ThatGuy is back! Sorry I took so long posting this chapter, my internet was down for a while. Just an FYI, ill be taking a week-long hiatus, as my family is coming to town. but ill be ure to post another chapter up the day they leave. As always, Review, follow, favorite, and Pm me with any suggestions or questions! I love hearing from you guys! Enjoy the chapter! - Thatguyisaight
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Rock awoke yelling, sweat streaming down his face. He tried to get up, but something was on top of him. He looked down as a look of fear shot through his body for a second, followed by a sense of calm. "It was only that dream again, thank god I didnt wake her." He said to himself, looking at the red-haired girl sleeping on his chest. "Guess we moved around a bit." He chuckled to himself. He laid back down, putting his good hand behind his head, and Revy unconsciously snuggled closer to him, laying a hand on his injured shoulder. He smiled and looked around, seeing the pack of cigarettes within arms reach on the floor. As he manuevered himself to grab the pack, he felt something warm on his side. He looked over and blushed a deep red. Revy's loose tank top had rolled up slightly, removing the thin barrier between heir chests. 'I should wake her... but what would I say?' He thought, deciding to try and pull it back down without waking her. He reached slowly, moving as delicately as possible. As his hand touched the fabric, her hand shot up and grabbed it. He jumped back and managed to pull both of them off the bed.
Rock started breathing heavily, his hands on either side of her emotionless face, his leg between hers. His face turned an even deeper shade of red, his eyes glancing down to see revy's uncovered chest. "S-sorry Revy. I was trying to-" He stopped as Revy's face turned red. She smiled and leaned up, inches from his face. "Don't worry Rocky baby, I've had worse wake up calls" She said, grinning a mischievous smile. For reasons unknown to Rock, he began to slowly lean into her, until their lips were mere inches away. Revy turned a crimson shade of red, her mind racing. 'Whats he doing? is trying to kiss me? what should i do? And why do I... I kind of want to?' Rocks eyes grew wide as Revy closed the last few inches, planting a soft kiss on his lips.
Neither of them moved, each holding, almost desperatly, onto the faint show of affection. Finally Revy pulled back, her face red and disappointed. "Sorry about that, don't know what the fuck I was thinking." Rock sat up, his eyes still wide and confused, watching Revy as she fixed her top and raced out of the room.
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Revy slammed the door closed in her room, yelling various obscenities in the air. Eventually she calmed down and lit up a cigarette, laying on her bed and staring at the ceiling. "What the fuck was I thinking? That was fucking stupid, Goddamn it. You shoulda known rebecca, shoulda known he'd never be interested in a street rat like you. He'll never save you, your nothing to him." She sighed, blowing smoke from toward the ceiling.
She grabbed a bottle of Bacardi she had under her bed and downed about half of it in one go. "Look at you, drinking at the crack of dawn. The fuck is wrong with you." She sighed as she began to feel the buzz of alcohol in the back of her head. Revy stood up, putting out the cigarette and walking out the door and to the bathroom. She stopped before she closed the door, turning around to see Rock slumped in a chair in the main room, his back to her, smoke rising from the front of him. She shook her head, closed the door, and turned on the shower. She took another swig of the bottle, then the mirror caught her attention.
Revy stared at her reflection, studying herself and her face. 'its not over, just dont give up hope.' the reflection seemed to say. "shut the fuck up."
She turned away as steam covered the mirror and hopped in the shower, letting the water flow over her. She looked down and saw the scar on her leg, where the katana had imbedded itself in japan. 'You're fucking pathetic.' She thought to herself. Eventually the water began to get colder, and she stepped out, drying herself and turning off the shower.
Once in her room, she changed into her usual attire, and was tossing her pistols in her holster when she stopped. A low chopping noise vibrated the air, causing her to finish up and quickly walk outside. Rock hadnt moved from when she last saw him, not even looking up as she walked out the front door. The noise was slowly building in volume, but the alcohol coursing through her body kept her from remembering the sound. She looked around scanning the horizon, looking for the source. As she looked toward the rising sun, squinting, she saw it.
