Gunsmith Cats Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction / Black Lagoon Fan Fiction ❯ Night Angels: Aftermath and Beyond ❯ Pt. 1: Revy's Homecoming ( Chapter 1 )
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Night Angels: Aftermath and Beyond – Pt. 1 “Revy’s Homecoming”
Hellsing/Gunsmith Cats/Black Lagoon fanfiction
By Elwin ‘Blaine’ Coldiron – bigkwell@gmail.com, bigkwell@hotmail.com, and bigkwell@netscape.com
“Hellsing” and characters are created by Kohta Hirano, and is the property of Shounen Gahousha/Dark Horse Comics, Geneon Universal/Wild Geese/Satelight/Madhouse Studios, and Geneon Entertainment and FUNimation Entertainment, a Navarre company. “Gunsmith Cats” and characters are created by Kenichi Sonoda, and is the property of Kodansha/Dark Horse Comics, Vap/Tokyo Broadcasting, and Sentai Filmworks, and “Black Lagoon”, created by Rei Hiroe and is the property of Shogakukan/Viz Media, Geneon Universal, Madhouse Studios and Geneon Entertainment and FUNimation Entertainment, a Navarre company. I do not own neither series, nor the characters. I just write the fiction.
AUTHOR’S NOTE – this fanfiction covers the reasons why Revy found herself in the temporary employ of the Hellsing Organization, as depicted at the end ‘Night Angels Omakes’. However, I’m taking an unusual turn with this – beginning at the end, with the return of ‘Two-Hand Revy’ to Roanapur after a year and a half in London.
Thus said – ON WITH THE FIC!!!
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It was approaching the monsoon season at a small airstrip in Thailand, where a private jet had deposited its passenger for the return trip to Roanapur. Looking up to the gradually-clouding skies, said passenger – Revy – couldn’t help but to feel at ease upon returning to her adopted country, as she waited for her ride to show-up. Bidding the crew of the jet goodbye, she watched as their fueling was completed and they took-off to beat the coming storms. She then got herself a cigarette; she couldn’t smoke on the plane, and looked at her surroundings. “Heh – just as shitty as before!” she said to herself. “Still, there’s no place like home.”
A few minutes later, a familiar-looking late 1960’s orange Dodge Charger drove alongside Revy. Lighting up, she picked-up her duffel bag and made her way to the passenger side – and nearly dropped both bag and cigarette in surprise.
“Nice seeing you again, Revy!” came the cheerful greeting from Rokuro Okajima, or Rock as was commonly known. But the surprise wasn’t the fact that Rock had greeted her, but the fact he was wearing the Hawaiian-print shirt that Revy bought him when he first joined the Lagoon Company – the one he constantly complained that was meant as ‘some form of punishment’, rather than his omnipresent white shirt and black tie!
To say the least, Revy gave her fellow employee a good looking over. “So what is this all about, Rock?” she grumbled half-heartedly, but with a smile. “Thinking about fucking with my head?”
“Well… I figured that I needed a special occasion to wear this,” the former salaryman began. “And… since I knew you were returning after a year and a half in England…”
“Okay, okay, I got it, Rock!” she laughed. But still the Chinese girl was impressed. “So this is a special occasion. How about we make everyday a special occasion?” she added sarcastically.
Rock thought for a bit. “I think that’s stretching it a bit, Revy. After all, I’m still an employee and like to make myself presentable.”
“Yeah, yeah, same shit as before,” replied Revy, waiving her hand. “By the way, where the fuck is Dutch and Benny?”
“Oh that?” Now Rock looked a bit disappointed. “Seems that… there was this last-minute job that came up suddenly, nothing dangerous mind you. But it wasn’t going to last too long, so Dutch and Benny had to take the Black Lagoon out this afternoon. But Dutch told me to pick you up just the same.”
It was now Revy’s turn to be disappointed. “Yeah.” She then kicked-over a small rock absently. “Fuck! I was hoping that Dutch was going to organize a big ‘Welcome Home’ party, with all the bitching he made about me being in London all this time.”
“Well then, there’s no reason that we can celebrate your return, now is there?” Rock offered in his usual optimistic tone.
