Chapter Ten
"Hey! Cousin Fucker!" Anita shouted, bursting into Rock's and Revy's hotel room. Revy looked at Rock.
"Bitch must be talking to you. You're the Jap here." Revy said casually as Anita aimed a gun in Revy's direction. Revy laughed at this.
"I'd aim that gun elsewhere, Miss Stanford. Revy could kill you five ways to Sunday before you even knew you were dead. Keep that gun pointed at me." Rock said, holding the gun to his temple, moving quietly to his pocket to take out his knife, and moving behind her, grabbing the gun and throwing it to Revy, who grabbed it out of the air, laughing.
"Now, Miss Stanford, I don't want to kill you. You've got kids to take care of. I'm sure that Dutch would be willing to take you and the kids out of Roanapur for a fairly reasonable price. You don't have a hit on your head. You're not a threat to us or anyone… Except yourself. The threat level on you is low. I suggest you remove yourself from Roanapur. You never really were meant to be here, I take it." Rock said. Revy growled. She didn't feel that Rock should be making promises in Dutch's stead.
"Thank you, Cousin Fucker. But I came here for one reason. To get revenge on you. And I'm not leaving witho…" *Bang!* A loud sound went off from the far side of the hotel room. Revy had just fired her gun into Anita's knee. The poor blonde woman fell to the ground.
"You've got more guts than I expected of some dumb blonde bimbo…" Revy said with an evil sneer. "Too bad I'm gonna have to rip em outta you." The purple haired woman laughed.
Anita whimpered, crawling away, only to have her knee stomped on by Revy, who ground her boot on the wounded leg.
"A-aagh!" Anita cried out in agony as she pushed the bullet deeper
"Revy! Stop! She's learned her lesson!" Rock protested. Revy laughed.
"She ain't learned her lesson till she's dead! Bitch thinks she can threaten you! Only I get to threaten you, damnit!" Revy snarled. Rock sighed.
"Listen, Miss Stanford. You might just want to stay down. It's not likely that you'll be able to beat her in a fight… Especially being crippled as you are right now. Revy, stop attacking her. Ah! Dutch…" Rock said, relieved and turning to Dutch, who waved at Revy and Rock, looking down and seeing Anita on the floor. Revy growled and took her foot off of Anita, who pushed herself into a sitting position.
"Mr. Dutch… I need you to take me and my children out of Roanapur. I've already been warned by Miss Balalaika, and now that I'm blind… Thanks to your Cousin Fucker of an employee…"
"Um, Miss Stanford, I've never…"
"Shut the fuck up! I don't trust myself to be able to avoid trouble with Hotel Moscow. So, if you could take me… Maybe to Japan or someplace like that?"
"Well… Japan is a bit far, and if you go around calling everyone 'cousin fucker', I'm not sure they'll take kindly to you. The closest country would be further inland in Thailand. Maybe Bangkok. We could also take you to Singapore or Malaysia.
"Here's a map of the South China Sea… We could take you this far out…" Dutch said, pointing to the Philippines. "We could do that for 10,000 dollars. Or we could simply take you to Bangkok for 5,000 dollars. Bangkok is the capital of Thailand, and is much more lawful. You could probably find a hospital there that could take care of your injuries."
"I'll go to Bangkok… Fucking sharks…" Anita muttered angrily. "I need a fucking wheelchair…" She continued. Rock sighed.
"I have some crutches. They're about the best we can do for you. You can have them, since Revy is the reason you can't walk." Rock said, hurrying into the other room and bringing Anita his old crutches, adjusting them to her height.
"I have to go back to my apartment to get my kids. I'll be back here tonight to get going. I'll have the money then, okay? Cousin Fucker!"
"Don't call me that!" Rock snarled angrily, his fists clenching. "You can call me Rock, Rokuro, Okajima… There are a lot of names you can call me. Cousin Fucker isn't one of them!"
"Fine… Okajima… Wanna come with me to pick up my shit. I haven't got a lot, since Scarface and her friends came and tuned up my home."
"What do I get out of it? I can assure you, I am not your friend, Miss Stanford."
"God, fucking vultures! Fine… 200 dollars. That's more than you'd make in an entire day working in an hourly job! If you don't take it, I'm sure I can find someone who will."
"200 dollars is plenty. I'll help you." Rock said coldly, putting his shoes on and retying his tie.
"I'm coming with you!" Revy shouted, putting her guns in her holsters and strapping them onto herself. "I don't trust this blind whore! She may not be able to see her tits in front of her face, but I won't…"
"Great… We can use all the help we can get. As long as you're not asking for more money, I don't mind your help." Anita said, walking out of the room.
