Black Lagoon: The Island of Lost Souls

3 ‐ In The Line Of Fire

"Hey! Wake up, shithead!"  Said a familiar voice by Dustin's bedside, which was then followed by a rough kick to the metal bedframe. That was enough to wake Dustin up, who put a hand to his face and grunted.

"That definitely isn't Rock, shouting in my ear and kicking my damn bedframe.." He said tiredly, obviously not used to Revy's rather brash ways of waking people up.

"Yeah, no fucking shit. Get up and get on some fresh clothes, brit. It's gonna be a boots on the ground day for you." Revy said back to him, standing over the bed and placing a hand on her heel as she tapped her boot on the floor. Dustin would sit up in bed, looking over at her as he stood up and stretched. "Boots on the ground..?"

"Is your memory shot, or what? Your initiation is today. Dutch is gonna have you tag along for our job so he can see if you're actually worth keeping." Revy replied, staring at Dustin as he reached into the nearby drawer, putting on a white t-shirt, some black cargo pants, and socks. "Oh, right, the job.. what's the debrief on that, anyways?"

"We're going to be monitoring a weapons shipment that's going from Hotel Moscow's hands into some pathetic Colombian cartel, or some shit. I'm not sure what position Dutch has sorted out for you, anyways."

"Hotel Moscow?"  Dustin asked, raising an eyebrow out of curiosity.

"Oh, right.. Hotel Moscow is one of the most powerful crime organizations here in Roanapur, right alongside the Chinese Triads. They're all ex-vets, soldiers with a thirst for blood and a very fucking strong code of honor.. and their boss is Balalaika.. you're soon to meet her, if you're smart enough to save your ass today." Revy replied, as Dustin nodded in response.

"Alright, that's enough bullshit. Take whatever you need, because we're getting out of here early. Dutch will explain the rest when we get on the boat." Revy said once more, before turning and leaving the room. As he put on his boots, Dustin would sigh as he heard they were boarding another boat. "A boat, huh..? Now that's a sick sense of humor.."

WATERS OF ROANAPUR
DUTCH'S PT BOAT

"So Dustin, you sleep well?" Asked Dutch casually from the front of his PT boat, as he manned the controls and kept it straight as they cruised through the crystal blue waters that surrounded Roanapur City. Dustin sat farther in the back, with Rock and Revy standing in the middle. "Yeah, you could say so." Dustin replied, running a hand through his messy hair, trying to fix it.

"Good.. you're going to need the energy. Did you tell him everything he needed to know, Two Hands?" Dutch said to Revy now, who nodded in response. "Yeah. All he needs now is to hear what position he's taking in this shit."

"Alright, Dustin.. for this job you're going to be doing two things, and two things only. As we ship the weapon crates in the back to our Colombian friends, you're gonna be watching the dock and everyone on it, even anyone that isn't directly involved. You're also gonna make sure that the papers from Balalaika are signed the buyer. He's a big, tanned and burly man, it'll be hard to miss him. You got that, Brit?" Dutch said, looking over at Dustin from where he was sitting.

"Yeah, I hear you. Hope this shit will be an in and out sort of deal, I'm still tired and it's my second day being here." Dustin replied, cracking his knuckles as he walked up towards the control board. Peeking through the windshield, he could see a small port just ahead, with a few boats docked around it. "This the spot?"

"It sure is.. Revy, Rock. Get your asses up on the deck and get those crates. There should be a crew waiting for us. And Dustin, you're gonna keep an eye on Two Hands and Rock, and make sure no unnecessary bullshit goes down. You bring a gun with you?"

"Yeah, Revy gave me a spare. Browning Hi-Power." Dustin replied, lifting his shirt to show the handgun tucked down in his pants. "And don't worry, I brought an extra mag in case I needed it."