Well I got this chapter out a lot faster than I thought I would. I really enjoyed writing this chapter, and I actually had most of it written the same night I put out chapter 2, if y'all can believe that. Anyway, here we go with chapter 3, hope y'all enjoy it.

Chapter 3

4:30 AM

The phone going off next to his bed caused Rob Juvall to almost do a back flip. Reaching over to grab his phone he glanced at his alarm clock. 4:30AM?! What the fuck is the meaning of this? Someone had better be fucking dead or dying.

"Agent Juvall speaking," he said into the mouth piece.

"Sir," the voice on the other end seemed nervous, "this is Officer Denor from the Miami Police Department."

"What do you want Officer Denor."

"Well sir, there has been a multiple homicide at a club known as The Playhouse."

"And what the hell does this have to do with me? Murder is your department's job, not mine."

"Well sir, you see. We have ID a couple of the victims, and they have all had connections with the Colombian Cartel here in Miami."

At this, Rob jumped out of bed and started to get dressed. "Do you have a body count?"

"Yes sir, there are 16 confirmed members of the Cartel dead, and also 3 civilians are dead. Several other civilians were injured, but nothing was life threatening. All the members of the Cartel that we could identify are dead, it there are any more, then they have fled the scene."

"I'll be down there in 15 minutes, keep the fucking press out and no one is to talk to them. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir."

Getting dressed in record time, the swiped his keys off the counter, jumped into his car, and headed over to the club.

After 15 minutes on the road, Agent Juvall got out of his car in front of the bright neon lights spelling out the words 'The Playhouse'. The yellow tape was up, but there were reporters around every inch of it, trying to get a view of what might have happened.

Pushing his way through the crowd, he ducked under the tape, and was stopped by an officer. "Excuse me sir," the officer said, "but this is a restricted area, I am going to need to see you ID first."

Pulling out his wallet, he opened it show his FBI badge. "Now get the hell out of my way, and get this circus show called the press the fuck out of here. And who the hell is the lead on this one?"

The officer looked at his badge and then moved aside. "Very well sir, please head inside. Detective Green is the lead on this case sir."

Walking into the bar, the world seemed to change from the lights of downtown Miami, to the middle of a war zone. Bodies were littered all over the ground, leaning on the railings, and some half way through the glass. Walking up to the edge of the railing he looked over to see several uniformed officers on what would be the dance floor, and a couple of suits also.

One of the suits looked up and saw him. "You would be agent Juvall, right?"

The man had slick blond hair that was pulled back, and extremely pale skin. "Yeah, and you would be Detective Green, am I correct on this?"

The detective nodded. "Yup, welcome to the fucking slaughter house."

The agent walked around the catwalk, looking at different parts, and stopping to examine some of the bodies. The bodies were laid out as if there was a shout out between the people of the left side of the building, and the people on the right side. There were no bodies in the middle of the room, save for what he assumed as the club owner. Dead on the center of the dance floor with half of his face missing.

"We believe that each side of the club started shooting at each other, and then the winning side took the owner down to the floor and blew his brains out. Looks like the Colombians are fighting amongst themselves again."

Rob looked up to see Detective Green standing over his shoulder, and two more detectives behind him, one was older with gray hair, and other was an extremely young gun. It was the young one behind the detective that spoke. "Who are the followers Detective?" He asked turning back to the scene and continuing the walkthrough.

"This is Detective Murphy," he said pointing to the older man with gray hair, then he pointed to the other one, "and this is Detective Hodge."

During his walkthrough he noticed two things that did not make sense. One was that the back door was broken in, and the second was that there was a bullet hole in the middle of a wall that went clean through. The thing was, this hole was way away from where the bodies were located.

"Are the witnesses saying anything?" He asked.

"No, the shots started and everyone saw nothing. Normal."

Standing up, he cracked his back before he continued. "Well, you got a nice theory, but it is wrong."

The young detective started to get defense. "What the fuck do you mean by that? This is a clear cause of shoot-em up."

"True," he said walking towards the back door, "but it wasn't one side against the other."

He pointed to the back door. "This door is busted in, meaning that people charged in here and judging by some shell casings by your foot, this is where it all started."

