Hey! You! its ThatGuy again, bringing in the third chapter to my first story. So happy for the views ive been getting from all of you! id like to apologize in advance for such short chapters, but as ive said before, written on a phone. As always, Please don't hesitate to Post reviews, criticism, or suggestions! Thanks for Reading! PS. I Don't own Black lagoon or any characters in this story, except OCs. Enjoy!-Thatguyisaight
Smoke trailed off the cigarette hanging from his mouth. Rain dripped from the green boonie hat obscuring his face from the world. A man in a green and black military uniform walked up the alleyway behind him. "Left-tenant, bravo and delta squads have been posted up at all the rear entrance and garage. Charlie has taken up overwatch at the main doors. We're all ready to go."
The left-tenant dropped his cigarette and grabbed the AIMS 74 leaning against the alley wall next to him. (Romanian variant of the Kalashnikov AK47) "Thank you staff sergeant. Begin the operation. Suppressors on."
The staff sergeant saluted by throwing a fist over the emblem on his shoulder, a small red circle with a skeletal dragon in flight. "As you command."
(in the hospital)
The woman didn't respond to Rocks voice. He noticed her breathing became slow and rhythmic. 'She's sleeping I guess.' he thought, 'But how do i know her name? I dont even know mine!' In a few minutes he had regained most of his cognitive functions. Slowly and clumsily, Rock moved his arms to lean himself up to a sitting position, lightly moving the girls head from his chest. She hardly noticed in her drunken stupor. Pain shot through his arm as he placed his left hand down for support. "Fuck!" He couldnt help but shout as he grasped at it, falling onto his back again. His heart rate quickened when he noticed something... different about it. 'Im missing fingers! The fuck happened!'
He groaned again and pushed himself up using his other arm. A heavy pain throbbed in his shoulder, But he pushed past it, grunting as he sat back up. He couldnt help but stare at the strange woman curled up next to him. 'How did i know her name? And why cant i help but feel... anxious around her?' He pulled himself from looking at her to examine the room around him. Various pieces of machinery hummed a beeped quietly around him, and wires extended in a wide array. He followed the wires and realized they were all hooked up to him. Without thinking he started pulling them off his body, which resulted with a loud flatline sound from a machine next to his head. "Fuck!" he shouted, reaching over to try and turn it off. After smacking a few buttons he finally stopped the noise, then looked to see if he had woken the girl. "Damn, she didnt even notice." rock thought out loud, when suddenly something came over him. 'Damn, i gotta piss!'
He pulled his legs up and over the girl, planting them firmly on the ground, His right hand grabbing the edge of the bed. Rock looked around and saw another door in the room with a picture of a toilet inside. He smiled and started walking, only to feel a pull on, or rather in, his arm. Looking over, he noticed an IV stand with a bag of water and blood hanging from it. Tubes of the liquids were attached to a needle in his arm.
As he reached to pull out the needle, he lost balance, stumbling to the machine. Rock managed to grab onto it before hitting the floor, another wave of pain shooting through his left hand. Using the stand as a crutch, he made it to the bathroom and did his business. he groaned as he moved over to the sink, splashing water in his face. The cold water seemed to sooth him looked up and almost fell as he saw his reflection in the mirror.
A ghost looked back at him though the glass, looking more like a cadaver than a living person. Its skin was pale and taut against his skeleton, and its boney fingers desperately clung to the IV stand next to it, holding its pale frame from collapsing. its bloody trousers looked beaten and ragged, and the bandages covering its shoulder and hand looked bloody and torn. 'Is this what i look like?' he thought, horrified. 'Im more of a zombie than a human.'
Slowly he shuffled back into the room, and his eyes once again fell on the girl. He couldnt help but look at her soft features and shapely body, especially considering what she was wearing left little to the imagination. His eyes stopped and a wave of fear shot through his being as he noticed the two pistols under her arms. 'Is she the reason im here? Why does she have guns?' he thought, frantically looking around again. 'I better get outta here before she wakes up.'
Rock stumbled out the door and into to a large hallway, dimly lit by fluorescent lights. Looking around, he noticed an exit sign at the far end. 'A way out! Great!' Rock started walking over to the door, his strength returning with each step.
BOOM!
An explosion shook the building, knocking him down next to a bed in the hallway, the needle tearing from his arm. He grasped the hole it came from, gritting his teeth. suddenly voices could be heard, and he crawled behind behind the bed.
"The hell was that?"
"I dont know, go check the lower floors!"
"Doctor! the elevators wont respond!"
"Then take the stairwell, and hur-excuse me sir! your not supposed to be AHHH!"
Suppressed gunfire and a soft thud echoed through the hall. 'What the fuck is going on! You have to get out of here Rock!' Rock's mind screamed at him, but for some reason he couldnt move. More suppressed gunfire could be heard, more thuds. He looked toward the exit, so close yet so far away. fear gripped his body, paralyzing him. The exit opened and a group of armed men marched in, immediately kicking in the door to each room and firing on their occupants. 'Holy shit! Why are they doing this! They're killing everyone!'
