"Mă întreb dacă au fost tratați vreodată cu acest miros. (I wonder if they were ever treated to this scent.)"
"Mirosul vieții care curge din corp. (The smell of life flowing out from the body.)"
"Mirosul de rugina si sare de mare. (The scent of rust and sea salt.)"
"Mirosul ultimei respirații a unui bărbat. (The smell of a man's last breath.)"
"E adevarat. Suntem foarte norocoși, sora mai mare. (It's true. We're very fortunate, elder sister.)"
"Mă întreb cât de mult timp oamenii din acest oraș încep să se miște. (I wonder how long before the people of this city start to move.)
"Aceasta este a opta noastră. Cred că am ucis câțiva pe care nu am plănuit să ucidem. Toată lumea va veni să încerce să ne omoare acum. Chiar nu pot să aștept, sora mai mare. (This is our eighth. I guess we did kill a few we didn't plan on killing. Everyone will be coming to try and kill us now. I really can't wait, elder sister.)"
"Da, frățioare. Nici eu nu pot să aștept. (Yes, little brother. I can't wait either.)"
Two small figures in shadows in the room, filled with dozens of dead men in suits, filling with bloods, bullets and body parts, they just stared at them, then chuckles very sinister.
September 19, 1993...it is now a raining night in Roanapur...though this is a land of crime...but things have gotten bad for some reason. Rock and Revy are at the Lagoon Company office relaxing until the phone started ringing and Rock walks over to the phone and answered.
"Hello, Lagoon Company...Oh, hi, Mr. Boris...What?...Okay... so the meeting is cancelled...oh alright then." Rock hang up the phone.
"What's up, Rock?" Dutch asked.
"Looks like the meeting's been cancelled." Rock answered. "He didn't say why, but I guess something must've come up."
Revy and Dutch then have a thought why Hotel Moscow had to cancel the meeting.
"Dutch...you think it's that?"
"Probably." Dutch answered. "And I'm pretty sure that won't end well."
"What are you talking about?" Questioned Rock.
"What the fuck...you seriously haven't heard anything about this?!" Asked Revy.
"No, I-"
"There's been a bunch of murders."
"Not to sound callous, but homicides aren't unusual in this city."
"Yeah, I know murder isn't exactly front page news. But when they're targeting Hotel Moscow, that's a different story."
With that said, it surprised Rock. Someone's attacking Hotel Moscow?
"They found five corpses, all with ties to the Russians, and that's just in the last month." Revy said as she reading her magazine while laying down on the couch.
"Revy, that information is out of date. There's six now." Dutch added.
"In any case, it means some asshole's tryin' to pour gas on an open flame. And you can be sure that in this city where the balance of power walks a tightrope on its fuckin' hands, we'll all be knee-deep in blood before this ends."
The four mob branches of Roanapur got together in a secret hideout. Abrego of the Colombian Cartel with two of his men behind him, Verrocchio of the Italian Mob with two of his men behind him, Mr. Chang of the Triad with two of his men behind him and Balalaika of Hotel Moscow and standing behind her are Boris and Nathaniel.
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Black Lagoon: Life of a Rogue
FanfictionA rogue Central Intelligence agent now joins a mercenary for hire service group that works whoever and even work for a Russian Mafia, a Triad, cartel and even work for governments in a city called Roanapur and will face many dangerous situations and...
