Black Lagoon: The Grim Gunman (Male OC Story and Male OC X Revy!)

Grim Gunman: Part 15 [Moonlit Hunting Grounds]

10:22 PM, July 1st, 1994

It was a calming night for the Lagoon Company. They were searching for the Neo-Nazis who took off with the Brunhilde Painting they were meant to easily take from the sub and sell it to some Spanish, Nazi-supporting merchant. So far, the search had been going on for hours. The two gunslingers had settled down, but this didn't break the tension between the two. Revy was sitting down at the front of the PT boat, not doing much but having some quiet alone time. Tony was in the bridge, along with Rock and Dutch, drinking a can of bear. He was sitting down on a bench, still pondering why Revy would get so bothered on having her life saved. Rock was sitting on the opposite bench, eating canned food with a dry towel over his shoulders that he used after he and the others took off their scuba diving gear. As for Dutch, he was driving his boat so he can lookout for the Neo-Nazi bastards in their ship.

Rock: [curiously] Are you gonna eat something, Tony? You haven't eaten anything for hours.

Tony: Nah, I'm not eatin' any of that awful shit. Besides, I'm not hungry. [gulps down his beer before tossing it away]

Rock: Ok, if you say so.

Tony: [I've got two fuckin' problems to deal with now..! First, the bitch I'm tryin' to convince about how daft her suicide plan was, and second, the fuckin' Nazi-lovin' cunts with the painting! I'm gonna show those facist shits that I'm not to be fucked over!]

Dutch: What is it with that painting? I mean, there's not much we can do with these guys have bad taste in politics and even the worst taste for art. But still, coming all the way out here with that kind of equipment and weaponry is not something you can do without a lot of money.

Rock: Their investment is way out of proportion to their objectives. Or... wait a minute. Talk about spending too much money for the job... Hmm... so that's it.

While he was listening on to the conversation, Tony began smoking one of his cigs.

Dutch: You're pretty smart, Rock. Sounds familiar, huh?

Tony: What are you on about?

Dutch: [grins] We've been hired to find that same painting, and we're getting a lotta cash to do it.

Tony: [exhales smoke] So, their reason to grab that art piece isn't that dissimilar to ours, then. Still, they'd also find it for their own cause.

Rock: You'd think it was valuable. But we're talking about an artist who's virtually unknown.

Tony: I don't bloody care if it was Max Beckmann or Adolf fuckin' Hitler. It's still Nazi propaganda to those sick bastards out there.

Dutch: Well hopefully, that mystery is gonna get solved tonight.

Rock: I have a bad feeling about this.

Tony: I know, Rock. This is all too shifty. (I seriously don't like this shit one damn bit.)

In his own thoughts, Tony hung his head down whilst scratching his head. He was gonna have to deal with vermin once the crew found them in the middle of nowhere.

Dutch: Tony, if you're not gonna eat anything, you might as well get Revy something to eat.

Tony: [scoffs] Why me? Why would I wanna feed that miserable bitch after she badmouthed me for savin' her bloody skin?

Dutch: Because, you have enough guts to stand up to her, as for as I know. And go tell her they don't deliver pizza out here. So she'll have to give in and eat something out of a can.

Tony: [sighs] Alright, fine. [stands up from bench] I might as well do somethin' than do nothin'.

Tony picked up a can of baked beans by his feet before stepping out of the bridge to give Revy canned food. He walked up to where Revy was; siting down at the front of the boat in a gloomy presence. A trail of smoke leaving from her cigarette she was smoking. Even when she heard the Northern man's steps, Revy didn't bother to face him.