Things were looking great for Mr. Chang of the Hong Kong Triad. He stood behind the window of his third-floor suite, overlooking the city of Roanapur. The city lights that came on after dark had a strange beauty to them, and if one didn't know better, one would almost think this wasn't a city rife with drugs, gangs, prostitution and murder.

Now that he had Drake on the payroll, it was all but guaranteed that Hotel Moscow would be unable to get their hands on that weapons shipment in Taiwan. Which was good news for him; the only reason Balalaika would try and get that many weapons into the city itself was to start up another power struggle, and that didn't sit well with Chang. He liked Roanapur the way it was, and he certainly liked the equilibrium he and the other big Mafia leaders had established. He could only guess at Balalaika's motives for trying to gain total control of the city, but motives didn't really matter at this point. No, all that mattered was maintaining the current status quo.

"I just don't get Balalaika," he said out loud to no one in particular. He was alone in the room. "I mean, we spent so much time and so many lives coming to a peaceful arrangement, and it's been working out great for everyone since. All the crime syndicates are free to do whatever they wish within their own piece of the city; none of our men go out and try to kill each other; everyone can easily obtain whatever weapons, drugs, or hookers they need.

"Why then, Balalaika? Why do you insist on disturbing the peace we've created? Bah, no sense trying to figure out her reasoning; she's just a psycho bitch with a god complex, I guess. Just has to be in control of everything..." his thoughts trailed.

"Speaking of control, I should call in and see if Drake and my men still have everything under wraps on their end. Bet he's already taken out several of Hotel Moscow's boys."

Chang reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone and dialed Drake. After a few rings it answered, and immediately Chang was worried. For a few moments, all he could hear were gunshots. Then finally Drake's voice came through the speaker.

"Mr. Chang, you have the worst possible timing. We have a bit of a situation here." Then Drake began barking out orders, presumably to the men that he was with at that time. "EVERYONE GET BACK, WE HAVE SNIPERS. GET BEHIND COVER NOW!"

More gunshots. Having heard enough, Chang hung up.

"Welp, that's certainly distressing."

The signature torpedo boat of the Lagoon Company drew many uncomfortable stares from workers and sailors as it pulled into the dock. As Dutch jumped down onto the dock and tied the boat up, many people scattered in a not-so-subtle attempt to avoid him.

"What's the matter with them?" Revy wondered aloud from the deck. "They never seen a torpedo boat before?"

Dutch smirked at her little joke. "Something tells me it's not the boat they're wary of."

Revy jumped onto the dock.

"Yeah, well, whatever the case, we oughta-"

Revy was interrupted by the sudden sounds of gunfire in the distance. Something was going down.

"Uh, hey, Dutch?" Revy pointed northwest. "That area over there is where the gunshots are coming from. Please tell me that isn't where Balalaika's warehouse is?"

Dutch pulled out his map to verify. He sighed. "I'm afraid that's exactly where the warehouse is, Revy."

"Great." She pulled out her phone and dialed Rock. He was inside the boat, but she didn't feel like climbing back up just to tell him in person. After a few rings, he picked up.

"Revy, what's up?" he asked.

"There's already gunfire in the area, Rock. You and Benny jsut stay put in the boat. Me and Dutch will go on ahead and see what's going on."

"Understood. Thanks, Revy." He hung up.

She turned to her employer. "Alright, Dutch. Ready to go?"

Dutch started climbing back on deck. "Lemme grab my shotgun real quick and I will be."

Drake disliked situations like this. He and all his men were currently pinned down by a constant barrage of suppressive fire from a line of Hotel Moscow troops wielding AK's. Drake himself had taken cover behind a humvee and the rest of his allies were behind sandbags or stacks of wood logs. No doubt the enemy soldiers were slowly closing in. And then, when a couple of his men got brave and peeked out to fire back, they got their heads blown off by snipers. Still, it was nothing he hadn't been through before. And at least this time they had the advantage of a huge warehouse building to work around for cover. He signaled two of the other men nearby to follow his movements. They crept along the side of the building, using the ridiculously thick brush and vines to hide their movements from the snipers. Eventually, they made it to the rear of the building. Just in time, too, as the screams of the other men rang out, accompanied by the sound of AK-47's being fired. It was unlikely that the enemy was able to get an accurate count on their forces, so for the moment, they had the element of surprise.

