Howdy y'all! its ThatGuy once again, climbing from the depths to bring you the next exciting chapter in this story! Everyone's favorite mystery mercenary corporation finally gets a name, and a backer that the lagoon company is all to familiar with. wanna find out? then read chapter 6!and don't forget to lemme know what you think with a review or PM! obviously I don't own Black lagoon or any characters used in the story... except for my OCs! enjoy and have a great day! -Thatguyisaight
(earlier that day, back at the Lagoon company building)
Dutch pulled into the parking spot in front of his company, Benny passed out in the co-pilot seat. He turned the key, shutting off the engine. A cigarette burned between his fingers as he stepped out and stretched. "Goddamn that's a long ride. We gotta get that suspension checked out soon Benny boy." Benny groaned as he awoke, rubbing his temples as he stepped out of the car. "Yeah, I don't know how I passed out on that ride, my neck hurts just thinking about it."
Dutch chuckled, walking over to the door and fumbling with his keys. He reached for the door, stopping as his hand grabbed the door knob. his other hand reached down to grab the magnum at his side. Benny noticed Dutch's stance and began looking around nervously. "What's going on Dutch?"
Dutch remained staring at the door, his hand slowly turning the knob. "The door's been unlocked. Hell, we might have some company." Benny stared up at the window to the main office, looking for any sign of movement. Dutch opened the door in a flash, his revolver pointed up the staircase. No movement. His hand didn't waver as he slowly walked up the steps, scanning for any signs of life. Benny slowly creeped the stairs up behind him. Dutch's hand checked each handle as he moved down the hallway, making sure they hadn't been opened or tampered with. The third door on the right stopped him, a slim ray of light coming through the partially open door. Benny opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced by Dutch's fist raising into the air. "There's someone in there" he said, in little more than a whisper.
He moved around the door, scanning the room through the small crack. Without a word, he stood up and kicked the door open, his pistol level and his eyes scanning under his sunglasses. Gunfire erupted from the far corner of the room, forcing Dutch to duck back behind the wall. "Shit, we got two assholes behind one of the couches." Dutch growled. Benny couldn't help but stare at the bullets flying through the doorway, smashing through the wall on the other side of hallway.
Dutch took a deep breath and spun into the door, firing a couple of rounds toward the intruders. "Fuck!" He shouted, ducking behind a couch next to the doorway. Bullets tore through the top, sending splinters and stuffing flying everywhere. Dutch crawled over the edge of the couch, looking at for the reflection of his assailants in the window. "You assholes picked the wrong day to shoot up my office." he growled, sliding out the side of the couch and firing three rounds, dropping both men.
He moved to crouch, scanning the rest of the room. Dutch lowered his revolver, seeing no immediate threats in the room. "It's all clear Benny, come in." Benny walked in, giving off a low whistle at the state of the place. "Damn, they really did a number here. Seems a little ill planned though." Dutch nodded in agreement, grabbing some more rounds from a shelf and reloading his revolver, and stuffing another reload in his pocket. He walked over to the two downed intruders, examining their gear and armaments. "they aren't common thugs, that's for sure. look more like some sort of paramilitary unit." Benny walked over to take a look. "Hell, they're certainly armed like one. maybe Russians?" Dutch shook his head, lighting up a cigarette. "nah, Balalaika doesn't have a bone to pick with us, and besides, their gear suggests a more European origin."
Two AIMS 74 rifles lay next to them, smoke trailing from the barrels. Dutch kicked the rifles away, and noticed one of the patches on their arms, a red circle with a skeletal dragon in flight. "Take a look at this Benny boy," He said, pulling the patch from the Velcro. "Look familiar at all?" Benny took the patch, looking at it. "well, I thought I saw something like this when Rock took a of the initial responders had something like this." Dutch nodded, "Yeah, that's what I was thinking, but to head all the way out here for revenge? Doesn't seem very smart. unless... they were after the shit Rock found on that-"
They were interrupted by something rolling through the open door behind them. "Fuck, get down!" Dutch shouted, covering his ears and dropping on top of the dead soldiers. Benny wasn't as lucky, taking a second to long to realize what was happening. The flashbang exploded, blinding him as a deafening ring echoed through his skull. He dropped to the ground clawing at his ears. "Fuck!" he shouted over and over, the flash bang doing its job on him. Dutch looked back up, firing into the door as more soldiers entered the room, dropping one before the rest could open fire.
the Lagoon crew's assailants began blind firing into the room, filling almost everything full of holes. Dutch grabbed the incapacitated Benny and pulled him on top of one of the bodies. bullets continued to fly as Dutch smacked him, looking at him with a steely gaze. "This situation has gone to shit, fast! We gotta get the the boat!"
