveal anything important either, he looked like one of those salarymen or some manager of a clothing store.
So, what the hell was Revy doing in the company of some weird brats and a guy who looked as ordinary as his shirt?
"Who is this asshole looking at me with an asshole face?". -said Eda, frowning. "And who are the weird brats?"
"This asshole is Rock.". -introduced Revy. "The weird brats are called, uh... I don't remember."
"Hansel and Gretel.". -Responded Rock. "And I'd appreciate it if you two would stop calling me an asshole."
"Why did you bring this asshole and the weird brats here?" -Eda asked, ignoring the expressionless look she received from him. "This is not a fucking resort, not a fucking daycare center. This is a holy church."
"Who sells guns." -Rock pointed out. "And kind of nun swearing?"
"Don't call me nun, call me sister, bitch."
"I came here for a fucking refund, Rock and the brats came to buy guns from you.". -Revy interjected before the man could reply. "So cut the chatter and bring me my money."
Eda focused first on Revy's request and carefully examined the weapon for a few seconds, but could find nothing broken or out of place. "I have no problem agreeing to give you a refund, however, you will be deducted 10% of the original cost."
"Why?"
"For making me work on a Sunday.". -Responded Eda, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Don't you know it's a sin to work on Sundays, stupid?"
"You'll lose 10% of your face if you don't bring me the same amount Dutch paid you.". -Replied Revy.
"Okay, now you'll be deducting 20% off the original cost. And if you continue with that shitty attitude, you'll be deducted even more."
"Suck my dick."
"I'd say you don't have a dick, but knowing what a tomboy you are, I wouldn't be surprised if you grew one overnight." -countered Eda.
Then, as was typical of Revy when she ran out of answers, or when she got pissed off, or both at the same time, she pulled out her guns and pointed them at her to shoot her. Naturally, Eda also drew her gun at almost the same time.
It was a routine between the two of them to piss each other off enough to want to kill each other, something they had been repeating since they met several years ago. And although they never got to do it, Eda always made sure her gun was ready to fire.
However, today's game was different.
Because immediately after the two of them pulled out their guns, the twins did the same. The girl had one gun, while the boy had two. So, in total, Eda had five guns pointed directly at her from different directions.
She felt cold sweat pour down her face, and it wasn't from the fucking heat of the town.
"Okay." -Said Eda, dropping her gun and smiling nervously. "I give up."
After reaching an agreement, where Eda would return the money for the purchase of the gun, but deducting 5% of the original cost, Eda was quite insistent with that, the sister proceeded to meet Rock's request and took him and the children to the storage room at the back of the church to show them the available arsenal.
As soon as they saw the inside of the warehouse, the kids immediately rushed out to inspect the merchandise. After barking the simple command for them not to break anything, the sister who identified herself as Eda returned to Rock and Revy, who watched the kids with indifference.
"So, who are you, Fish?" -Eda said.
Rock raised an eyebrow at the curious nickname. "Fish?"
"That's right, the new little fish in the big fishbowl. Who the hell are you, man? Are you a fucking cop?"
"Do you think I'd be in the company of Two Hands if I were a cop?"
"That's what a fuckin' undercover cop would say." -said Revy, nudging him. "And don't call me that."
"You're not helping to clear up their doubts, and everyone calls you that. So why can't I do it?" -Rock replied. The same applied to the few times he called her 'baby'...it's not like he had a big problem with it, he just thought it was a little unfair.
Revy grimaced. "I don't know, it just feels wrong when you do it."
"Okay..." -Rock didn't understand what she was referring to, but let it go and returned his attention to Eda, who still seemed to be waiting for an answer. "Anyway, I'm not a cop, or a fucking undercover cop."
Eda folded her arms and looked him up and down. "I guess you're telling the truth." -She said after his inspection. "You lack muscles, and that asshole look you have seems to be authentic."
"Oh, thank you very much for the compliment."
However, the peculiar sister was still not finished with her questioning. "What do you do then, drug trafficking, money laundering, selling organs on the black market?"
"Now that's a lot of disturbing business.". -Rock pointed out, deadpan.
"But not the worst.". -Added Revy.
"Wonderful...wait a second, she said black market. Does that mean there is a black market here?"
"That's right."
"But Roanapur is a fucking black market." -Said Rock, incredulous.
"Well, that's right, but I'm referring to the black market that's inside the black market.". -Said Eda, smiling amused at his reaction. "I can tell you're really new in town, Fishy, there's a lot of intense and interesting shit you haven't seen yet."
"I'll sleep well at night if I can avoid encountering those things for the rest of my life.". -Rock shivered. For every new thing he found out about Roanapur, the worse his opinion of the town became. "Actually, I don't even want to know what's there."
" In fact, there's these sleeping pills-"
"I said I don't want to know!"
With a knowing smile, Revy also decided to join in the fun. "Although there are also these non-sleeping pills-"
"Stop!" -Rock exclaimed, covering his ears, eliciting a laugh from both women. "The point is, I'm none of those things! I work for Bao at Yellow Flag-!"
"A Gigolo!?" -Eda interrupted him, pointing at him accusingly. Beside her, Revy let out a laugh. "Get out of my church, you fucking sinner!"
"What?!
"No, stupid! Rock works the bar like a barman.". -corrected Revy after calming her laughter.
"Oh." -Eda calmed down a bit and lowered her finger. "But he wouldn't do bad as a gigolo, I mean, he's got a nice ass."
