Roberta pulled the Lovelace limo up to the curb, around a corner, and just a couple hundred yards down the road from Jesus' mansion. As soon as the car came to a halt, she cut the lights and killed the engine. Rain drops pelted the windshield and from the passenger seat, a smile appeared on Revy's lips as she spoke, "Fucking beautiful. There's nothing like a gunfight in the rain."

Roberta slowly turned to face her rival. While the two of them seemed to have found somewhat of a rhythm in their banter, the odd rivalry still had its hiccups, "Must you always use such language?"

"What? You never let your hair down, four-eyes?" Revy asked. She drew one of her Cutlass and racked the slide as she finished her thought, "Small piece of advice; the little things are all pieces of shit like us get in life." Memories of Rock invaded her thoughts, and her tone calmed ever so slightly, "You either learn to enjoy them, or you'll never be fuckin' happy."

"The little things?" Roberta innocently asked, her fragmented mind showing itself.

From the backseat, Dutch called, "Revy, where the hell is this cavalry of yours?"

Revy checked her side-view mirror and as a military truck approached, she replied, "Speak of the devils." She turned to face Dutch, Benny and Fabiola, "So here's how this is gonna work…" She pointed at Dutch just as the military vehicle pulled alongside them and continued, "You, me, four-eyes and mini-maid are in the back of that truck." While Roberta and Fabiola rolled their eyes in unison, Revy turned to Benny, just as a van pulled up behind them. She pointed directly behind them to the van, and commented, "You're in that van; eyes and ears just how you like it." She fell back in her seat and checked her Cutlass, "Any questions?"

Dutch had been so optimistic these past few hours, but none of their simple plan ended up as such. He sighed and raised a cigarette into Roberta's view, via the rear-view mirror, "You mind?"

"Go ahead," Roberta offered.

Dutch lit his smoke and replied, "Seems simple enough, but you said it yourself; nothing these past 24 hours went down as it should have."

Revy smiled and turned to face the boss, "C'mon, Dutchy; don't quit on me now." One of the men stepped from the military truck and knocked at Roberta's window. "Shall we?"

Roberta offered Revy just the slightest of smiles and nodded. Dutch couldn't help but let his excitement seep into his grin. He snuffed out his cigarette between his fingers and replied, "Let's get our boys back."

The quintet headed off into their designated vehicles. In the van, Benny met a trio of blank stares and quietly greeted them, "Ummm…high?" One of the men motioned for him to take a seat and handed him an earpiece. He looked over the gear for a minute, got himself situated and slipped the earpiece in, "Check-check."

In the back of the truck, Revy, Roberta, Dutch and Fabiola each got earpieces as well. At hearing Benny calling out, Dutch replied, "Yeah we've got you loud and clear, Benny-boy."

Maps of Jesus' mansion were already called up on the screen for the Lagoon Company's computer wizard, and after analyzing the on-screen options, he switched to a thermal view, showing the positions of the men inside. A smile passed over his lips and he placed a finger to his ear. Dutch was loading shells into a shotgun, and Roberta was tying her long hair into a neat knot behind her as Benny addressed them, "Alright it looks like there isn't really one stronghold. He's got guys scattered throughout the house, and there are multiple levels. Off the top of my head, I'm gonna say there could be as man as a hundred and fifty of'em in there."

Revy placed a finger to her ear and replied, "What about Rock or Garcia?" Again there was a momentary silence in disbelief of Revy properly using someone's name.

Benny scrolled about the map and replied, "I've got a room on the top floor with just two signatures; I'd say that's your best bet."

Revy turned to Roberta, and found herself staring at what was essentially a mirror image; Roberta's eyes were completely empty. She knew one thing was for certain, this was going to be messy. Revy placed a hand on her shoulder to snap her out of it, and offered her the greatest bit of kindness she'd been able to muster, "Hey…" Roberta's eyes locked with her and she continued, "…bet when you woke up this morning you didn't think you'd be doing this shit, huh?"

"Rebecca?" One of the camo'd men asked.

"Yeah?"

"Lucy asked us if you wanted any backup once you're inside."

Revy turned back to Roberta to find her smiling through her clenched teeth, and while she remained silent, Revy realized how right she was; this was going to be a fucking mess. She turned back to the man and replied, "Tell Muffintop we'll be fine."

"Here we go!" The driver called from the cab of the truck. Everyone ducked down as the truck rapidly approached the police barricaded entrance to Jesus' home. Immediately the officers opened fire on the truck, though it failed to slow in the least. The four of them jolted about as the truck crashed through the barricade, and again as they slammed through the main entrance of Jesus' home.