12:00AM

Rock, Dutch, and Balalaika were standing around Benny as he worked on his computer trying to hack into the security system at the club. After a few minutes he held up his fist in triumph. "Alright, those guys got nothin. There security is pathetic."

Balalaika took the phone her sergeant offered her. "Everything is set, get in position and wait for the command to go."

Revy was sitting in the van with Balalaika's men, waiting for good ol' fry-face to give them the go ahead. A low hum sounded through the van, and the leader of this unit, Sev she believed his name was, answered it. After listing for a moment he shut it and nodded to everyone in the van.

Alright, Revy thought, it's about damn time I get to have some fun. Shit has been getting boring lately without havin anyone to kill.

Pulling on her mask, she went with the others and waited for the orders with the rest of the men. Eventually, Sev nodded to everyone, and he kicked in the door.

The loud music covered their entry, but nothing could help these poor bastards now. It was time to dance. Seeing the bouncer from last night, she raised her cutlasses and pulled the trigger.

4:45AM

"So hold on," the young detective was saying, "you're trying to tell me that someone came in from the back door, stood in-between a dozen armed men, and killed them all? That is fucking ridiculous."

The older detective finally turned to the younger one. "Shut the hell up. This theory actually makes sense. But then the point is raised. How come we don't have any of the attackers in body bags? And what was the motive for the attack."

Rob looked closely at the spread of shell casings. These people brought an arsenal with them when they attacked this place. "Well the motive is easy. This is a drug place, they were more than likely after the drugs and money, and did you find any of that?"

Green shook his head. "No, any drugs and money have been cleaned from this place. But why leave all the guns?"

Rob sighed. Where these people really this stupid? "Because they had no need for them. There are enough shell casings here for a small army. The drugs and money, however, they did have a need for."

"That still doesn't explain how there is no evidence of the attackers."

"Well, there are two reasons for this, one is that they had the element of surprise, and two, was that they were extremely well organized and they knew what they were doing."

12:05 AM

As soon as Revy let the first round go, all hell broke loose. Her first target went down like a brick, never even able to draw his guns. All of Balalaika's soldiers took cover behind different objects and started their own assault.

By now, all the civilians were running like hell to get out while ducking from the volley of bullets flying at them.

A snapping noise right by her head caused her to spin in place. Without even seeing, she pointed her gun up at the railing and fired. A second later she heard a body hit the ground.

"Hahahaha," she taunted, "is this all you fuckin pussies got. Come on out, it is time to fucking play."

Jumping up and grabbing the railing, she pulled herself up and over. Crouching down she saw no less than 3 men, all facing away from her and shooting at Balalaika's men. She leveled her guns with the men. "Ha, fucking target practice you fucking dumb asses."

5:00AM

"So," Rob said turning to the three detectives, "what was the main goal of this hit. Anyone?"

Once again it was Detective Hodge that spoke up. "The money and the drugs, why else would they hit this place?"

He walked up to the young detective and slapped him upside the head. "Are you fucking stupid? Look at the bodies and tell me what is strange about it."

The young detective looked around, and just shrugged. Luckily, the older detective Murphy came to the rescue. "The only one killed, execution style, was the owner of the club. The rest were just in the way."

Rob pointed to the detective, "fan-fucking-tastic. So, what does this tell us about the people who did this?"

Green spoke up now. "So there target was the club owner. Maybe this was to show their force. You know new comers in town and they want to leave their marks."

"Right on the money Green."

12:07AM

Dead bodies littered the floor all around them. Revy was walking around, stepping on the bodies. A slight movement forced her attention to the floor as she saw one of the men that was shoot try and reach for his gun. Walking over to him, she casually raised her boot, and stomped down hard on the hand that was reaching for the gun.

"You pour fucker," she said over the man's yelps of pain, "you picked the wrong night to come to work."

"Please, oh please god don't-"

The cutlasses pressing against his head shut him up, "Sorry, but 'god' ain't here tonight." With that said she pulled the trigger, blowing the side of his head off.