A large transport chopper was flying toward the house, slowly turning to reveal the circular barrel of a Minigun on the side. Her eyes grew wide and she turned to run inside. "Rock! Get down!" She yelled, tackling him out of the chair and onto the floor. As soon as they hit the ground bullets began tearing through the armor-plated walls, accompanied by the loud buzzing of the minigun. Windows and bottles of booze shattered as bullets tore through the house, sending broken glass flying through the air. Revy was on top of Rock, forming a human shield over his body. "What the hell is going on?" he yelled, covering his ears and squeezing his eyes shut. Revy didnt say anything, her adrenaline putting her in combat mode. The firing stopped and a low growl escaped Revy's lips. She slowly got up, drawing both her pistols. Rock sat up, staring at her with fearful look in his eyes. "What the hell was that?" Revy shot him a quick glare. "just shut up and stay down. We got company."
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Balalaika sat in her office, a cigar burning between her fingers. Her eyes were half closed, and she was leaning back in her leather chair. She despised mornings like these, sleep fogging her mind. The hangover didn't help much either. A knock on the door woke her from her daze, and she turned her chair toward the door. "You can come in."
The door opened to reveal her second in command, a large man with a scar crossing his face. He displayed a small smile as he handed a cup of coffee to her. "Good morning Kapitan. It seems we received a wake up call from the lagoon company today ma'am." Balalaika smiled, things always became interesting when Dutch was involved, and she could use some excitement. "Well lets see what they want, shall we?" She picked up the phone and dialed in. It rang a few times before Dutch picked up.
"Balalaika?"
"Good morning Dutch, how have you been? Its been a while since we've had a good chat."
"Well I've been a lot fucking better. Our building was assaulted by the same guys from the last job you had us do. But on another note, I may have found something you might want."
"Well thats a shame, I hope everyone made it out alright. So what have you gotten for me dutch?" There was a short paise before he responded.
"Information."
Balalaika's eyebrow raised, he had piqued her interest. "What kind of information?"
"Info that could save you and your comrades a lot of heartache and gunfire, but before I give it to you, I need a favor."
Balalaika took a long drag from her cigar, blowing the smoke away from the receiver, an inquisitive smile etched on her lips. "I'm listening."
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Revy peeked through the destroyed window, trying to spot the chopper. She noticed it toward the front of the house, hovering about twenty feet from the ground. Ropes dropped from the sides, and soldiers began to slide down, taking firing positions as they hit the ground.
They wore full black uniforms, sporting plate carriers and chest rigs. Each one of them wore a full cover gas mask, all marked with skulls, crosses, and other symbols. The morning light glinted off the barrels of the STEYR AUGS they carried, lasers from next to the barrels scanning over the surrounding area. The last man down wore wore a black boonie cap, covered in wolves teeth. A cigar trailed smoke from him mouth. A Spectre M4 hung on his chest, and a CZ-75 was strapped to his hip. "Fucking hell," Revy growled as she watched the troops land. "These fuckers mean business."
The man with the boonie hat pulled the cigar out, yelling commands, though Revy couldnt hear them over the sound of the chopper. The men soon disappeared on either side of the house. "Alright Rock, the only way in here is the front entrance, so just stay behind me and you'll be just fine." She said, kicking over the table in the center of the room for cover. As soon as they both crouched behind it, smoke billowed from the doorway, soon followed by lasers dancing on the opposite wall. Revy smiled, her nostrils flaring, grasping at the anticipated smell of blood and gunpowder. Two of the soldiers appeared from the smoke on either side of the table, and revy extended both arms, firing and dropping them both. "Welcome to the party motherfuckers!" She yelled, standing up and firing into the smoke. Automatic gunfire soon erupted from the door, causing her to drop back behind the table. A bullet tore through the table, missing Rock's head by inches.