“Yeah… why not?” the girl replied, a small smile on her face. “Wait right there, Rock.” Revy then unzipped her duffel bag and pulled out her holsters and put them on. “If we’re going to the Yellow Flag, it’s best to be ready in case some shit goes down.” Rock didn’t answer, instead watching Revy place the duffel bag inside the back seat before leaving the airfield.
XXX
By the time the two arrived at the Yellow Flag Bar on the island of Roanapur, the distant rumbling of thunder was heard in the distance, and flashes of lightning was seen as well. “We better get inside, Revy,” Rock said, looking with concern at the changing weather as he exited the car. “From the looks of it, the rain’ll be on top of us within the hour.”
Revy had already exited and was making her way to the door. “Whatever, Rock,” she said as her hands began to part the double doors, “just so long is you’re paying for the rum. Hope Dutch and Benny have the good sense to head back to shore before…”
“SURPRISE!!!”
Revy stopped flat in her tracks as party-poppers and loud cheers greeted her. Above the bar, a large banner had been strung across it’s length, the words ‘Welcome Home, Revy!!!’ written in both English and Thai. Inside, Dutch, Benny and the other patrons waived to the surprised mercenary, along with Balalaika of Hotel Moscow and Bai Ji-Shin Chang of the Triad. And others were there as well – Shenhua, the Taiwanese assassin was there, along with her occasional partner Frederica Sawyer, a.k.a. ‘The Cleaner’. Bao, the Yellow Flag’s often-cranky bartender and owner, also had a smile on his face. Even Eda of the Church of Violence was there, although not wearing her nun’s habit.
“Welcome back, Two-Hand!” the muscular African-American crowed as he handed Revy a glass of rum. “Hope you’re thirsty – because I’ll have you know that I am waiting for you and Rock so that we can get this party started!”
“This place has been quite boring without having you around, Revy,” the blonde technician added, enjoying the surprised look on her face.
Confused, Revy looked from left-to-right, both at her boss and fellow employee. “But… but,” she sputtered, “Rock said… that you had this job…”
“Oh that?” Dutch laughed. “Well, that was Rock’s idea of giving you this surprise party when you got back.”
“Yeah,” Benny added. “We had this planned for the last six months. Would’ve had this sooner if you didn’t have to work those extra months. But hey, at least it was an excuse to put the final touches to the party, so when we got that e-mail from Moria telling us you were headed home from England, we could get everything together without all the hassle of last minute… if you get what I mean.”
“Oh… is that it?” All of a sudden, Revy shout Rock a somewhat-hostile glare as she walked up to him. “So,” she said in a menacing voice, “all that bullshit about a ‘last-minute job’ was just to have my fucking guard down for this surprise party – isn’t it, Rock?”
To be sure, the former salaryman looked uneasily at his fellow employee. “Well… s-sorry I had to do that, Revy! But then again… it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you… right?” By the way Revy was looking at him, Rock was worried if he was about to get the clobbering of his life…
… Until Revy grabbed him in a headlock and started giving him a painful noogie! But she was laughing as she did! “You little shit!” she gleefully roared. “You sure know how to make a girl feel fucking good!”
“OW, OW, OW, OWWWWW!!!” Rock was struggling to get out of Revy’s grasp as she continued to apply pressure upon the top of his head. “REVY, KNOCK IT OFF!!! THAT HURTS!!” And so forth as he vainly tried to escape her grasp.
Everyone in the Yellow Flag had a laugh seeing this. Shenhua, her steps as graceful as a panther, walked over to Bao, smiling. “It seems Twinkie like big surprise Dumbass set-up for her welcome home,” she purred, still smiling.
“Yeah,” the Vietnamese bartender replied as he chuckled, “but I’m certain that Rock wishes Revy would find some other way of expressing her enthusiasm! That way looks absolutly painful!”
“Oh whatever, Bao,” Shenhua replied, “it big fun anyway.”
XXX
After they were able to get Revy settled down, the party finally got into gear. During the time, a couple of the patrons got into a scuffle, but stopped when Bao threatened to make them pay for any damages to the bar their fight produced. But mainly those present simply had a good time. Many of them did press the Chinese girl for details about her adventures in London, but she brushed them off, and those who continued got a snarled threat from her, so they backed down.