A yell forced her to look up from her kill, just in time to see Balalaika's men drag the club owner down onto the center of the dance floor. Placing him on his knees, three of her men got behind him and took out their side arms. "YOU ARE ALL FUCKING DEAD! YOU HERE ME YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES! THE BOSS IS GOING TO KILL EACH OF YOU, THEN FUCK YOUR FAMILES TOO YOU FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT!"

Revy walked calmly down to the back of the kneeling man. Leaning down she brought her lips near his ear. "You're the one who did this fucker. You said that if we wanted this city, then we would have to go to war. Well, here is your war you little piece of shit."

"YOU FUCKING BITC-" BAM.

5:05AM

"So, if they were targeting this guy, then why would they go through all of this just to kill him?"

Hodge asked.

"You really are stupid, aren't you Hodge?" Juvall said sharply.

Seeing that they still didn't understand, he explained it to them. "Whenever a new group comes into another's territory with the intent of taking over, the first thing that they do is make an example. This was that example. They are showing the existing gangs here that they will take what they want, and they don't care who they have to kill in order to obtain what they want."

"Shit," Green hissed, "so what you're saying is that there is a new group coming into the city, with the intent on starting a war in order to get a hold on this city?"

"That is exactly what I am saying you. There is going to be a lot more bloodshed before this is all over unless we can track these people down. And even then it is going to be difficult."

"Why's that?" Hodge asked.

"You really are new to this whole thing aren't you Rookie? These people are extremely well organized, whoever they are. Has anyone checked the video tapes from the cameras in the corners?"

Murphy spoke up for this question. "Yeah, we don't know how this happened, but at the time of the shootings, the camera wasn't showing anything."

"What the fuck do you mean by that?"

"All the camera angles, even the ones outside, were showing footage from the hour before hand. In other words, someone left a recording of what was going on before the showing, and replayed it while the attack was happening."

Juvall shook his head. "So, now we also have no video footage of the attackers. Just fucking great. Was there any show of forced entry into the security room?"

"Well, there were a couple of bullet holes in the door," Green said, "but there was no damage to the video system. Just two dead security guards."

"Great," Juvall sighed, "they are fucking taunting us."

"What the hell do you mean by that?" The rookie asked.

"Simple, somehow they managed to get into the security system and play a loop of recording. So, when the attack was happening, there wouldn't be anything on the cameras. They also left the security equipment intact for us, because they knew that there would be nothing for us to find."

"Well, how they hell could they do that? The security guards were found shot in their room without ever leaving, which means they had no idea what was going on." Hodge said again.

"Well, it is the digital age. They more than likely hacked into the system and screwed with the recording. This means they have an excellent tech supporter also. This is just getting fucking worse by the second." Juvall sighed. Damn, he needed some coffee.

Looking around the room one last time he stared at the strange bullet hole. "Hey Hodge," he called to the younger detective, "how many bodies?"

"19."

He looked over at the youngster. "No, there's 20."

All three detectives looked around the room, counting the bodies again. "What are you talking about," Murphy asked, "there are 19 bodies out here."

"Yes," he answered, "and there is one more behind that wall over there." He pointed to the wall with the stray bullet hole.

"Bullshit." Hodge said.

"Officer Denor," he called out to the uniformed officer that called him, "would you go behind that wall and tell me if there is a body behind it?"

The officer nodded and went through a door. A couple minutes later he came back. "Yes sir, there was a body behind the wall. Single shot to the side of the head. Dropped him dead."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me." Hodge said out loud.

"Well, Hodge is out for coffee, anyone else want one?"

"Shit," was all Hodge said as he left the scene.

12:15AM

"I think that is all of them," Sev said coming up to her.

Revy nodded as she lit up the cigarette that was in her mouth. After taking a long drag she looked at the Russian. "Are we all cleaned up here Scooter?"

Sev scowled at the nickname, but he didn't argue with her. "Da, we have collected all that the Kapitan asked us too."

Revy sat down in a seat, surveying the carnage that they caused. It felt so good to be back into the thick of it. She hasn't had this sort of thrill in a long time. Well, take that back. Whenever she and Rock fucked like rabbits she got one hell of a fucking thrill, but this one was different.