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Revy groggily opened her eyes as the sound of a door splintering could be heard next door. "The fuck?" Muffled gunfire snapped her back to reality. Her pistols were already drawn and she was crouching on the empty bed. 'Empty?' she thought, then it hit her, 'Wait, where the fuck is Rock?' Her trail of thought was cut off by the door swinging open, Revealing a masked man in a military uniform, his rifle raising to the bed. Revy's pistols were faster, dropping the man immediately. With one fluid movement she was at the door, assessing the situation. "You fuckers picked the wrong day to fuck with me." She growled, walking into the hallway and firing down both ways.
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Rock tried to stop shaking as he saw military boots walk down the hallway, inches from his hiding place. They suddenly turned and the man took a knee as a loud retort echoed from down the hall. The man opened fire and hot shells jumped under the bed, burning rock as they landed on his arms and chest. It was all he could do to keep from yelling.
The loud firing could be heard again, and the man next to him fell backward, blood trickling from his skull. As rock looked on in horror, a dizziness overtook him and he blacked out.
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"Die fuckers!" Revy yelled, an evil glint in her eyes. Nothing sobered her up more than a good gunfight. She dropped to a crouch as a man toward the exit started firing at her, instincts took over, and she let her hands take control. Her right hand swung out and fired, dropping the man like a stone. Two more popped up to her left, and she spun to face them. They didnt even raise their rifles before Revy's cutlasses claimed two more victims. Another opened fire from the stairwell behind her, and without looking she moved her hands behind her head, emptying her mags toward the doorway. A thud sounded as the man fell, making revy chuckle to herself. She'd always wanted to have a shootout in a hospital.
She looked around, searching for more targets, but no one else moved. As she walked over to the stairwell, she heard a radio crackle to life on one of the dead men.
"ZZZZzzz... This is bravo squad! First floor is clear! All targets eliminated, Whats your status Delta?...ZZZzzz... Delta do you read?..." Revy crouched next to the body, pressing the radio with her cutlass. "Im afraid Delta wont be joining you anytime soon. the little piggies ran into a big bad wolf, and you know what? Shes still hungry." Revy couldnt keep herself from laughing before firing into radio, destroying it and putting another hole in the corpse. She practically skipped over to the stairwell, the smell of blood and death filling her nose.
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Rock shook his head as he regained consciousness. He quickly froze, remembering where he was. He strained his ears, trying to find out what was happening. A deathly silence filled the hall. As he crawled out from behind the bed, he noticed the dead soldier next to him. Rock lurched forward, dry heaving. He wouldve thrown up if anything was in his stomach. Blood pooled around his skull, trickling down from his forehead. Another pool formed around his chest, where a round tore through his radio and ribcage. "What the fuck happened? Who are these people?" He noticed something on the man, toward his leg. A Glock was strapped into a green holster. Almost without thinking he pulled the pistol from its resting place. As rock held it, something almost felt... wrong. He didnt like the feel of it, the weight of life and death in his hands. He almost placed it on the ground when more gunfire echoed from the stairwell behind him. He ducked and aimed the pistol down the hall. 'ill get killed if i stay here, i gotta leave!'
His legs started shaking as he made his way into the stairwell, almost vomiting again as he stepped over the corpse in the doorway. At the bottom of the stairs he found a door out of the building. "Oh thank god" he said, reaching for the knob. He froze when he heard voices on the other side.
"Delta has been taken out, we have to make sure nobody gets out this door." Rock had to think fast, deciding to head through the other door and into another dimly lit hallway. His steps slowed as he came upon more bodies, both civilians and the military attackers. Rock's whole body was shaking, his breathing was heavy, and his good hand was clenching the pistol for dear life. The hallway made a right turn about 30 feet away, and as Rock approached it, two flashes of light flickered around the corner. Followed by laughing. Rock's mind was racing.'This is the only way out! But someone is over there! Maybe they are focusing the other way, and you can use that pistol in your hands.'
Rock swallowed and ran up to the corner, pressing himself against the corner. With one deep breath he swung out, his right hand shaking as the pistol raised toward the gunman in the hall. He gasped.
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Revy was laughing hysterically, firing down the hallway, the soldiers slowly retreating or falling before her onslaught. "Run away little piggies!" she yelled, dropping another soldier trying to run for cover. One of her cutlasses emptied and she reloaded in seconds, holding the gun in her teeth as she grabbed a new mag and slapped it in, racking it with her mouth. Two more went down, trying to return fire. Suddenly she sensed a presence behind her. In one swift movement she turned sideways, one pistol pointed in either direction. Her laughing was cut short as she turned her head, the bloodlust draining from her person, being replaced with fear and worry. her cutlass was pointed straight at a terrified rock. he had a gun held up with one hand, the barrel shaking to much to aim.