At the sound of the gate being smashed, Garcia sat up in bed, while Rock remained calmly seated. "Senor Rock?" Garcia asked.

Rock grinned and replied, "Here they come." His eyes turned towards the clock in the room: 1:10pm. He chuckled slightly as he thought, "We just might make it to the docks on time after all."

In the mansion's security office, Jesus' was jumping and screaming like a mad man, "What the fuck is this?"

"We don't know where they came from boss!" One of his men shouted.

"Fucking punto bitches," Jesus muttered. He ran from the room and pulled his own Sistema from beneath his coat. He turned back to the security office and called out, "Get every fucking man down here, right fucking now!" He continued down the hall and headed straight for Garcia and Rock, "These bitches want to fuck with me, I'll fuck with them."

The truck came to a halt on the front lawn of Jesus's mansion and Revy called out, "Left or right, Dutch?"

"Doesn't matter to me," Dutch replied as he cocked his shotgun.

"Four-eyes and me will go left…"

"You can see that I'm not even wearing my glasses, right?" Roberta asked.

Revy completely ignored her comment and finished her thought, "…you two go right."

"Sounds good," Dutch replied as he stepped from the truck and helped Fabiola down.

Looking up to Roberta, Fabiola spoke, "Be careful…" She turned to Revy and finished, "…you too."

Revy simply nodded while Roberta replied, "Watch your back."

"Ready?" Revy asked as she drew her Cutlass.

Roberta drew her Sistemas and replied with a grin, "Ready."

The moment they set foot onto the now muddy earth, gunfire erupted. As they ran across the lawn towards the left side of the mansion, Revy targeted several men pouring from the main entrance, but just as she was to take her shot, Roberta got them first. She shot the maid a glare, and Roberta smirked in return. Still running towards the side entrance of the expansive mansion, Revy turned her guns directly towards Roberta, and Roberta turned hers on Revy. They each fired several shots, all of which whizzed passed each other's ears, as they were intended for the numerous men fast approaching from behind.

Roberta locked on another small group of men, though this time, Revy managed to get to them first. Roberta's angry eyes met Revy's laughing face and she called out over the gunfire, "We need to work out a system!"

On the opposite end of the compound, the back-and-forth, click-click action of the Dutch's shotgun served almost to set the tempo for their assault. While Dutch seemed fond of one-shot per assailant, Fabiola was dumping massive amounts of lead via her dual SMGs. She could feel herself being taken over by the kill, by the hunt. Killing was the worst kind of virus, one that spread like wildfire, and once it took a hold of you, it was certain to never let go.

"You alright over there?" Dutch called to Fabiola, though when he turned to her, he found her almost dancing as she twirled her guns about. "I'll take that as a yes," Dutch commented to himself.

In the van, Benny's fingers continued to dance about the keyboard. He placed markers on Revy, Roberta, Dutch and Fabiola's heat signatures, watching on as all those that surrounded them stopped in their tracks, and slowly turned as cold as the ground beneath them. He pressed a finger to his ear, "Alright, Dutch; the side entrance should be coming up on your left. There are four guys behind that door so be careful."

"Roger that, Benny-boy." Dutch turned back to Fabiola who was now standing in casings and called out, "Hey, mini-me! Let's move!"

Calling up the opposite end of the compound, Benny again pressed his finger to his ear, "Revy, you there?"

Back-to-back with Roberta, she double-tapped an encroaching thug and replied, "Yeah!"

"Same as Dutch, your side entrance is guarded on the inside, so be careful when you breach."

"Gotcha!" Revy replied, and tilted her head over her shoulder to Roberta. "You done yet?"

Roberta lined up her last shots and squeezed off one round with each gun, both shots landing in the skull of one attacker. In the blink of an eye, she dropped her mags, reloaded and clicked the slide locks, "Ready."

They continued up the property to the side entrance, and pressed their backs up against the walls on opposite sides of the door. Revy raised her fist, inviting Roberta into a game of Ro-sham-bo, though the maid tilted her head in confusion and asked, "I'm sorry?"

Revy rolled her eyes and stepped in front of the door, "Never mind." She kicked the door in and after firing four shots, dropped her mags.

Roberta pressed a finger to her earpiece and asked, "Benny is it?"

Benny flinched in his seat, and speaking with one of, if not the most dangerous house maid in the world, replied most politely, "Uh, yes ma'am?"

Revy reloaded her Cutlass and they proceeded into the mansion and up a flight of stairs. As they walked, Roberta asked, "What does it look like in here?"

Benny called up a different sector of the map and replied, "About fifteen guys up ahead, most of them are huddled together."