"Good so we can get out of here. I got a date with a bottle of rum and a horny boyfriend."

"Yes, we are all leaving now."

"Good," she said with the cigarette still in between her lips.

Pulling out one of her cutlasses, she pulled out the clip. Checking to make sure that there were still a few bullets in the clip, she loaded it back up. Pulling back the slide, she loaded a bullet into the chamber. "Good, then I guess that this little fucker's time is up eh?"

Aiming the gun at one of the walls, she pulled the trigger, sending a bullet through the wall. There was a brief yell, and then silence. Sev looked at her with respect. "The Kapitan has always said that you were impressive, but now that I see you, I would say that is an understatement."

Smiling she put her cutlasses back into their holsters. "Well, good to know that I got the sis's approval then. Let's get the hell out of here before the cops show up. Those bastards don't take bribes as well as Watsup is."

5:10AM

"No fucking way Agent Juvall," Green said as they were walking out of the club, "there is no fucking way that anyone could make that shot."

Juvall looked around at the intersection. No camera's just fucking great. "In most cases, yes it would be. But there are a few out there that are rumored to be that skilled."

"Who the fuck would that be?" Green asked.

"Any number of people. There are a shit ton of assassins and merc's out there. Anyone of them could've pulled that shot off. But for now we are not going to be worried about that. All that tells us is that the ones who did this were powerful enough to hire a high class assassin. Who are the major players in this city?"

Green rubbed the back of his neck as he thought. "The Italians and Columbians have the main say in a lot of organized crime around here. But we've never had enough to bring down either one."

"Well," Juvall said looking up at the club's sign again, "I would say that we got the makings of a good ol' gang war on our hands."

12:30AM

"Very well done," Balalaika said turning to leave the main room, "my men will be dropping Revy off soon, I suggest that you all get some rest. From here on out, things are going to escalate. Tomorrow we take down the port and their bank. And after that, Rock, it'll be your turn to earn your stripes." And with that she left the room with Boris close on her heels.

Dutch slapped Benny on the back. "Hell of a job Benny-boy. Now get some sleep, I doubt that Jane let you sleep too much last night."

Benny's face turned slightly red at Dutch's comment. "Yeah," he said signing of his computer and leaving the room with Rock and Dutch, "I think that if where not doing anything tomorrow she might want to meet up with me again."

"Damn," Dutch muttered, "thank god she isn't with us all the time. Rock and Revy leaving every five minutes to fuck each other's brains out is hard enough, I have no idea how I would deal with it if you both were getting some all the time and I was the only one left out."

As the men came to their room, Benny and Rock where about to enter when Dutch pulled them both away from the door. "Dutch, what's-"Rock began before he was cutoff.

"As your employer, in recognition of the day's hard work, I'm taking the liberty of buying you both the first round at the bar downstairs."

Rock rubbed the back of his head, "what about Revy?"

"Oh hell Rock," Benny said, "you should know by now. If she is back here yet, the first place she would be going is the bar. We have a better chance waiting for her there than we would in the room."

Benny and Dutch proved to be right on their assumption of Revy's first stop. They were at the bar still working on their first drink when they heard the gunner enter the bar.

"WHAT THE FUCK? YOU FUCKERS DIDN'T EVEN WAIT FOR ME! WHAT THE HELL, YOU TOO ROCK?!"

Of course, you would have to be a dead man not to hear her. Without waiting for a reply, Revy hopped up to the bar and yelled down the bar, "HEY, Bartender, get me a glass and bottle of Bacardi, and put it on this fuckers tab." She said pushing Rock slightly.

The bartender came up to the group, "what type would you like?"

From the look on Revy's face, the bartender explained, "well, you see we have different flavors of Bacardi so if you want-"

Revy reached across the bar, grabbed the bartender and pulled him close. "Do I look like a fucking pussy to you? I'm in a really good fucking mood right now, so don't screw with it, give me the fucking good shit right now."

Pushing the bartender back, he set about doing what Revy had asked. Setting the bottle in front of her, she wasted no time in taking the top off and drinking straight from the bottle. The bartender turned to the men in the group. "And she is in a good mood right now?" He asked.