After about two hours of this celebration, the party finally began to wind down, mainly on account of the rain outside was coming down in buckets and they wanted to get home before getting too drenched.
Shenhua and Sawyer were among those to take off. “Look Twinkie,” the Taiwanese woman said, gathering an umbrella, “like to stay and chat further, but have to get to bed early. Lotton say he have big job waiting for us, and we need to be alert for it.”
“Whatever, Chinglish, whatever,” Revy replied. “What about you, Sawyer, the same?”
“I’m afraid so,” the petite disposal expert said, the artificial larynx she carried giving her voice a mechanical quality. “Got to get the blades of my saw sharpened, just in case.” Soon, the two hurried back to their car.
“And I’ve got to get back to the church as well,” Eda added, “before Sister Yolanda bitches me out for taking too much time off the job.” Grabbing a portable poncho from the handbag she carried her gun in, she made for the door as well. “See you later, Two-Hand!”
“Hopefully not too soon,” Revy muttered. Granted, she had a great deal of respect for the former C.I.A. agent, but thought of her as too sleazy – especially around Rock.
Quite soon, there were only the Lagoon Company, the two crimelords, Bao, and a couple of the regulars left – and Bao began to hustle the two out. “Alright, guys,” he grumbled, “you two go find someplace else to get plastered!”
“Why?” one of them complained. “They’re still here!”, pointing to the others – until Balalaika stood up.
“This has now become a ‘private’ party, if you gentlemen follow my meaning,” the blonde Russian began, carefully eyeing the now-trembling men. “I own a few places downtown that might be of use to you.” She then presented one of her redesigned ‘Bougainvillea Trading Company’ business cards, a necessity since the rampage of the Vampire Twins. “Here… present this to the bartender and tell him the drinks are on my tab. Just don’t get the more expensive stuff.”
“Uh… sure thing, t-t-thank you, Balalaika!” the other said, accompanying his companion at a rather accelerated pace.
As soon as the two ran out of the bar, Bao managed to lock the door behind them. “There, everything’s taken care of,” he said.
Chang was chuckling, mostly of the aplomb Balalaika exhibited in removing the men. “I must admit,” he finally said, “even I wouldn’t handled that situation the way you did!”
The scarred Russian just shrugged her shoulders. “What is it to say, Chang? It’s a talent, I guess!”
“Right, Sis… or maybe they thought you would ‘take care’ of their families if they didn’t back down!” Revy laughed as Bao began to set-up several tables and drinks at the center of the bar as to form one big table, for which now the Lagoon Company, Balalaika, Chang – and Bao began to sit at.”
“You don’t really have to do this, Mr. Bao,” Balalaika said, noting that the bartender was taking a seat.
“I do,” the Vietnamese man said. “I was a part of this little thing since the beginning, on account of that bit caused by that bitch Radinov and those zombies she made some months before that shit in London and D.C. happened.”
“I’m just as curious as the rest of you about the whole thing, too,” Dutch added, sitting down with the others. “When Sir Integra called and asked you to come down, I tried to press her on the details about what fucking happened there, but all I got from her was that she couldn’t tell everything over an unsecured line.”
“I’ve asked Integra the same thing, and gotten the same answer, Dutch,” Chang added, taking off his sunglasses. “However, she did say that Rebecca can fill us in when she returns.” Looking at Revy, along with everyone else, he added, “So how about it… what exactly happened there? Was it a big fire like the news agencies reported about – or was it something else?”
Revy paused for a bit, looking at the glass of rum in her hands. Draining half the glass, she set it down and finally said, “Yeah… why not?” Lighting up a new cigarette, she took a puff to relax herself first. “Actually, I’m a little surprised that bullshit story Sir Integra concocted was actually believed! Okay, it’s truth time!”
The others listened intensely as Revy began. “Y’know, Bossman,” she indicated to Chang, “you’re right – it was something else! It… was… war!”
“War?” Dutch repeated. “You’ve got to be shitting me?”
