Here:) first three chapters done. The first three were stricktly for introducing the 3 POVs and the 3 main characters. So, in order, it will always be Vaas's POV, then Kira's, then Bo's. Hope you like Bo ;)

Annathemermaid: no problem!:)

Xeres Malfoy: J'aime ton enthousiasme pour Bo! Oui, une femme qui commande Vaas va surement lui tomber sur les nerfs! Merci!

Sickmonkey89: Hahaha, here is the update!

Anthracite77: Alors ce chapitre est pour toi! C'est tout sur Bo :)

Chapter 3: Tag

Many stories circled around about how Bo came to have the spot she had on the island; or how high she came to climb on Rook's hierarchical ladder. Some said she was related to Hoyt, being that she was the only woman to occupy such rankings on the island. Others said she was Hoyt's boss in disguise, being that he never as much as insulted her in public like he did to everyone he was associated with. However, the most weird of stories was that she could of been an ex-pirate; a member of Hoyt's beginner crew, and that she was given a special place among the ever growing drug cartel and human trafficking ring. Given that there were only women in Hoyt's mercenaries, many believed Bo had been a mercenary and simply asked to be promoted.

But none knew the real reason. All the stories revolving around her apparition on the island were just that; stories. Never once had someone heard the true story behind Bo's escalation to supremacy. She was still under Hoyt, despite others' beliefs, and she still respected the rules of Rook (being that there were little). No one knew she was a black belt in taekwondo and karate, and that she was a specialist in archery. No one knew the past of contract killing and overseas contracts. It was rare that someone would see Bo mad to a point where her hidden skills would show. Bo was an enigma to all, especially Vaas.

He had tried for a long time to coax her into telling him about her life. But she was all but opened. Her walls were tough and high. The past of the young woman was locked away safely, and none, even Vaas, knew enough to be able to formulate a life map of her. Only Hoyt really knew how Bo came to Rook.

Bo, being Vaas' "partner" for the North Islands, had to make profit. She, like the pirate lord, ordered in captives and sold them for money so she could buy herself things, extend her ever growing secret cartel, and supply human buyers with what they wanted. She had her own thing going on, being that Hoyt knew about it. He was fine with her having her own little drug cartel and human ring, given that a third of her profits went to him. Bo's drug cartel blossomed better than Hoyt ever thought. She used original drugs that she procured from Dr. Earnhardt. They were drugs made using Rook's fauna. People were willing to buy for surprisingly high prices.

Hoyt was never jealous of her independent little company, given that she participated in his. Officially, she was Vaas' partner and was supposed to look over the hostages and the North Island. However, she was always out searching for new plants, hunting, and/or scuba diving. Rarely had Vaas' men seen Bo around long enough for a chat. Not all men respected Bo as being a leader of superiority. Her authority meant nothing to a good portion of the pirates. However, as much as she had haters, she had supporters. Vaas' close companions were more keen on accepting her in the ranks. She knew she was in a man's world after all, but she was a hell of a lot better at it than most of the pirates.

Bo waited in her shanty for her hostages to be dropped off in the cages alongside her living quarters. She had her Dell laptop poised on her lap, dark eyebrows knitted together in concentration. Her lips were pinched in a tight line, index finger hastily clicking through her e-mails and documents. She had a lot to organize before sending the hostages' information to her buyers. They weren't even tagged yet, which meant their names and information weren't even in her computer. She hesitated on calling Vaas through her walkie, but the bastard never had his open, so she opted for patience.

When the sound of a couple of jeeps rolled up through the thick foliage separating her from the road, the brunette jumped to her feet and stormed out the door. She marched through the short path to Vaas' compound and made sure his jeep in particular stopped in front of her.

"Why did you take so bloody long!?" she yelled over the sound of the engine. Vaas just smirked and hopped out, ordering his men to take out the hostages.

"Took a couple detours to observe the land, milady," he chuckled, crossing his arms and walking her way.

"You bloody idiot!" she screamed. Her irritation seemed to scare the brunette captive, who whimpered silently. Bo ignored her. "They aren't even tagged yet!"

"Relax, hermana," Vaas cooed. "We got this."

Bo groaned, marched up to the brunette woman and wrenched her out of the pirate's grasp. She yelled as soon as she was taken away from her friends. "I'll do it myself!" Bo shouted at Vaas. Then she shook the woman in her grasp to quiet her down. "Shut it!"

"Woah, girlie, be careful with that one," Vaas laughed.

"Bring the rest to my cages once they're tagged," Bo grumbled to him, heading towards her shanty with the squealing captive hanging from her hand. She was so small and light, barely weighing 130 lbs. She struggled, and despite her petite form, she was quite strong.

"Please," she cried silently, stumbling along with Bo. "Please don't kill me."

"I won't," Bo answered sternly. The captive didn't deter, struggling even harder. Bo got annoyed, taking a rope from her pants and pushing the woman roughly in front of her.

"Please I-" the captive started, but she was gagged with a damp cloth and a rope was tied roughly around her neck. Bo used the lengthy rope as a leash for the captive brunette and led her through the jungle.

"I will need you to cooperate," Bo said, ignoring the whimpers and cries from the girl. "If you don't, I will hurt you. Am I being clear?" The girl nodded through tears and whimpers.

Bo brought the girl to her shanty, sitting her down on a metal pliable chair and securing her hands to the chair with handcuffs. Then she went to her computer and opened up her documents of classification of hostages. She tapped on her keyboard a couple times, the silence in the room heavy and thick. "Name," Bo ordered, before realizing the girl was gagged.

"Kira," she shrilled out after being freed.

"Age."

"Twenty-three."

Bo typed ferociously on her laptop all the physical information obvious to the eye. "Are you ill?"

"No."

"Do you take any prescription medication?"

"No."

"Are you pregnant?"

"No."

"Do your parents have any hereditary illnesses?"

"No."

"Weight."

"125 lbs." Bo finished up the document, sending it to Hoyt and all her usual buyers of women the age of Kira.

"I have a first aid kit," Bo declared, placing the closed laptop on a nearby desk. "Do you need any wounds treated?"

Kira took a moment to look herself over and finally shook her head. Bo nodded, getting to her feet and unlocking the captive's handcuffs. The latter seemed even more scared as Bo walked her outside to the cages lounging the shanty. As Bo threw the girl inside one of them, she heard her walkie buzzing. "Bo!" It was Vaas. "We got them all tagged. Sending them your way!"

Bo didn't feel the need to respond, tucking the device in her belt and tying the cage shut. "What will become of us?" Kira asked, grabbing the bamboo with her hands. Bo simply looked in the other direction and walked away.