Revy sneered and leapt out the window, landing on the hard ground below. Rock sighed and took Anita out the front door.
"There's really no need for her to jump out the window. She just likes to show off." Anita sneered at Rock, but said nothing as the three of them went to her apartment, and started packing up. Rock walked around, doing his part of the work, handing bags to Revy as they filled up, and having her stand outside.
She seemed to have no intention of actually packing, but she was going to make herself useful. They had brought a car along to put the stuff in, so when they finished, they packed everything in the trunk and drove it down to the Lagoon Company boat, bringing it all on board.
"Hey, Revy… I have a deal for you… If you help me pull off one more heist, I'll cut you personally in for 50%." Anita said, smirking in the exact opposite direction of Revy.
"Where were we going to rob?"
"I was thinking a bank, but if you'd prefer a private citizen, we can do that too."
"No. A bank will have far more money. I know just the bank to rob. It's not protected by any of the three mafias. Hard to believe. But they'll wise up when they're robbed."
"I know the bank you're talking about. They have strong security, but I've been scoping it out for months. We just need enough firepower. Do you have any of Cousin Fucker's egg bombs?"
"Yeah. Rock! Do you have any bombs that just explode?"
"Just use grenades for that… The egg bombs are for crippling the enemy." Rock protested. "Besides, they cause unwanted injury to people."
The group pulled up at the dock, taking all her stuff to the boat, grabbing some guns and grenades, distributing them, then getting back in and going to the bank.
"Hey!" Revy snarled angrily, taking out her guns and shooting into the air.
"This is a fucking robbery! Put the fucking gun down, guard jockey!" She screamed, shooting at the guard, wounding his arm, but not doing any serious damage.
"Go ahead… Try it… I dare you…" Revy whispered, turning to a young man, grinning maniacally. She prodded him under the chin with her gun.
After a moment, she kicked the man in the face, stealing his gun as it flew out of his hand, and he fell to the floor, gripping his clearly broken nose.
"Okay, listen up, fuckers!" Anita said calmly. I want the tellers to put the money from the safe in these six duffel bags. I expect you to fill them completely full. I have a professional with me who will know if any of them are light.
"I can assure you it won't end well for you. Got it, sweetie?" Anita asked the female teller.
"Y-yes, ma'am…"
"Good… Then get your ass to it, bitch." Anita said, a smile splitting her scarred face. She had several missing teeth and the scars on her face wrinkled grossly. The teller turned away, but nodded, running to the safe, filling up the bags as quickly as she could and dragging them back out to Anita.
Anita, Revy and Rock took the bags out to the car, and left, Revy shooting one of the guards in the knee, saying that he had been looking at her funny the whole time. Rock and Anita seriously doubted this, but they said nothing as Rock drove to the shore, where Revy took three of the bags into her own room and held out her hand, demanding the 5,000 dollars. Anita nodded and paid Revy, who handed it to Dutch.
The crew moved all her stuff to the boat, and started taking off. Anita winced in discomfort as the salty ocean air blew in her face. Her scars had begun to heal over, but they were still fairly fresh. She had been told by the doctor that she should continue to wear gauze bandages during the day on her face, and keep an antibacterial on her face at night while she slept, let it air out, but not let it get infected. She was taking heavy duty antibacterial drugs.
She now had approximately 6 million dollars in her three duffel bags. Revy had also made off like a bandit in the night. Having split the profits in half with Anita, Revy now had 6 million dollars. She looked pretty damn happy about it, too. She didn't even seem to care anymore that Anita had threatened Rock. Anita retreated to the bottom deck to put new bandages on, and came back up, sighing in relief.
After two hours, they made it to Bangkok, where, upon making it into the harbor, Revy took out her guns.
"Leave the other three bags, bitch." Upon seeing Anita's shocked face, Revy laughed.
"Come on. You didn't really expect to be able to keep the money, did you? What work did you do? Barking orders like you owned the joint? Getting a pushover like Rock to help you drag the bags out to the car? You didn't do shit."
"But how will I survive?"
"Not my problem, bitch… Drop the three bags, and I'll let you leave with your brains still in your head. Otherwise… Well, you gotta decide the better option, don't you?"
"No. I'm not leaving the money. I need this money." Anita said, taking out a huge automatic rifle and aiming it at Revy.
Revy laughed, then went completely silent, moving around the boat behind Anita and pulling the trigger on her gun. Normally, Rock would protest, but there wasn't much point. Anita never would have survived anyway. All the money in the world wouldn't have kept her from getting robbed at knifepoint. She was blind and had no common sense for a city like Roanapur. Even Bangkok wouldn't be terribly friendly if she was carrying six million dollars in heavy duffel bags with no idea of where she was going.