Revy nodded in agreement. “Yup, war… complete with bombs, shooting, casualties and all that fun stuff! And the Hellsing Organization was neck-deep in that shit!”
“Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me, Rebecca,” Chang observed, nodding. “So who was it that Hellsing was fighting – Iscariot?”
“Oh please,” the Chinese girl snorted, “those Catholic fucks only got into it when it was well underway – although they did cause major-league shit when they did! No, they didn’t start it. What started the whole fucking thing was – Nazis!”
“You’ve got to be kidding me?” the Jewish Benny gasped, astounded. “You mean to say it was another neo-Nazi group, like the ones you and Dutch blew to hell some months back over that painting you and Rock got from that U-boat?”
“Oh those guys me and Dutch took care of were fucking pussies compared to these guys!” Revy dismissed. “These weren’t any neo-group at all – they were the real thing!”
Rock blanched. “Revy… are… are you telling us…?”
“Yeah Rock, I’m talking about REAL Nazis… from World War fucking II no less, all goose-stepping, war-monging, Heil Hitler and all that shit! The only difference – almost all of were those chipped FREAKs like Radinov was, just not as good as that bitch was!”
During this description, Chang was silent, his eyes closed. “Nazi vampires, eh?” he finally said.
Balalaika noticed. “You know something, Chang?” she politely demanded.
“Not offhand, Balalaika… just remembering a little something my father once told me – and he got his information from Sir Arthur, Sir Integra’s father!” Straightening himself, he continued with, “What Sir Arthur told my dad was – around World War II, his intelligence caught wind of a secret organization within the Nazi SS, which involved creating artificial vampires; Millennium it was called.”
Everyone’s attention was glued as the Triad leader further embellished the story. “Now here’s the story – their main laboratory was situated in occupied Warsaw. Right about the time the last of the Jewish community there decided the better part of valor was to fight for their lives rather than be taken to the next cattle-car train to Auschwitz, was when Arthur sent-in Walter and Alucard to break-up Millennium’s operation there, as well as another person, a werewolf named Kenneth Hedgley acting as clean-up. From what Dad told me, those three had managed to wipe-out their labs just in time for the Nazis to break-up the Warsaw Uprising, thus eliminating the threat.”
“Impressive story, Chang… but apparently they only forestalled their plans, if the devastation in London and Washington D.C. was any indication,” Balalaika observed.
“Obviously,” Chang replied, nodding his head.
“Now wait a minute, something about this doesn’t make sense,” Bao interjected. “Why would these Nazi bastards bother with someone the likes of Radinov to do their dirty work?” He then looked over to Balalaika and added, “Didn’t the Nazis think of Russians as not worthy of being called ‘human’, closer to a waste of flesh?”
“You are quite correct, Mr. Bao,” replied the Russian. “My wager is that the chip that they implanted into Bloody Pierce was a prototype – and she was regarded as nothing more than a guinea pig! Believe me, I have no love for a monster like Bloody Pierce… but in this case, she does have my sympathies.”
Chang then leaned over to Revy and asked, “Did Walter had any theories on how Millennium survived, Rebecca?”
“Didn’t get a chance to ask him,” replied Revy, “on account of this Walter guy had fucking died after back-stabbing Hellsing during the whole shitfest and then fighting for Millennium.”
Chang blanched. “Walter… betraying Hellsing? That can’t be possible!” he gasped. “Walter was possibly Hellsing’s most loyal members! He couldn’t possibly betray them!”
“Well I’m afraid that’s the truth, Bossman. Seems the old fuck had been feeding these Nazi bastards information about what was going on within Hellsing at the same time he was serving Sir Integra tea and crumpets. My guess is he’s been doing this ever since WWII.
“Worst thing though – Millennium backstabbed him by sending Alucard, Hellsing’s big vampire guy that Walter was fighting at the time to some limbo! Walter then went and became the good guy again and died bringing these Nazi bastards down.” Revy then mashed the cigarette she was smoking into the ashtray and added, “Even with that vampire chip in his head, they couldn’t ultimately keep him under their leash.”
“Alucard’s gone, too?” Chang relaxed in his chair, a glum look on his face. “No wonder Integra wanted you! Even with Rally and Seras, they certainly would be overwhelmed!”