"rock, you okay?" she said, worry in her voice. he took a step back, his eyes wide. "g-get away from me. i-ill shoot!" His voice cracked, and his back hit the wall behind him. She lowered her gun, taking a step forward. "rock, dont you know who i am?"
"No! Why the hell would I! I dont know and Murderers! You killed all those guys!"
'Dammit Rock, whats going on in that head of yours?' Revy thought before speaking. "Rock, put down the gun, im not going to hurt you."
One of the soldiers popped up to fire, but revy automatically raised her pistol, putting a round in his skull.
'dammit, i forgot about them!' she thought.
Rock's hand tightened around the pistol, its shaking stopping slightly. "Get the fuck away from me!" he shouted.
"Rock, whats going on with you?" she said, hurt and confused.
Without warning, he pulled the trigger, pulling off to the right. He dropped the pistol and ran back down the hallway. "Dammit rock!" Revy yelled, ducking as the gun went off. Another radio crackled to life on a body next to her. "ZZZzzz... all units, this if left-tenant Blair, pull out, this operation is terminated. i repeat, pull out!" Revy sighed, at least these guys arent a problem anymore.
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Rock sprinted to the stairwell, flinging open the door outside. He had to get out, he had to get as far from here as possible. There was nobody in the alley, much to his relief. 'They must moved on.' he thought, sprinting to the road at the other end. The street was deserted, nothing moved. "Hello?" he shouted, only hearing his muffled echo in the rain. suddenly he heard is name called from the alley. 'Fuck! she's getting closer! Run man, Run!' his brain echoed in his mind.
Rock started running down the road, but soon fatigue caught up with him. He stopped to catch his breath at a lightpost, his good hand leaning on it. He was hunched over breathing heavily when he heard a vehicle. looking up, he saw a lone car speeding down the road. Rock ran into the street, waving his arms to get the vehicles attention.
The vehicle responded by slowing down and eventually stopping next to him. Rock sighed in relief.
Slowly the rear passenger window rolled down, smoke wafting out. Rock moved to look into the window. A beautiful woman in well maintained business attire sat inside, smoking a cigar. he almost jumped as she turned to face him. scars covered the left side of her face and most of her exposed neck and chest. to rocks suprise, she smiled at him.
"Rock! i didnt know you had recovered so soon. my my, look at you, a little worse for wear if i say so myself."
Rock was taken aback. "h-how do you know me?" he stuttered, taking a step back. The woman chuckled slightly. "Well well, this is interesting. I guess you could say we are... business associates. you know me as Ms. balalaika." She took another puff of her cigar, "It seems you are in a bit of a situation. Ill see what i can do to help you out. get in." She swung her door open and slid over in the seat. Rock was suprised. 'How do i keep running into people who know me? Hell, maybe she can shed some light on whats going on.' His train of thought was interuppted by the woman. "Well? Are you going to just stand there and catch a cold?" He realized he had been standing there staring for a few seconds. His face grew red and he clumsily bowed before getting in. "Thank you miss balalaika, your hospitality is greatly appreciated." She chuckled again at the gesture and watched him climb into the car, closing the door. She then turned to the driver. "sergeant, take us back to HQ, we have a guest who needs a place to stay." The man looked back and nodded. "at once Kapitan."
Rock leaned back, finally relaxing a bit as the car started to move. The need to sleep overtook him and his eyes slowly closed. Ms. balalaika looked over at the sleeping figure next to her, chuckling. "Dutch is going to have an interesting phone call tomorrow morning. Rock, what have you gotten yourself into this time?"
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Left-tenant Blair sat in a rusty fold out chair, amoking another cigarette. His troops had posted up in most of the windows of the room, and he eyed them all half intrestedly. He looked down as his radio crackled. "ZZZzzzz... Left-tenant, whats left of Bravo has check in. Delta was wiped out in the assault... zzzZZZ... Reports say the target was seen getting into a car about 2 blocks away. We have Charlie doing recon as we speak...ZZZzzzz" The left-tenant put his cigarette out on te wall next to him, grabbing the mic from the table next to him. "Tis is Left-tenant Blair, have recon keep as low a profile as possible. They are heading into russian territory, and we dont want to stir up that hornets nest just yet." There was a short pause before responce. "As you command."
The left-tenant reached over and turned the radio to another frequency, this time putting headphones on to keep the conversation private. "Zeta squadron, do you copy?" There was a long pause before he heard a responce. "ZZZzzz... This is Zeta Squadron, all explosives have been set. wiring is on scedule and should be completed in two days...zzzZZZ" The Left-tenant lit another cigarette, smirking as the smoke curled from the end of it. "Roger, Proceed with Operation:Titanfall as scheduled. Left-tenant Blair out." He switched off the radio before he could here a responce, he didnt need one. Smoke billowed around his face as he leaned back. Now all he had to do was wait.