It might have been the better option. Revy just did what Rock knew he could never have brought himself to do.
"Rock! Get your ass over here and help me dump this bitch in the harbor! Then take one of those bags! That's yours! You helped drag the money and drove the getaway car! Take your money!" She demanded. Rock nodded, taking the bag with two million dollars in it and bringing it down to his room.
He then came back up and picked up Anita's feet, taking her body to the side of the ship and dumping it with Revy, who seemed satisfied that Rock was finally realizing the kind of world he was in. It was true that he had shown a dark side of himself in the wake of Roberta's homicidal rage, a willingness to manipulate and control people to get his way. But by and large, that wasn't who rock was.
Still, she was glad that he seemed to be letting go of his slightly uptight nature in terms of committing atrocities in order to get money.
"You're getting better at this villain thing, Rock. I'm impressed. You didn't even complain that I capped that bitch." Revy said with a laugh.
"Well, it was the best thing for her, really. She wouldn't have survived the night in Bangkok." Rock said. "I'm not happy that she's dead. But she really had no place in Roanapur. What are we going to do with her kids?"
"Hadn't thought that far ahead. Dump 'em overboard with the body of their mother?" Revy asked, showing her typical callous sense of humor.
"No. They didn't do anything to deserve that. I'm sure that we could give them to an orphanage in Bangkok, or even in Roanapur." Rock said.
"They'd probably grow up to be villains like us if we gave them to someone in Roanapur. They'd grow up to be criminals, robbing people in the name of the orphanage owners, or mercenaries, assassins and thieves. Either way, they wouldn't get a normal life."
"I got a contact in Bangkok…" Dutch said, taking out his phone. "Asshole owes me a favor. Let's hope he hasn't skipped town yet." He said. "Yeah, Konrad… It's Dutch. I'm calling in that favor you owe me. Yeah, we're pulling into Bangkok right now. Meet me at the pier in fifteen minutes. Great." Dutch said, saying goodbye and hanging up. The Lagoon ship pulled into shore and the crew waited for the man to come.
"Hey! Konrad!"
"Dutch! It's been too long!" Konrad said in a heavy Polish accent. Maybe he had been a member of Hotel Moscow at one point. "What you want from me, old friend?" He asked.
"I need you to take these babies somewhere. Their mother was killed. It was unfortunate, but necessary."
"I see… Where I should take them?" He asked.
"Germany, France, England, doesn't really matter. They just don't belong here. Give whoever takes them this…" Dutch said, taking ten stacks of hundred dollar bills out of Revy's bag. Revy protested loudly, but Dutch gave the money to Konrad, sealing it in a bag and putting it in the babies' carriers.
"This big job. Cover all that I owe you and will owe you in future."
"Well, we'll see. It is a big job. We'll call any current debts covered, and say we owe you a favor in the future." Dutch said with a grin.
"You have mind like fox and tongue like snake. You drive hard bargain. I take, though." Konrad said, taking the babies and walking away. It was true. The children didn't belong in Roanapur. He knew some people that would take the babies and turn them into top rate assassins or mercenaries.
He was a member of an organization that paid off orphanages for their silence and took young children and raised them in the life of a soldier. If they knew nothing else, they would never want anything else. This project had been going on for a long time, and recently, they had brought in pregnant women who didn't want their children into the equation. They paid the women for their children, and genetically modified them in the womb to develop superior abilities in the children.
This part of the project had only been going on for fifteen years, but the children were already displaying impressive abilities, the ability to keep going for days without sleep or food, enhanced strength and endurance, enhanced senses and reflexes. Their abilities, the trainers could tell, would not be far above peak-human level, but enough that they could easily win a fight against a peak-human level person.
If they continued to succeed as well as they had bee, they were already making contracts with China and other powerful nations to sell them some of their supersoldiers. Some of the children who had been with the Genesis Project from the beginning were displaying the ability to lift as much as 1,000 pounds. Their bones were dense enough that they didn't break their limbs, and they could punch through medium brick walls. One with peak-human condition could punch through a thin brick wall.
These supersoldiers were displaying an ability that was even a bit frightening to their trainers. They were capable of mastering dozens of styles of martial arts in relatively short periods of time, moving at upwards of 50 mph, hearing things so quiet that no human should be capable of hearing them. Their abilities were becoming stronger by the day. And they were even beginning to work on further enhancement of children who were born before going into the project.
These babies would be perfect candidates. They were healthy and after some medical tests, they would likely be cleared for the enhancements. Already, five children survived the enhancements and were beginning to show their new abilities. People sometimes called it magic. But it was far from magical. It was the triumph of science over human limitation. Konrad smirked, rocking the children gently as he disappeared into the distance.