“Oh I wouldn’t be too bummed about them,” smirked Revy. “You all remember that maid that kicked my ass – Moria?” Everyone nodded. “Well, seems that after they went back to London after the Radinov bit, she discovered from her old man Kenneth that she was a werewolf!”
“Moria… a werewolf?” gasped Rock. “She never told me that in her e-mails!” That got him a smack in the head by Revy.
“Well no fucking duh, Rock! Do you think she’s stupid enough to blurt that out where someone else could read it besides YOU!?!” the Chinese girl snarled. “And Seras – she’s changed too, turned into a female version of that vampire Bossman knew! And they also got this kid who’s got radical moves as well!”
For the better part of this discussion, Dutch had listened carefully. Then he asked his question. “Revy, you never mentioned about the Wild Geese – and Pip! What about them?”
“You’re not going to like this, Dutch,” Revy replied sullenly. “These Nazi bastards also hit the Hellsing Organization where they live – hard! About three-quarters of the original Geese and their recruits are now buried in the lawn outside the mansion.”
Dutch felt his insides twisting. “And Pip?” he asked tentively.
“Dead as well. Sorry, Dutch.”
His head slumping, Dutch was alone with his thought on the death of his occasional drinking buddy. “Fuck. Y’know… I was one who never thought Pip was going to buy it. He was so lucky, he would give the Irish a run for their money. Oh well, I guess it was bound to happen one of these days, so I shouldn’t be too surprised.” He then leaned back in his chair, “Still, I’m going to miss that little French turd.”
“Don’t worry about it too much, Dutch,” said Revy, smiling. “When I left that place, they were even stronger than they were when the whole shit happened. Integra’s got her new army whipped into shape, Seras and Rally are there when something really heavy goes down – and if they need help, they still got Moria and Bridgett to back them up!”
“Bridgett?” Balalaika asked. “Oh, you mean the new girl you mentioned! What is so special about her?”
“Well sis… the kid’s got the same powers as a vampire, only not quite a vampire herself. More like in-between a vampire and a human.”
“A dhampir then?” Chang mused. “Well, from what you’ve told us, it looks like Hellsing’s on their way to showing any rogues their butts for years to come!”
“Yeah but that’s a story for someone else,” Dutch said. “Right now, I would like to propose a toast to Revy – on her return to the Lagoon Company and her friends!”
Quite suddenly, Revy held up her hand. “Dutch, you know I don’t like sentimental bullshit, so I’d pass on the toast.” But a smile graced her features, “But you know what – I know someone better to toast!”
“Really?” Benny observed. “Then I suggest we refill our glasses and make that toast!”
Everyone agreed, and soon everyone’s glasses was filled with their favorite alcoholic libation, whereas Revy had stood and raised her glass of rum. “If you guys don’t mind, I would like to make this.”
“I have no argument, Revy,” Rock replied.
“Same here, Two-Hand,” added Dutch. “It’s your suggestion, anyway.”
Smiling, Revy waited until everyone stood. “Okay – here’s to the guys that deserves this toast – the Hellsing Organization! May they continue kicking the motherfuckers’ asses and taking down their names for years to come!”
“To Hellsing!” Everyone then clinked their glasses.
SIXTEEN MONTHS PRIOR…
“Aw fuck! Why the hell do I have to be the one to go? Why don’t we send Rock to London rather than me?” Revy complained loudly as Benny drove the Charger to the airfield.
“It was because Sir Integra specifically asked for you, not Rock!” the blonde tech replied calmly. “Besides Revy, Rock’s up to his neck in paperwork from the last month, so he has to get that all straightened-up if we’re going to be showing any profits.”
“Whatever, Benny, whatever!” the Chinese girl grumbled. “I just got this feeling that London’s going to be fucking colder than Tokyo was!”
“In that case,” Benny added, “you might consider a better choice of clothing than what you wore there. I got a look of that cowgirl outfit you wore in Tokyo and I know you can do better than that. Maybe a modification of what you’re wearing now?”
Revy gave it some though. “I guess,” was all she said. As soon as they got to the airstrip, though, her attitude changed. “Is that the private jet that Hellsing bitch chartered?” she asked, amazed.