Still, it was three of them against, by Drake's count, roughly twenty of the enemy forces. This was not looking good. The small group of surviving troops found a ladder that led up to the rooftop. With a boost from one of the men, Drake kicked it down and let his companions climb up first, then climbed up himself, raising it back up and resetting its position to hide the fact that it had been used.

"Search for survivors!" he heard one of the Ivan soldiers shout.

Drake looked to his remaining men and whispered, "I'll keep an eye on the ladder in case anyone comes up. You two keep watch over the enemies on the ground."

The men nodded and crept towards the edge of the roof. Drake drew his M9 and pulled a silencer from his pocket. He laid flat on his stomach, facing the ladder. He then attached the silencer to his gun and aimed it directly above the ladder, ready to put a round in any heads that might poke out.

After several uneventful minutes, he heard the same voice from earlier giving out more orders. "Alright men, it's all clear; let's get our shipment and get back to the boat. You, prepare the forklift. You, get that big door open. Everyone else, stay alert just in case we missed something."

Oh, you missed one helluva something, Drake thought to himself. He felt a tap on his shoulder. It was one of his men.

"Your orders, sir?" he asked.

"Stay here for now. We wait until they leave with their package, then we follow them to their boat and sink it."

"Understood."

Eventually, the troops from Hotel Moscow got into the warehouse and loaded up their package onto the forklift, then proceeded downhill towards the dock. Once Drake was sure they were out of earshot, he and his two companions scaled down the building and prepared to pursue.

Revy and Dutch were running as fast as they could to the area they heard the gunfire from, but eventually they noticed something strange.

"Hey, Dutch, hear that?" Revy asked.

"Yeah, or rather I notice I'm not hearing anything anymore." he replied.

"Think the fighting is over?"

"Maybe. But you never know with these types. Let's keep going, but slowly, and quietly."

"Agreed."

No sooner had they started proceeding again than Hotel Moscow soldiers could be seen making their way down the hill, carrying a huge box on a forklift. Apparently, they were too late, and the soldiers had already gotten what they came for.

"Yo!" Dutch shouted, waving his shotgun in the air to get their attention.

The captain ran down to meet them. "Lagoon Company. Balalaika send you guys for backup?" The captain motioned to his men and they began walking as they talked.

"Yeah, she didn't want any more of her men going down for this, so she hired us 'cause we're disposable." Revy replied.

"Well, you've come a little too late, I'm afraid. We've already beaten the enemy and gotten our package that they were guarding. Honestly, I have no idea how the squad that came before us got beaten, these guys were pathetic."

"Wait, squad? Singular?" Dutch inquired. "Balalaika said she sent two squads here to try and retrieve her shipment and lost communications with them."

"Yeah, the fuckers placed jammers all around the area. No transmissions could get in or out. We were on our own as soon as we got here."

"Speaking of those fuckers, any idea who they were?" Dutch asked.

"Looked like a bunch of dipshits from the Hong Kong Triad. Chang's men."

Dutch whistled. "Your boss lady is gonna be real pissed when she hears that."

"Oh yeah, I'm expecting bombings to happen. At the very least."

Revy laughed. "Yeah, let's just hope se doesn't end up taking her anger out on our part of the city, eh, Dutch?"

"Amen to that. I'd prefer having a home to go back to. We just finished rebuilding the dock after Greenback Jane, I damn well want it to stay rebuilt for awhile."

Unbeknowst to Dutch at the time, Balalaika's anger was the least of his worries.

Drake took a quick inventory. His G36C he kept slung over his back was fully loaded with 3 extra magazines on his person, the Beretta M9 in his thigh holster a full clip with 4 spares, and the AA12 shotgun he had recovered from the bodies of one of his men had a full drum. He also had 3 frag grenades and 2 flashbangs on his belt, and an M79 grenade launcher with one in the chamber, just in case things got out of control. He wasn't about to let those Ivan fuckwits leave port alive. Not after blazing through the warehouse area and killing his men that Chang had left him with. He had ordered the other two to stay behind. No need for them to go in and get killed as well.

