2 hours had passed since the Lagoon left the dock. Dutch followed the coast of Thailand down to Singapore and was now heading up the coast of Kuala Lumpur.

In Benny's room, Rock and Benny just finished putting the case back on the tower to Benny's computer.

"That oughta do it." Benny said as he flicked a switch bringing several lights to illuminate on the front of the tower.

"Benny, you up yet?" Dutch called over Benny's earpiece.

Benny raised a hand to his earpiece, "Computer's booting up now. Is everything alright?"

"I've got something on the nav, looking for confirmation."

Benny's computer came on-line finally, "Alright!" He again raised his hand to his ear, "We're up Dutch, just gimme a sec…" The screen refreshed revealing 3 boats headed their way, "…alright, looks like 3 boats but they're too far out to get a bead on them. You think they're the guys we're looking for?"

"I'll bet on it. Look how close together they're huddled; no reason for that unless they're traveling together. Rock?"

"Gotcha Dutch." Rock replied pressing his finger to his earpiece.

"Wake Revy up. Tell her to put on her dancin' shoes."

Rock chuckled, "Aye-aye captain."

As per his usual, Rock carefully approached Revy as she slept. Sure they were in a bit of a hurry, but he knew better than to simply kick her bed to wake her up.

"Revy?" He gave her a shake and she rolled onto her back still asleep.

He smiled devilishly and leaned over to her now exposed neck and once again nibbled at it. A smile formed on her face and she gracefully woke from her sleep wrapping her arms around him, "Round two?"

"Not just yet. We're closing in on the boats and Dutch needs you to get ready."

She stretched out, pushed herself upright and stood from the bed. Opening the door to one of her storage compartments revealed a mess of weapons.

She flicked her M79 open checking the breech and asked, "Hey Rock can you get me a few shells?"

"What's the magic word?"

"Now?" Revy didn't guess so much as order.

Rock frowned, "Right."

"Love you!" Revy shouted as Rock walked to the supply closet.

A few minutes later, Rock and Revy appeared on the bridge; Rock toting a sandwich while Revy carried her M79 and a new gun; a Beretta M93R with a lengthened barrel and magazine.

Dutch turned taking notice of the new weapon she carried, "When'd you get that?"

She raised the gun into view, "Old man Praiyachat had it layin' around. When I picked up the new cutlass a few weeks ago I saw it and asked him to prep it for me. He switched it to full-auto only, and made a 40 round box for it. Said if I liked it he'd make me one from scratch, Inox just like my boys."

"You sure you want to try that out on this job?"

"I'll never know what it can do if I don't throw it into the fire. Besides, I always have my cutlass." Revy replied.

The boats came into view and Dutch ordered, "You better get top-side Revy. They'll be on top of us in a just a few seconds."

As she went to head up to the deck Rock grabbed her wrist, "Be careful please."

She smiled, "Just relax Rocky baby."

She took hold of his tie and used it to carefully pull him to her. Their lips locked together for a few seconds before she pulled away to head out onto the deck.

"I'll be right back." She reassured.

After she closed the door to the bridge, Dutch couldn't help but comment, "Gotta hand it to ya Rock. I don't know how you did it, but she's been a different person since you two started this relationship."

"Good or bad different?"

"Good if you asked me. She's still the two-hands we know and fear, but you've given her something she needed."

"What's that?"

"A reason to keep on living; that's a powerful asset for a gunslinger."

"How so?"

"Let me put it to you like this; Normally, I try not to worry about Revy when she goes out to handle shit like this. Now that she's got someone she's in love with to come back to, I just don't worry."

"What do you mean, why not?" Rock asked.

Dutch smiled, "Because now she's actually got a reason to come back. Shit, wouldn't surprise me if she shows off for you too. She'll probably be more graceful than Giselle when she wastes those fuckers out there. To be honest, I can hardly wait to see what she does; it oughta be exquisite."

As one of the boats came within range, Revy smiled as she locked the M79 and clicked her walkman on.

Under the lights where we stand tall

The incoming boats were perhaps 30 feet long and 10 feet wide. As Chang said, a 50-caliber machine gun sat on the deck while several men lined the sides of the ship, albeit growing in preparation as the Lagoon approached.

Showdown, shootout, spread fear within, without

Revy's smile tightened and she took aim with the M79. She clicked off a single shell blowing a hole in the front of the boat as it barreled towards the Lagoon. The 50-cal was obliterated and many of the men were simply knocked into the ocean from the blast. As the damaged boat closed in, she reloaded the M79, slipped it across her back and racked the 93R before leaping to the boat's deck; then the real assault began.

You see us comin' and you altogether run for cover

As she landed, she drew one of her cutlass and her movements were mechanical in their precision as she laid down a massive wave of articulate suppressing fire. Several men closing in on her, she holstered the 93R and reached behind her to grab the M79. From 7 feet, the shell blew pieces of the men clean off the boat in a mess of smoke, flames and gore.

We're takin' over this town

The spent M79 shell fell to the ground as she observed the deck, not a soul left in sight. She reached to her earpiece, "I'm movin' onto the next one, put this one at the bottom of the ocean for me, would'ya Dutch?"

Here we come reach for your gun

Walking to the edge of the deck, she casually reloaded the M79 and cutlass and once again took out the 50-caliber before making the leap to the next boat. A similar scene unfolded and she proceeded to the last boat. As she came to the last man standing on the deck of the last boat, she found herself in a familiar situation.

"Please don't shoot!" The lone sailor pleaded.

"There a captain on this boat?" Revy asked.

"He's below deck, but plea…" She cut him off with a gunshot to the head. At least she spared him from drowning.

Step aside we're the cowboys from hell

She descended the deck to find the captain of the last boat alive and terrified; he too quickly raised his hands in submission, "Don't shoot!"

"You the captain?"

"Yes, captain, me captain yes!"

"Good, I got a message for your friends back home. Tell'em Roanapur is closed for business and that none of your buddies who're already there will be coming home for Christmas."

"I tell them, please no shoot!"

Revy drew the 93R and obliterated the boat's radio before climbing back to the deck.

Again she reached to her ear, "We're good Dutch."

"You leave one alive to relay Chang's message?"

"Yep."

"Good girl." Dutch replied as he pulled the Lagoon alongside the boat. Revy climbed onto the Lagoon's deck and clicked her Walkman off.