Benny could only nod, the ringing in his ears blotting out any noise. Dutch sighed, realizing Benny couldn't hear anything. "Benny, at my signal, head to the dock!" He shouted, making a chopping motion and pointing to a door to the left of them. Benny nodded, his vision finally returning to him.
Dutch popped his pistol over the couch, blind firing at the door. He gave the signal, putting the remaining shots through the walls next to the door, hearing cries of pain as they retreated. Dutch grabbed his shotgun leaning against the wall as they booked it down the stairs. Benny nearly tripped as they reached the bottom, as gunfire began skittering from the top of the stairs. their attackers advancing upon them, covering each other as they rushed down the stairs after them. "Keep running Benny!" Dutch shouted, turning and firing his Remington towards the stairs, causing one of the soldiers to smash into the wall behind him, leaving a crimson stain as he slid down. Gunfire rom the left, catching Dutch's attention. "Dammit! Reinforcements!" He yelled, turning his shotgun on the new opponents. Benny was jumping into a hatch, having made it to the torpedo boat. he turned around, looking for his employer. "Dutch, c'mon!"
Dutch turned, hearing his friend's voice, only to take a bullet to the calf. "God damn it! That hurt you fuckers!" he nearly screamed, taking a knee and firing wildly at the slowly advancing enemy. He fired till all he heard was a metallic click, signaling his empty weapon. "fucking great, shoulda grabbed shells!" He dropped the shotgun and pulled out his revolver in one motion. He started to hobble backward, firing his last six shots. Three soldiers dropped to the ground, but the rest advanced, bounding from position to position. An anger ignited in Dutch, one he hadn't felt since his fighting in Vietnam. He stood up, pulling the trigger even after the shells in his pistol were empty, a blinding fire in his eyes. Another round barely missed his head, shattering his sunglasses as he retreated. The enemy realized they were no longer receiving fire and abandoned their cover. slowly they formed a half circle around him, rifles aimed at his chest. Dutch sighed "Well, looks like I'm fucked." he said indifferently, eyeing his soon-to-be executioners.
suddenly smoke billowed around Dutch, and he dropped to the ground as bullets flew to where he was standing a moment ago. "Dutch! come on, get over here!" he heard Benny yell from the boat behind him, priming another smoke grenade. Dutch started crawling toward the technician's voice, bullets skittering across the ground as footsteps approached. His attackers were almost upon him as Dutch reached the boat, clumsily climbing aboard. "Get us out of her Benny!" he yelled, holding onto the railing as the torpedo boat pulled a sharp turn away from the dock, a wall of water splashing over the weathered wood.
Dutch closed the hatch and slumped into the driver's seat, exhausted. Blood trickled from his calf, but he felt no pain, his adrenaline still numbing the wound. He looked behind him, seeing Benny frantically scrubbing blood from his clothes. "God dammit, this was my favorite shirt!" Dutch chuckled tiredly, looking back to the view port, seeing the edge of the Buddha statue disappear to the side. pain began to emanate from his leg as he lit a cigarette. "well, I lost my fucking company, thousands in weaponry, and took a round to the leg. this day couldn't get any fucking better."
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(around 11:30 pm, the occupied Lagoon crew building)
The Left-tenant looked around the bullet ridden room, his eyes following his soldiers carrying out body bags. "Staff sergeant! what information do you have on the target?" a man stood up from a small group debriefing, rendering a salute. "Left-tenant, two targets escaped in a torpedo boat, killing seven of our own. One was wounded before their escape." The left-tenant sighed, his hand rubbing his temple. 'Idiots, how do you lose with such one sided odds?' He looked up at the staff sergeant, "And what about the Japanese man?"
"The Japanese man and red-haired woman weren't among the targets here. Surveillance suggests they were dropped off somewhere outside the city." Anger flared into the eyes of the Left-tenant, causing the staff sergeant to take a nervous step back before speaking again. "We had a recon team keep track of them since they left this building, and have an approximate location of the other two." The left-tenant opened his mouth to speak when his cellphone rang. He reached into his pocket and opened the phone, bringing it to his ear. "Left-tenant Blair speaking." He said, walking into the hallway.
"blair... I need an update on the mission. im getting reports of gunfire from the docks, what the fuck are you doing out there?" the voice spoke through the small speakers. Blair shook his head. "My apologies sir, we were cleaning up a security breach we had a few days ago, but frankly, I don't think its any of your concern. you hired the Crimson Dragoon Corperation to start a war, Mr. Chang, and that's what we intend to do."
