Black Lagoon: Life of a Rogue

Bloodstone

In the headquarters of the Central Intelligence Agency located in Langley, Virginia, there is a bald middle aged Caucasian American man standing in front of his window wearing his casual CIA black suit and tie outfit. His name is Richard Abbott and he is the and the section chief for the Special Activities Division of the agency...and the founder and head of operations of Bloodstone, a black ops program within the CIA and the same program that Aaron Rorke was an operative of but now being hunted by them. Abbott still thinks about Aaron and how much of an asset he was in the program. Suddenly he hears knocks from his door.

"Come in." Said Richard.

Entering his office was Roy Conklin, Field Director of Bloodstone. He is an African American man in his late forties, has short black hair and a mustache and he also wears a black suit and tie.

"What is it, Roy?" Richard asked without looking at him.

"There's something that you need to see."

Roy shares with his boss a photo of Diego Lovelace walking in a market with Roberta.

"Why am I looking at a photo of Diego Lovelace with his son and his maid?"

"You don't understand, Richard. The maid is not just a maid. It's Rosarita Cisneros, former FARC terrorist who earned the name Bloodhound of Florencia. Responsible for all the terrorist activities in Cuba."

The section chief was very interested when Bloodhound of Florencia was in Venezuela with Diego Lovelace...but it's not the only news that Roy has for the section chief.

"You should also take a look at the last picture."

Roy then hands Richard another picture but this time it puts a shock in his face as if he just saw a ghost. It is a picture of Aaron with Roberta sitting in a restaurant talking to each other.

"Aaron Rorke."

"There's a possibility that he and Cisneros are in a relationship." Roy continued.

"Where was this taken?" Richard asked.

"Venezuela a day ago. We have an asset keeping an eye on them."

"Is he still there?"

"Negative. Our asset lost sight of him. As usual, he's a ghost...but that doesn't mean we can't bring him to light."

Richard thought that there was no possible way to find Aaron as they lost sight of him for too long and most likely hoped that he died somewhere. Richard doesn't hesitate to allow Roy to go after Aaron as this is their chance to get him.

"Do what needed to be done."

"Will do. I'll have Grey Fox take care of this." Said Roy.

It is now July 4th 1996...holiday commemorating the Declaration of Independence of the United States of America. Though in Venezuela it's a different type of day as in a town, everyone is gathering at a festival for the celebration of the founding for the MVR (Movement Y Republica). Diego Lovelace is seen arriving as he will give out a speech. Sitting in a car far across from Lovelace and the is Sanchez, an Grey Fox operative of Bloodstone. He is a thirty year old Hispanic American man with brown skin, brown eyes and black hair that is to ears length and has it in a ponytail and is dressed as a Venezulalian citizen.

"Target Alpha has just pulled up." Sanchez reported from his radio. "We're set for Phase 3, over."

"Understood, over." said a man on the other line of comms.

From a far distance away from the there is another group of Grey Fox operatives in a top floor motel room. Looking through a spotter scope with the view of the festival through the window is the second in command of Grey Fox, Raymond Macdougal. He is a caucasian american man in his late forties with brown eyes, brown crew cut haircut and a moustache and wearing a brown jacket over his blue shirt, cargo pants and brown shoes. Standing behind Raymond is the leader of Grey Fox, Shane Caxton. He is a middle aged caucasian american man with a fading blonde military haircut, blue eyes and is dressed in a brown business suit. Shane goes to his radio and starts to give orders while looking through the window.

"Activate Phase 3."

"Copy. Activating Phase." Said a Grey Fox operative on comms.

Suddenly the team could see a large smoke cloud of explosion from the distance when the operatives triggered the explosives.

"Target neutralized." Said an operative on comms.

"Alright. Time to move out." Shane ordered.

The team starts to pack their equipment up and start to leave. Shane continues to stand there looking at the explosion cloud through the window. He felt a bit disgusted and most likely guilty for what he did. He then gives a deep sigh before walking away with his Grey Fox team.

Back in Langley, Richard is in his office in CIA headquarters staring at a photo as he has been doing that for a while. Suddenly his phone started to ring which he answered it and even knew who was calling him.

"Is it done?"

"It's done." Roy replied on the other line. "Everyone is gonna think this is a terrorist hit. I've already got the team deployed to Roanapur to await further instructions."

"Good. Now we need to get in contact with the FARC commander so that we could make a deal...I believe he and his men would be thrilled that we have found their rogue bloodhound."

"Copy. I'll call back when it's done."

The call ends when Roy hangs the phone up. Richard continues to sit in his chair and look back at the photo of a young Native American teenage boy which is Aaron back when he was younger. In the photo he looks a bit sad knowing on his first day, Aaron was a bit unsure about joining the CIA for Bloodstone though the agency trained him hard to be their perfect weapon. It's wasted since Aaron betrayed the agency and Richard and Bloodstone must put him down.

"Wish it didn't have to come to this, Rorke."