"Holy shit!" he yelled, followed by Revy leaning to the side and firing into the doorframe. A muffled yell was heard and she laughed. "These fuckers don't know what they got themselves into!" Rock looked up at her fearfully. "Hey Revy, is it just me or are they not trying to advance?" She turned to yell at him, but an explosion behind from the kitchen caught her attention. Dirt and debris billowed from the door, followed quickly by automatic fire.
"Shit! They breached the wall!" Revy yelled, pressing against the table, making herself as small a target as possible. "We gotta get outta here... Rock! Move the rug outta the way!" Rock nodded, obviously confused, pulling away the rug to reveal a trap door built into the floor. He smiled, pulling open the door to reveal a ladder rising up from the darkness. "Great! Lets get outta here!" Rock said, turning to face her. She smiled. "Rock, you go down there, I can beat these motherfuckers if I don't have to keep your dumbass from getting shot." Rock looked suprised, hesitating as Revy stood up for a second, firing into the kitchen and front door. As she dropped back down, she saw Rock hadn't moved. "Rock! Fucking go already! You got five seconds before I kick y-" She was stopped by Rock grabbing the sides of her face and crashing their lips together. Her heart skipped a beat as he pulled away from her, smiling. "Revy, don't you die on me." She smiled, blushing slightly and ignoring the bullets flying around her for a second. "Just get the fuck outta here or I'll shoot you myself. see you soon Rocky baby." He smiled once more and headed down the ladder into the darkness.
she grinned fiendishly, a fire burning inside that she had never felt before. "Alright motherfuckers! You ready to dance?" she yelled, sliding to her left and charging into the kitchen. Bullets tore into the soldiers on both sides of the doorframe, their rifles sending small random bursts as their bodies flexed involuntarily.
"Thats right fuckers, jump the Dead mans jig!" She screamed, laughing maniacally and kicking one if the men in the head, cracking the lenses in his gas mask. One of her pistols emptied, and she dropped the mag, slid another in, and racked it with her mouth. Her laughing echoed through the building, but the enemy was trained well, and the display of savage bloodlust phased no one.
Her lips felt hot, remembering the taste of Rocks against them. She licked them, savoring the taste, firing into two more hostiles who walked through the hole in the wall. 'he does feel the same way! but is it just his amnesic side? What if... he changes his mind when his memory returns?' She thought, her mind becoming troubled. As her mind began filling with doubt, she began focusing less on what was around her, training her eyes on the breached wall. Another soldier popped through and was gunned down, but she didn't notice the man next to her, the butt of his rifle raised. The whistle of the air alerted her, and she barely had enough time to dodge a knockout blow, the butt instead smashing into her shoulder with a crunch. She screamed, one of her cutlasses dropping from her hand, the other coming up and putting three rounds in the man. He dropped, and Revy's eyes grew wide. Soldiers were jumping into the trap door, on after the other. She saw two drop down before she could stop them. One more jumped in as she fired rounds toward them, forcing the others to retreat. "You fuckers aren't going to lay a finger on him!" She yelled, fear and worry in her eyes. Revy ran towards the trap door, but stopped as another butt stock hit her in the side. Her attacker stepped away from the door frame, putting his rifle barrel to her skull. The man in the boonie hat walked in, blowing cigar smoke into the air. His rough voice assaulted her ears as he spoke. "Well well well, it looks like we caught one of our targets. Now we just have to follow the other down into the rabbit hole. Kill her, we only need the Japanese man." With that he jumped down the hole, followed by three other soldiers. Her eyes scanned the area, seeing four more enemies remaining as security, plus the man holding the rifle against her head. He put a boot on her back, pushing the barrel to move her head to the side. His tinted gas mask lenses did little to hide his eyes as he flipped the safety off, the unwavering and uncaring eyes of a soldier. Revy closed hers, waiting for the end. For some reason she wasnt afraid for herself, only Rock. "I'm sorry rocky baby."