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(The safe house, 2:30 AM)
Rock opened his eyes, looking around a familiar blackness. "Another dream?" he thought aloud as images began to appear around him in the blackness. One seemed to catch his attention, appearing clearer than the others. He reached out to touch it, and a searing pain ripped though his skull. His eyes slammed shut, and the pain subsided. Rock opened them again, seeing he was standing on a sidewalk overlooking a large expanse of water with a shipping yard on the other side. As before, there was no sound, only the feeling of the cold salty air on his face. He noticed a commotion next to him, and turned to see to see Revy laying on the ground, a large Japanese man in a trench coat bearing down on her with a katana. He opened his mouth to yell, but the scene had ended before he could make a sound. Blood dripped from the man's throat, Revy's pistol pressed up against it. His sword was shoved clean through her leg, both his hands holding up his now dead weight.
revy smiled as blood dripped onto her face, muttering something to the dead man above her. The man fell and she dropped her gun, a wave of pain erupted from her leg causing her to grunt and moan as she grasped at the sword. "Revy... Revy!" Rock yelled, running to her and taking his tie off. he knelt down next to her, tying it tightly around her thigh as her chest silently rose and fell rapidly. her mouth moved, but all he could hear was his speeding heartbeat. He put a cloth against her leg, looking at the wound and grasping the hilt o the weapon. "Don't talk, This is gunna hurt."
Rock pressed the cloth against the wound and pulled the sword out of her leg, tossing it behind him. A spray of blood flew from the wound, slightly covering his face. Revy's head leaned back, her eyes wide and mouth open in a silent scream. Dear god, He thought, lifting her leg up and patching the wound. Why the hell is this happening? Rock managed to stop the bleeding and helped Revy to her feet, her arm around his shoulders for support.
Rock turned when he noticed something moving behind him, and turned to see a japanese schoolgirl walking over to the dead man, the katana in her hand. revy gabbed his arm and tried to pull him back the schoolgirl began to speak. her mouth moved in silence as she turned to look at him, blood dripping from the katana's blade. he couldn't turn his gaze away, even as the girl brought the katana to her neck. Suddenly Revy's voice broke the silence. "Don't look at her Rock! look at me!" she yelled, trying in vain to turn his eyes as the schoolgirl thrust the sword through her throat, blood bubbling from the wound as she fell to the ground. Jesus Christ... he thought, fighting the urge to vomit as Revy tugged his arm again, finally turning him to face her. Revy's eyes were filled with pain and sadness, and without speaking she wrapped her arms around him, holding his head into her shoulder. He couldnt help but let the tears flow from his eyes and he wrapped his arms around her as well. His entire body was shaking, and he closed his eyes, burying his face in her shoulder. He stayed there for what seemed like eternity, finally opening his eyes to see the image in front of him again, his arms empty. he looked around frantically, searching for her.
"Revy!"
A blinding light appeared to his right, seeming to beckon him. He turned and ran towards it, getting steadily closer until it seemed right in front of him. He reached out to grab it, and the light expanded, blinding him. He blinked, and was standing in the hospital hallway once again, Revy aiming one of her cutlasses at him. "Rock, I don't know what's going on in your head, but... thanks for remembering me." She said, a look of sadness on her face. A gunshot tore through his shoulder, causing him to scream out in pain. His hand clenched the pistol he held, pulling the trigger. light billowed from the barrel, blinding him once again.
Rock opened his eyes and slowly looked around. He was leaning against the wall on his bed, his damaged hand uncovered and laying on his lap. He looked down to see wet droplets all along his arm. He reached up and touched his face, feeling the tears covering his cheeks. Was that another one of my memories? Why... Why am i crying so much... God dammit... he wiped the tears from his face, and they were quickly replaced by new ones. Rock grabbed his hair, hunching over. He couldn't stop the tears, each sob shaking his body, the image of the schoolgirl killing herself repeating in his brain.
Revy appeared at the open door, a look of worry on her face. He looked up at her, tears pouring from his now red eyes. "Revy... I... Why is this world so fucking cruel!" He said, grabbing his head and looking down again. she walked over and sat down next to him, putting an arm over his shoulder without a word.
Next chapter should be up this weekend, but no promises. I'm having a little trouble deciding how this next one is going to pan out, so any suggestions would be appreciated. thanks for reading! and don't forget to review, follow and favorite!