The Charger stopped at the fence outside the airstrip, where a mid-sized aircraft bearing R.A.F. livery was parked. “Looks to me like a military version of the Bombardier Global Express ultra-long range business jet, something like what command personnel would ride,” Benny observed, taking note of the jet. “I guess Sir Integra want you to travel first-class to London.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Revy got out of the Charger as well as Benny, who opened the trunk to get Revy’s duffle bag. “Hopefully this’ll be over in a week, so I might as well get this fucking over with!” Gathering up the bag, the two made their way to the gate.
But as soon as they arrived, one of the R.A.F. officers with the jet challenged them. “Pardon me, you wouldn’t happen to be Rebecca Xiang, the passenger we’re taking to London?” he asked Revy.
“Yeah. So what’s your fucking problem?” Revy grumbled.
“None whatsoever,” the officer replied. “Now if you’ll just hand your guns to me…” But as soon as he uttered the words, he found himself nose-to-muzzle with one of Revy’s chromed Berettas.
“Tough shit, you limey bastard,” the Chinese girl snarled. “They stay with me!”
Benny panicked, running behind the Charger. “REVY, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?!” he yelled from behind the car.
“SERGEANT MAJOR!!” one of the minor officers called out, which caused the others to run to the Sergeant Major’s aid.
“Hold up, lads!” the Sergeant Major said, then he returned his attention to Revy. “Miss Xiang, maybe I failed to make myself clear,” he began. “Regulations specify that no one, not even the crew, is to have ready access to firearms during flight. All I need to do is to hold your guns until we arrive.”
“Is that it?” Revy smirked. “Fine, you can take my guns… provided you can pry my cold, dead fingers from them!” She then looked at the others behind the Sergeant Major and added with a cruel smile, “So go ahead and take them – but I guarantee I’m going to leave a pile of your friends’ corpses in my wake!”
“This is serious, Revy, just give them your guns!” Benny added.
“Sorry, Benny,” countered Revy, not taking her eyes off the officers. “You know that’s not cool!”
It was a few tense minutes as the soldiers and Revy continued to stare each other down. Then… “Excuse me, is there anything wrong, gentlemen?” a small female voice called out. From out of the throng of soldiers, a young girl with short black hair and wearing an English maid outfit stepped forward, only to be challenged by one of the soldiers.
“Miss, you’re going to have to stay back,” he said to the maid, “we’ve got a dangerous situation here!”
“I’m aware of that,” the maid said, “and I’m here to help. So let me pass and I’ll…”
The soldier, however, stepped in front of her. “I’m sorry, but it’s too dangerous here!” He then placed one hand on her shoulder as she added, “Now if you’ll just step back…” The maid roughly grabbed the hand from her shoulder – and immedietly the soldier screamed, grasping his wrist in pain.
“What the fuck!?!” Revy whispered, surprised by the scene.
But the maid seemed to be extremely worried about her actions. “Oh dear,” she said fretfully, “I think I’ve gripped him too hard! Rally did warn me about my strength!” Turning to the other soldiers, she called out, “Could somebody please tend to this man, I think I may have broken his wrist!” Quite quickly, several of the soldiers, as well as a medic, quickly tended to the injured soldier.
As soon as she was able to ascertain that the soldier was getting medical help, the maid – Bridgett Healy – walked over to the Sergeant Major, who was still staring into the barrel of Revy’s gun. “I see that you have a problem, Sergeant Major. May I be of assistance?” she asked.
“Look, kid,” Revy interrupted, “I don’t have any wish to kill you, but if you force me to… I’ll shoot you between the eyes!”
“SHOOT A KID!?!” Benny yelled from behind the Charger, horrified. “THAT’S COLD BLOODED, EVEN FOR YOU!!”
However, Bridgett just looked at the Chinese girl, completely unaffected. “If that’s the case, then go ahead… shoot me!” A look of regret, rare for Revy, came over her face as she turned her aim towards Bridgett. The Sergeant Major tried to reach for the gun, but got a hard glance from the maid, forcing him to hold his ground.