Being able to hear their conversation, Revy smiled and tucked one of her Cutlass under her arm. She pulled a single grenade from her backpack and spun it around her finger via the pin. "Frag?" She asked Roberta who simply smiled.

An explosion rang out in the house, just as the door to Rock and Garcia's room crashed open. Jesus burst in brandishing his polished Sistema, and Garcia quickly got to his feet. While Garcia appeared fearless, Rock slowly stood beside him, a cigarette still in his lips and an almost maniacally confident look on his face. He knew Revy was here, and as long as this man was coming for them, he knew she was doing what she did best.

"You two, come with me!" Jesus ordered. Neither of them moved an inch, bringing him to fire two warning shots at the ceiling, "Fucking move!"

As Dutch and Fabiola continued through the mansion, they left a trail of shells casings and empty magazines in their wake. The roar of gunfire had died down, and all that could be heard throughout the halls was the occasional shotgun blast, and short bursts of full-auto.

As Benny watched them on the monitors, he could see all four of them should meet in the main hall. Suddenly he looked back to the room he had tagged Rock and Garcia in and saw them being moved. He quickly raised a finger to his ear and spoke, "Heads up guys, I'm pretty sure the head of this parade is on the move with Rock and Garcia."

Revy and Roberta's eyes narrowed, and their combined assault became that much more intense. Unfortunately, they picked the more heavily guarded side of the house and found themselves pinned down in a living area. Revy took a hold of the statue Jesus had delivered earlier, and pulled on it. Seeing what she was attempting to do, Roberta helped her, pulling the statue to the marble floor and allowing them some cover. They both took the chance to reload and this time, Roberta retrieved a grenade. Revy watched as Roberta pulled the pin, and kissed the body of the grenade before throwing it behind her. "And I thought I had problems," Revy thought.

Roberta's eyes remained focused on some indeterminate point, and as the grenade clinked across the floor, she quietly spoke, "A hammer blow of righteousness…" The grenade burst obliterating their attackers and she finished her thought, "…to all injustice."

Revy peaked out from behind the statue to find the field was cleared. She and Roberta stood, and near simultaneously, clicked their slidelocks, chambering their weapons.

Revy raised her hand towards the center of the home and offered, "After you."

"Thank you," Roberta replied most courteously.

"How're you doing, Dutch?" Benny asked over the boss's earpiece. All movement within the house had ceased, and the three blips that Benny had determined to be Rock, Garcia, and Jesus had come to rest in the main hall.

Dutch pumped a fresh round into his shotgun before the last spent round had even hit the ground. He turned to find Fabiola just finishing a round of full-auto and lowered his weapon, "Think we're about done here, Benny-boy." He checked his watch: 1:25pm. "Where's Rock and the kid?"

As Revy and Roberta walked through the last room on their way to the main hall, Benny finally turned back to their positions on the monitor. His face instantly showed his concern, and he called out, "Shit! Revy, Roberta!"

Men approached from their sides, bringing Revy and Roberta to once again, seemingly turn their guns on one another. There was no warning on either of their parts, and within a second four shots were fired. While Revy and Roberta were the ones left standing, Revy had a hole in her leg, and Roberta a hole in her arm. Then a pair of screams came in unison, "FUCK THIS HURTS!"

Even though she was in pain, Revy couldn't help but laugh at Roberta finally breaking down and cursing, "Feels pretty good, right?"

As Roberta tended to her arm, she too chuckled at the irony, "Now that you mention it…"

They continued into the main hall, opening the door, just as Dutch and Fabiola entered the room. At seeing their friends with holes in them, Fabiola and Dutch commented at the same time, "Revy!" "Matron!"

"We're fine," Roberta commented, her left hand pressed to her wound.

"That's far enough!" Jesus called from the top of the grand staircase. His Sistema pressed to Garcia's head, and another small firearm to the small of Rock's back, using him as a human shield.

At seeing her young master in Jesus' grasp, rage overtook Roberta's expression. Her lips pulled back revealing her teeth through her smile, though Revy raised an arm in front of her. "Rebecca…" Roberta warned with a mad undertone in her voice.

"Your good arm is done for the night," Revy replied. "I swear I won't let anything happen to him."

Dutch just barely heard the exchange, but he at least thought he'd finally figured out what was going on between them. Why Revy offered Roberta a modicum of respect and kindness, she normally kept hidden from everyone. Revy did respect Roberta, and vice versa, Roberta respected Revy. Perhaps not as individuals, but as able combatants; in their line of work, how good you were with a gun was all that mattered. While they might never see eye-to-eye, they both recognized the other's talents for death, and in their warped minds, that was worth something to the other.

Roberta decocked the gun in her left hand, and replied, "He's all yours."