Black Lagoon: Syndicate

Part 3: Dragon Attack

3:30 PM, March 2nd, 1997

Outside of the lodgings, a couple were passing by to go where they were to have "company time" alone. Ritchie Leroy was accompanied by a gorgeous, blonde woman he paid money for not just for the time that was to be also spent, but also to find themselves a proper hotel place on foot, where the place wouldn't reek of rotten flesh or old sweaty socks.

Blonde Prossie: So, where we goin', Rich? I'm not leavin' the Sloppy Swing for nothin' ya know.

Leroy: Relax, honey. I know a nearby place that is quiet an' comfy. Let's not rush things, huh?

Then outside of their expectations, someone had rushed out of Char Kwan's Lodgings through the front entrance and tripped over, resulting in the patron to fall onto a trash can before hitting the road. Literally. Both Leroy and his "gal" were utterly spooked by the Asian lady's exit. Even the townsfolk close by were curious on what made her rush out of the motel in such an urgent way.

Feng: [groans in pain] Mā de! (Shit!)

Blonde Prossie: Holy damn..!

Leroy: Hey girl, you okay there?

Carefully recovering from her fall, Feng was gradually getting herself up on her hands and knees. She had to get out of that stinking place before somebody would come and kill her off, after being bamboozled by Greenback Jane and her group of German hackers.

Leroy: I thought that Char Kwan's was that awful, heh heh. Sorry if it ain't glamorous for yer liking.

Blonde Prossie: Maybe she was in there for the business, too? [giggles]

Seeing that a couple of people were approaching her, Feng was returning to her state of panic as she was already recovering from her tumble. She grabbed hold of the Type-54 handgun that was tucked into the back of her jeans and pulled it out, pointing it at the people who stood close to where she stood.

Feng: GET THE FUCK BACK!! ALL OF YOU, KEEP AWAY FROM ME!!

Blonde Prossie: JESUS FUCK!!

Leroy: SHE'S GOT A GUN!! RUN!!

Leroy and that blonde prossie ran away from Feng as they screamed their own lives before they could end up getting shot up. Some people ran away from the scene, as others stood by in terror, confused on why Feng took out a pistol and pointed it at everyone around her. Several of the townspeople just stared at her whilst smoking their cigs, not really caring what would happen to themselves.

In her panicked state, Feng was breathing heavily as she was trying to think of what to do after leaving Char Kwan's, not wanting to stay in one street for too long, so she had to come up with someplace where to go.

Feng: Tā mā de..! (Damn it..!)

Her eyes were darting around the area, anxiously trying to come up with an idea as she was looking around at people, making sure nobody would try and stop her intention of escaping the city. Then, Feng rushed away from the crowd and left the street as quick as she could until she was out of everyone's sight.

Smoking Hooker: What was that all about?

Dark-Skinned Resident: I really have no fuckin' clue.

Meanwhile, at the Lagoon Dock

In the dock house, the delivery crew were carrying both the supplies and crucial equipment for the trafficking job over to Pattani for the Indonesian buyers. Revy and Carlos were helping out with the heavy-lifting, especially when it came to the gun parts and ammunition in boxes. Benny was carrying a box of full of computer equipment from his office in the dry dock upstairs.