9

Rock is very familiar with the sound of full automatic gunfire; as soon as he heard the unmistakable pack-pack-pack sound from the distance, he hit the deck of Black Lagoon literally. Supersonic slugs whizzed past the PT boat, some clang as they hit steel and armor plate.

Revy and Dutch took cover as more rounds zing over their heads. They could clearly see a single Boston Whaler boat chasing the Lagoon at 40 knots. Revy took a pair of binoculars and spotted the female CIA agent standing on the deck of the speedboat and firing her rifle at them.

"I'm getting tired of that bitch," Revy muttered as she crawled below deck. Dutch also crawled towards the pilot house.

The Boston Whaler is being tossed by the rough seas but Mikasa is not sitting down. Franz powered the boat into a tight turn as the Black Lagoon banked hard on the left. Mikasa raised her SCAR-H rifle and fired at the Lagoon until she emptied her magazine. Samuel also fired his M14 in rapid semi-auto, smacking heavy .308 caliber rounds on the World War II boat.

As Mikasa dropped her empty mag, bullets sang past her head. She instinctly ducked as Franz steered the boat away from the gunfire. Thomas raised his M4A1 and fired a quick burst.

On the stern, Revy awkwardly aim her Heckler and Koch HK416 carbine at the Boston Whaler with one hand and tripped the trigger. The recoil nearly sent the rifle flying from her hand. Revy cursed as she tried to use her injured left hand to support the gun. Her dislocated shoulder protested, coursing pain signals all over her body. It was no use. She used the Lagoon's rail as an improvised bench rest and fired until the magazine was dry.

"Revy!" Rock yelled, passing a fully-loaded HK416 at the Amazon, knowing Revy couldn't reload her rifle with one hand.

Revy passed the empty carbine to Rock as she took the fresh one. Rock quickly reloaded the HK416 with a 30-round STANAG magazine.

Dutch reached the pilot house as Benny struggles to control the Black Lagoon. "I'll drive," Dutch said, taking the wheel. He increased the power of the three diesel engines and they roared like a wild beast. He banked the wheel hard to the right as the Lagoon did a wide arc, heading straight to the shoreline directly into the busy Roanapur harbor. Huge ships are sailing in and out of the harbor, the Lagoon's small size looked puny compared to these naval behemoths.

Benny's stomach tightens as Dutch cut in front of a huge tanker. He then passes behind a tugboat with only a few feet to spare. The tugboat crew cursed as they were sprayed with seawater from the Lagoon's wake.

"Holy shit!" Franz exclaimed as the Lagoon disappeared around the black hulls of the huge ships. "These fuckers are lunatics!"

The Lagoon passed the ship way unscathed, the Whaler following a hundred feet behind. "Dammit, they're getting away! Get us closer, Franz!" Mikasa ordered.

"We don't have enough power, boss," Franz replied.

"Punch it! Full power!"

The engine of the boat protested but it pushed the Whaler closer and closer to the Lagoon.

Dutch saw the CIA boat getting closer on the rearview mirror. He banked the boat again, this time the ship headed towards the busy Roanapur fishermen village. Shacks made of wood and tin littered the sea, standing above water on stilts. Some shanties are built on floating platforms made of old boats, timber and Styrofoam.

"No, Dutch!" Benny exclaimed when he realized what Dutch is planning to do.

But the black badass is determined. He applied more power on the three engines and they pushed the Lagoon past 50 knots. The PT boat headed straight into the water shanties.

Some fishermen saw the danger approaching and quickly jumped into the water. The bow of the Lagoon sliced the first shanty like a knife through butter. The boat went through several more houses, demolishing them in a shower of debris. LPG tanks detonated, adding spectacular fireworks to the orgy of destruction.

The Titan team ducked as debris flew above their open cockpit. A sheet of tin roofing smashed on the deck of the Whaler as more debris rained down on them.

The Black Lagoon went through another water shack, explosions after explosions obliterated the village like a Michael Bay movie. Exchange of gunfire continued from both sides as the Titan team continued chasing the Black Lagoon and its obviously insane pilot.

Bullets entered the pilothouse, sending Dutch on the deck. "Goddamnit, Revy," he yelled. "Take those sons of bitches down!"

Revy didn't answer but she kept on firing her carbine at the CIA boat. "I need a bigger gun, Rock!" she shouted. "Get me the punt gun!"

Rock disappeared under the deck and returned a few seconds later, clutching a humongous rifle. It was a custom sniper rifle made by Revy's favorite gunsmith. The giant single-shot weapon, lovingly called the punt gun, fires a massive 30mm round, double the diameter of a Barrett .50 caliber rifle. The gun is equipped with a Leupold scope and a large muzzlebrake to tame the massive recoil of the cartridge it fires. The only problem is this awesome weapon could only be fired one at a time because of the massive pressure on the barrel and bolt.

But if she could aim right, Revy would only need one shot.

Trouble is, Revy couldn't aim right because of her injury. "I need your help, Rocky," she said. "We can do this."

Rock nodded as he braced the punt gun on the railing. Revy dropped on her belly as she grabbed the handle of the rifle and braced the huge stock on her shoulder. Rock pushed hard on her back and held the stock of the punt gun. Revy sighted the target on the scope. She didn't need to adjust it, the distance is perfect. She just laid the crosshairs on the Whaler.

Suddenly, the CIA woman stood up. Her face filled the crosshairs. It was a perfect shot, all Revy had to do is to pull the trigger and goodbye Miss CIA. She have seen what a 30mm round could do to watermelons from a distance of three kilometers, at this distance the agent's head would be instantly reduced to vapor.

"Goodbye, bitch," Revy whispered as she applied pressure on the heavy trigger…

…but then she stopped. For some inexplicable reason, she couldn't find the will to kill the woman.

Revy shifted her aim and placed the crosshair on the rear of the Boston Whaler. She tripped the trigger. The whole boat shook as the massive rifle fired, the noise and the muzzle flash is just incredible. Pain racked Revy's body but Rock shouldered the bulk of the recoil, saving her from more bodily harm. The barrel of the punt gun fell on the deck with a clang, ripped apart by its massive slug.

The Whaler shook violently as the 30mm 1000-grain projectile hit home. The engine belched smoke and suddenly died. Mikasa turned and then she saw a huge hole in the engine compartment. She opened the access panel, amazed to see a hole the size of a tangerine in the solid engine block.

Their boat stopped dead in the water as the Black Lagoon sped away. Franz shook his head. "It's dead, boss," he whispered.

"Let it go, boss," Samuel comforted Mikasa. "There will be another time."

It didn't ease the rage inside Mikasa. She punched the fiberglass panel of the boat, driving her fist inside. "Damn you, Revy Two Hands!" she cursed. "Damn you to hell!"