A machine gun opened fire, and she opened her eyes. 'That was a Kalashnikov!' the barrel against her head wavered, then fell away as more AK fire erupted. She looked up to see men in Russian uniforms pouring through the doors, gunning down the remaining enemies. She struggled to get up, yelling. "Watch it, there's a chopper outside!" None of them responded, she was only answered by a loud explosion from outside. "Well that takes care of that I guess... Hey! some of those fuckers went down there!" She said to the nearest Russian, pointing to the trap door. The man nodded and spoke to the men in the room, his native tongue intimidating and guttural. Revy watched the Russian troops start moving down the trap door, but jumped as a hand lightly clasped her shoulder. She turned around to see Ms. Balalaika looking over the operations of her men, wearing her blue beret and military jacket. For some reason tears built up in Revy's eyes, and she couldn't stop them from pouring down. Balalaika looked down quizzically, examining the tears on the gunslinger's face. Revy could only whisper. "Please... Save him."
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Rock stopped to catch his breath, grasping at his shoulder as he slumped against the wall. "This tunnel is long as hell." He groaned, panting. Suddenly a noise caught his attention, footsteps moving quickly from the way he came. More than one set of footsteps. "Shit!" He whispered, pushing himself up and running down the passage again. As he ran, he began to hear the sound of breathing through gas masks, and the clink of metal on metal. They were getting closer. "Where the hell is the end of this anyway?" Suddenly the sound of gunfire echoed down the hall, followed by voices, speaking in a language rock didn't recognize. Rock kept running, fearing the worst.
A wave of relief washed over him when he saw a dim light ahead of him, bursting open the rotted wooden door to reveal a forgotten graveyard. He quickly looked for somewhere to hide, and decided to jump behind a decaying yet largely intact mausoleum. The unknown voices soon reached the surface, and the sound of footsteps on the dry and cracked earth could be heard spreading out. "Well Rock, how are you gunna get out of this one?" He muttered to himself, trying to hold his breath as one of the voices drew nearer. 'This is bad, bad, bad! they're gunna find me!' He thought, his heart and mind racing. He froze as a familiar voice called out to him.
"Rock! where are you?"
He slowly moved to the corner of his hiding place, looking around the corner. Revy was limping out of the door, helped by a large Russian man with a scar across his face. He breathed a sigh of relief, recognizing the Russian second-in-command. He stood up and walked out into the open. Revy noticed the movement, and smiled as their eyes locked. Rock lit up a cigarette as he walked over, pulling another out and handing it to the injured red haired girl in front of him. She took it, placing it in her mouth and looking expectantly at him. He smiled, holding out his lighter.
"Why waste the fuel?" She said, leaning in and touching the cigarette ends together, igniting hers with a slow inhale. "You ok partner?"
He blew smoke into the air, watching the soldiers move back to the entrance to the tunnel. "Y'know what Revy? I think we'll be just fine."
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The man in the boonie hat groaned as he tried to move, but the bullets he took in the back had severed his spine, paralyzing him from the waist down. "Those f-fucking Russians!" He growled as he crawled to the body of his radio operator. He keyed it once, and it responded normally. "Thank god this piece of shit still works." He switched frequency to his emergency line, gasping out his security code. Blood began to trickle from his mouth and his vision began to darken when he heard a response. "L-left-tenant sir... The those damn Ivans counter attacked us. We were wiped out. T-they may know our plans, you need to accelerate the schedule...now." he heard a series of clicks, indicating that they received the information.
He froze as something cold pressed up against his neck. A female Russian voice spoke clearly from behind him. "It seems your time has run out, coyote. I'll be sure to send condolences to your employers." The man turned to see balalaika on a knee, pressing a Tokarev pistol to his neck. "You Ivan bi-" He was silenced by the gunshot echoing through the passage. Balalaika smiled, picking up the radio. "Left-Tenant, I don't know why you're back in Roanapur, but I will make sure you regret meddling in the affairs of Hotel Moscow."