"Yeah," Dutch said smiling, "you should see her when she is in a bad mood, no bottle is safe."

The bartender looked back at Revy as she was raising the bottle back up to her lips. "I'd say that no bottle is safe from her no matter what mood she is in." He said before going back to work.

"So Revy," Dutch began as she came up for air, "I take it you had a good time."

"Oh hell yeah," she mumbled, "hell, almost as good as sex. But then, nothing could beat sex with this stud ya know?" She finished by pulling Rock into a rough head lock.

"Not something that we all needed to hear Revy," Benny said calmly sipping on his drink.

"Aww, to hell with ya Benny, you just got laid so lighten up."

Rock wasn't entirely sure, but it looked as if Benny's face was roughly the same color as his shirt. "Well," Dutch said pushing away from the bar, "we got another day of work tomorrow, so try and keep it under control tonight."

Throwing some money down on the bar, Dutch left with Benny close on his tail. Once the two were gone, Rock and Revy continued their drinking. "So," Revy said wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, "what we up too tomorrow then eh? Ol' Fry face got another gig for us eh?"

"Yeah," Rock said glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, "but I'm not sure this is the place Revy."

"Well come on then," Revy said standing up from the bar with bottle still in hand, "I'm more worked up then a horny virgin on prom night."

Didn't need to tell Rock twice, in a flash he paid the bartender, and then chased Revy to the elevator. Before the doors could even shut behind them, Revy had her arms around his neck, and her lips firmly glued to his. Running his hands down her sides, he firmly grabbed her ass, lifting her up.

Revy's legs wrapped around his waist, and he pushed her roughly against the wall. "Damn," she whispered in his ear, "I am clearly not the only one who's horny, am I big boy." She said grinding her hips firmly against his arousal.

He was entering the stage where his mind was going completely blank. The only thing he saw and cared about was the deadly beauty that was in his arms. He was so caught up, that he didn't notice that the elevator had stopped, or that the door had opened. A sharp intake of breath coming from the direction of the now open doors, brought Rock and Revy out of their trance and made them both turn their heads to see who it was.

The middle age couple was obviously in shock of what they were seeing, and Rock was in shock at having been caught in such a position. Revy was the first one to say anything. "Fuck off," she said reaching for the button to close the doors, "this one it taken, get your own unless you want a show. Then you'd have to pay us."

The door shut in the couples face, and Revy burst out in laughter. "Hahaha, did you see the look on those poor fuckers faces? Fucking priceless Rock."

Arriving on their floor, Revy half led, half dragged, Rock back to their suite. Opening the door, the two made their way in and to their room, all the while never breaking the seal between their lips. Entering their room, Revy forced Rock back onto the bed, and straddled him.

Her hands reached inside his shirt along near one of the buttons, and with a pulled she ripped the shirt open, throwing buttons everywhere. "I gotta admit," Revy said as she started to kiss his chest, "as much as I hate those damn white color shirts, I lover ripping them."

That was his last good white shirt. But no man in his right mind would argue about that right now. And, as fucked up as he was, Rock liked to think that he was in his right mind. Rolling her over, he got on top and roughly pulled off her shirt and virtually ripped off her bra. With her chest exposed to his gaze, he hungry attacked her.

He had only been with one other girl before Revy and that was while he was still in college. He guessed you could call her his girlfriend, but she broke it off with him as soon as a more successful man caught her eye. But compared to Revy, that girl had nothing. With the girl in college, it was always romance, slow rhythm, and usually boring. But with Revy, it was a fight for dominance and usually rough.

Most of the time she won, but sometimes he won. But no matter who won the fight for control, both of them were entirely spent after. And without a doubt, this night was going to prove to be no different.

Sliding his hands down her body, he managed to undo her belt and pull the zipper down on her daisy dukes. While he was working on her shorts, she made quick work of his belt and zipper. Roughly, the two forced each others paints down.

This is where the fight usually started. Revy wrapped her legs around him, lifted her hips, and used the momentum the roll the two over so that she was on top. With her o top, Revy held him firmly down and slowly lowered herself onto him. "Holy shit Rock," she mumbled with closed eyes, "do I ever tell you how fucking good this feels?"