Silently tearing down the trail and using the thick brush as cover, he made his way back down to the dock, where he spotted Hotel Moscow loading their package onto the dock. There was also another figure he didn't recognize from earlier. Wait... was that Dutch? And he was helping the Ivans.

"Sorry, Dutch," he mumbled to himself. "I know we have history, but I can't show mercy to those who try to keep me from getting the job done."

Drake moved swiftly and silently towards the boat. He stopped just before the line of foliage ended and hid behind a tree. He thought for a moment about how to approach. He peeked out from his hiding spot for a moment and spotted a ladder built into the side of their ship. That would be his ticket on board. Now to figure out how to use the weapons he was carrying. He could see the control room through a window. He would have to use the grenade launcher first and fire it into there. That would prevent them from being able to leave and free up his left hand so he could use the shotgun properly. But the issue with that was that he would have to get in range of their fire. He took a look around. He spotted a small motorboat he could hide behind in the water. He was certain he could land that grenade shot from there. After checking to ensure there was no one on the deck of Hotel Moscow's boat that could spot him, he made his way towards the dock.

Seeing someone so heavily armed casually striding towards them frightened all the dock workers enough that they turned and ran. Really, thought Drake.

"I guess after seeing the Ivans come through here, they're expecting a fight to break out now that I'm here." Drake said to himself. Oh well, that just meant he had unrestricted use of that motorboat.

He tossed the AA12 in the boat and dropped into the water. Grabbing the edge of the boat, he pulled himself up and took aim. As he was lining up the shot to fire into the Ivan boat's control room, he heard its engine roar to life. He was out of time. Trusting his instincts to see him through, Drake adjusted his aim briefly and fired.

The blast rang through the entire dock area, and after the explosion subsided, Drake listened carefully. The engine had stopped. Success! Now to follow up. dropping the now empty grenade launcher into the water, he glanced over to the ladder briefly and grabbed the AA12 with his right hand. He took a deep breath and submerged.

After a short swim, he reached out and grabbed the first rung of the ladder, pulling himself up. Swimming was harder than it used to be for him, especially with all his gear weighing on him. Already he could hear the cacophany of several different voices at once. Nestling his shotgun between his legs, he produced some earplugs from his pocket and put them in his ears, then pulled a flashbang from his belt. Pulling the pin, he let it cook in his hand for a moment before tossing overhand onto the deck. The muffled sound of the handheld explosive reached his ears just as he got his shotgun back into his hand. He climbed the rest of the way on board and after taking a brief moment to ensure the AA12 was indeed set to full auto, he began mowing down everyone on deck with a barrage of shotgun blasts.

Once he was certain no one was left alive, the God of Mercs took a quick survey. Dutch wasn't among the bodies. Either he was below deck, or he had gone back to his torpedo boat. Either way, Drake couldn't worry about it now. He had to make sure everyone on this ship understood why it was that he was called a God.

The distant sound of a flashbang going off echoed through Lagoon's torpedo boat.

"What the fuck was that?!" shouted Dutch. He looked over to his employee in the crop top and booty shorts.

"Revy, that came from Hotel Moscow's boat. Let's go check it out." He opened communications on his earpiece. "Benny, me and Revy are gonna go see what that noise was. If we're not back in ten, you know how to operate this thing. You and Rock get outta here and we'll catch up."

Benny's voice came through the other end. "Gotcha, Dutch, You two be careful out there."

Revy was already excited. "Awww yeah! I was hoping for a good shootout today!"

Dutch gave her a concerned look. "You get way too happy at the thought of killing people, you know that?"

Drake made his way below deck where five more of Hotel Moscow's soldiers were waiting. He knew he had used up seven shots out of his twenty-round drum, so that left thriteen. Plenty before he would have to pull out his G36. Taking cover behind a corner while the Ivans laid out a wall of suppressive fire, he was cooking a frag grenade for them. He gave it a toss when the time was right and it went off before they could react to it. He heard three screams of agony. He wheeled out of cover and exterminated the remaining men with one blast each from the AA12.

Ten shots left.