Revy looked at him for a few moments, then looked away. "... In fact, the bastard's got a nice ass."
"This is getting out of hand, can we get back to the main point, please?". -Rock said, his face red with embarrassment at the repeated taunts. "I have a normal job, okay? I'm not related to any of that criminal shit around here."
"So, you're a normal guy, who has a normal job and who's good with kids.". -Eda said. Rock nodded, though he wouldn't qualify as good that he was buying guns for some kids. "I see... Do you have a girlfriend?"
Rock blinked, confused at the sudden change of subject. "Huh?"
"Does that mean you don't have it? Hell, yeah." -Continued Eda attacking, giving a thumbs up by way of approval and a big grin. "You seem like a terrific catch to me, and it's a real waste that you're single."
"I-"
"Why don't you come with me somewhere more private and we'll work that out?"
The sudden aggressiveness of that woman didn't give Rock time to answer her in the right way, or at any rate, to let out a witty remark. But before he could compose himself, Revy intervened and gave the sister a blow to the back of her head, causing her to stumble forward.
As expected, Eda turned to her, pissed off. "Oi, what's your problem, bitch?"
"I've had enough of your bullshit, so you better shut your mouth before I knock your teeth out". -Responded Revy, all trace of his previous good humor gone.
"Why don't you try it, you fucking tomboy?"
Before everything escalated into a fist fight, or a shootout, the two women were interrupted when a body fell heavily in their midst. He was a young man, and his hands and feet were tied... and he had a dirty rag in his mouth as a gag.
"Rico!?" -Eda exclaimed as she recognized the man in question, and, fortunately, instantly forgetting her rant against Revy.
"Hngh!"
"What kind of fetish fantasy are you doing, you perverted bastard!?"
The man frantically shook his head from side to side in denial. "NNGHN!"
"Ah, so you know him, then?" -Hansel said, entering the warehouse again, accompanied by his sister. Rock blinked, he had at no time seen them leave. "Wow...looks like we screwed up."
Eda turned to look at the twins, incredulous. "You two did this?"
"We saw him hanging around here, and since we thought he was an intruder, we pinned him down." -answered Gretel, cocking her head to one side. "Shouldn't we have done that?"
"Of course not, Rico is my assistant!"
The twins exchanged glances and then shrugged in perfect synchronicity. "Oops."
"But what kind of fucking kids are you!?"
After releasing the new priest of the Ripoff church, Ricardo, also known as Rico, the twins continued to search for some weapons that would catch their attention, this time, under Rock's strict vigilance so that they would not make another mischief.
But to be really sure of that, Eda and Revy stood guard at the entrance to the warehouse. Priest Rico had quietly withdrawn, with a clear fear in his eyes. The number of people traumatized by the twins was increasing once again.
"So..." -Said Rock, eyeing the guns. He wasn't a fan of guns, but admittedly some of them were cool. "Did you find anything you're interested in?"
"This!" -The twins exclaimed in unison, raising an RPG between them. One loaded with a projectile.
Rock looked at them with tight lips, blanching at the kids' choice. "We agreed that it would be nothing bigger, or more dangerous, than a rifle, remember?"
"This is about the size of a rifle.". -Hansel replied. "Well, two rifles."
"Besides, as a rule, all weapons are dangerous.". -Gretel added. "But since we are skilled in the use of weapons, there shouldn't be any problem, right, Boss?"
"Nice try, brats, I won't be buying you a fucking rocket launcher.". -Rock replied, earning a grumble from the twins, but he stood firm in his decision. " Yeah, yeah, you'll have your choice of something else. Now, leave that where you found it."
Hansel and Gretel let out a resigned sigh, and obeyed the order.
But the moment they deposited the weapon in place, it made a 'Click'. Immediately after, the missile shot furiously towards the exit, passing inches away from Eda's face and disheveling her in the process, heading towards the town' s sky without a specific direction.
"Oh, shit!" -Rock exclaimed, clutching his head with both hands. "Sister Eda! Are you okay?"
"I am Fish, don't worry about it...". -answered Eda, indifferent towards her near-death experience. "But what the fuck, man?"
"We are so sorry." -Said Gretel this time, owing. Seeing that her brother stood his ground, she kicked him. The boy let out a whimper of pain and then mimicked his sister's gesture reluctantly. ""But we didn't do anything, the gun shot by itself."
"A gun doesn't shoot itself.". -Replied Revy, also indifferent, as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. "Unless you take the safety off first, you know, that thing that keeps guns from firing on their own."
"Oh. Now that you mention it... the safety on that RPG 7 was damaged." -Said Eda, scratching her head. "Rico was supposed to fix it today, but I forgot to tell him."
"Don't forget about such important things!". -Rock exclaimed, incredulously. "Worse, if you knew the safety was damaged, then don't leave the gun loaded!"
Eda had the decency to blush. "Hehehe."
"No, don't give me a 'hehehe'! Have more responsibility, dammit!"
"How about this, honey? Since I'm half to blame, I won't charge you for that missile."
"That's not what's important here.". -Rock said, stepping out of the tank to look at the direction the missile took, but there was no trace. Rock put a hand to his forehead. "Oh, boy...where the hell did that missile go?"
"What does it matter, you can't do anything anymore.". -said Eda, then turning her gaze to the smiling twins. "And you two, pick a fucking gun and don't fuck up anymore!"