Sitting up, he grabbed hold of her, and attacked one of her nipples. "Ohhh, fucking hell Rock. God damn."

While she was distracted, he leaned back and rolled so he was now the one on top. Grabbing her wrist in each hand, he forced her arms above her head and held them there. He looked into her eyes and saw the same hunger that was always there whenever she was with him, or whenever she was in a fight for that matter.

"What's the matter Rocky-baby?" She teased. "You going to sit there all day, or are you going to fuck me?"

"Revy, have I ever told you how much I love you?" He asked.

A slight grin came onto her face. "Every day, now shut up and fuck me big boy."

Boss Loz, head of the Cartel in Miami was sitting across from all of his underbosses after word had reached him that one of their primary clubs had been hit, and that all of the men stationed there were dead, and all of the money and drugs were also missing. Scanning the room, all of his underbosses were slightly sweating despite the cool morning temperature.

Holding his hand out, one of his men placed a cigar in his hand, and lit it for him. After taking a deep breath of the smoke, he turned his full attention back to his underbosses. "So, what you are all trying to tell me, is that some fucking no name bastards not only managed to deal a blow to us, but now, all of you are sitting around me, and telling me that you have no fucking idea who they were?"

All of the bosses squired a bit in their seats, and one even took out a napkin to wipe the sweat off of his brow. "Is it possible boss," one of his men asked, "that these are people from Roanapur? We have not heard back from the assassin that you sent over there. How do we know that this is not some form of retribution?"

"Possible, but the last report I got from that ass hole before he turned on us, was that the businessman was dead, and that the big guy was dead too. Not trusting him, I got some hospital records to prove that both are dead."

"What about the bitch gunner that everyone seems to be afraid of, and that computer genius they are said to have," said another one.

"The computer fuck is no problem. He doesn't have the balls to go after us. And the bitch, well if she is here, then someone must be holding the leash on her, or I assume she would have hit us head on by now."

Finally, the oldest of the underbosses spoke up, "boss, we have it on reliable reports, which state that the Black Lagoon Company was on friendly terms with the Russians."

Loz thought about this. "That is more than likely who is holding the leash on the bitch then. But they would be coming here alone then. The Russians would have no support here in Miami, and not even those fucking ruskies would be dumb enough to come here into this city."

"So," the youngest boss of the group spoke up, "we going on a hunt then boss? I can't wait to fuck those bitches up."

Loz got up and walked towards his house. All of the underbosses stood and followed him. "I want everyone," he said without looking back, "I want every gun we have up and out on the street. Find those fuckers who did this, and put them into the fucking ground."

He turned back to his underbosses, and pulled out his gun. "Last one of you fuckers in my sight will find a bullet in your back." His house was vacant almost immediately.

Boss Bianchi of the Italian Mafia sat behind a desk as he listened to a report. "-the Columbians have no idea who it was that hit them boss. Whoever it is, they are organized and deadly."

Bianchi turned to his right hand man, Rizzo, once he had finished speaking. "Any chance that they are from Roanapur?"

"Not sure Boss," Rizzo said, "they could be, but it is not likely. Why would people from Roanapur come all the way over here to the states?"

"From what I've heard of that city, they do not care how far they have to travel, they just want to kill. And they will go after anyone who fucks with them."

"So what do you want us to do about his boss?"

"I have no idea who they are, but they are fucking with the Columbians. There is an old saying, 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend'. Rizzo, I want you to see if you can't track down anyone who came into this city with a foreign passport. I want to meet these people who are making the Columbians life hell."

Well, there it is. Hope y'all liked it. Please review, I am not kidding when I say that you guys give me the motivation to continue writing.

Also, just because I want to see, can anyone name the movie that I kinda used to format this chapter? I hope y'all liked this style, cause I will more than likely going to be using this type of format in a couple of the chapters in the near future of this story. Give ya a hint, a sequel to it came out not too long ago. I also consider it one of the best movies of all time.

Unfortunately, I have finals and presentations over the next two weeks, so do not expect anything to be coming out anytime soon. If y'all like this one, I encourage you to read my other stories. Well, see y'all in the next chapter.