“I just want you to know it’s nothing personal, kid,” Revy muttered in a low voice. Slowly, she began to squeeze the trigger – then paused. The mercenary suddenly felt that there was something off about the situation. Bridgett seemed to be perfectly calm, and the look of her face showed neither arrogance, nor fear. But the thing that nearly unnerved Revy was the girl’s eyes – they were an unnatural shade of mauvine which didn’t look like contact lenses.
‘I don’t like this,’ Revy thought to herself. ‘It was like the time I nearly killed Rock after that Nazi bit! She’s not even budging!’ Then an uncomforting thought came over her. ‘Wait a minute… she might be working for that Hellsing bitch! I know that she has at least two vampires working for her! Could she be another?’
After debating her options for a few seconds, Revy finally holstered her gun, which all around them – especially Benny – breathed a sigh of relief. “Look, I appreciate what these fucking soldiers need, but I’ve got a feeling that, if I give them my guns, I’m not getting them back!”
Bridgett nodded, then glanced down at the duffle bag at Revy’s feet. “Sergeant Major,” she said, turning to the officer, “the only requirement of her boarding is that she does not have ready access to her guns, am I correct?”
A little bewildered, the Sergeant Major replied, “That is correct, Miss.”
“Then, for the benefit of all interested,” Bridgett elaborated, “would it not hurt if she stows her guns and holsters in her duffle, then stow that in the lockers near the galley?”
“I… guess that would satisfy regulations,” the Sergeant Major said, who then turned to Revy and asked, “And you will still have possession of your guns. So, are we in agreement.”
“Fuck yeah,” Revy replied, who then proceeded to strip off her holsters, then opened her duffle bag and stuff them into it. “Happy?” she grumbled.
“Much,” the Sergeant Major said. “Now I suppose it’s time to say your goodbyes to your friend there while we prepare to take off.”
Benny had managed to come from behind the Charger, then proceeded to help Revy in re-organizing her duffle bag. “Shit, Revy,” he said in a low voice, “you always have to make a scene.”
Revy just shrugged her shoulders. “Sorry.” She then turned and watched Bridgett, who was talking to the Sergeant Major. “Y’know… there’s something strange about that little bitch. Didn’t even cry or nothing! Just stood there and did nothing!” Then she shot Benny a hostile glare and snarled, “You better not tell Dutch or Rock about this, or you’re looking at a bullet in the head once I get back!”
“Don’t worry about that, Revy,” the blonde tech said. “As long as no one was killed, it’s not worth mentioning. In the meantime, you just try to enjoy yourself… okay?”
“Fine by me,” Revy said, slinging the duffle bag over her shoulders. “I’ll probably see you in a week.” Waiving goodbye, she proceeded to the Bombardier and was followed inside by Bridgett.
Still outside, the medic had finally finished his examination of the injured soldier’s hand. “I wouldn’t worry too much if I were you. Just a nasty sprain, that’s all.”
The soldier, however, just glared at Bridgett, who was boarding the Bombardier. “Little monster girl!” he grumbled. “It was creatures like her that nearly destroyed London!”
“However,” the Sergeant Major interjected, startling the soldier, “it was creatures like her that saved London as well! Young man, you best remember that before you cast aspersions on other people. Now get to the support jet, we’ve got a long flight ahead of us!” Deciding not to add anything more, everyone decided to board the support jet, a military Airbus A-330, whereas both jets taxied away.
XXX
Once satisfied her duffle bag was in a safe place in the galley’s lockers. Revy decided to find her seat. Bridgett then took the seat facing Revy, with both women securing their belts. “Hey kid?” Revy asked. “Have you got a name?”
“Bridgett Healy,” the maid replied. “And before you ask, I’ve turned 17 yesterday.”
“That’s not what I was going to ask, but it’s helpful,” Revy chuckled. “I was wondering if your mom and dad know you’re half a world away on business.”
“I would imagine they do,” Bridgett replied, who then sighed and added, “in heaven. They both died in the catastrophe that struck London.” But then thought to herself, ‘And yet… I haven’t shed a tear for them!!! What’s wrong with me?? Have becoming a dhampir made me THAT callous about their passing??’
Of course not hearing the maid’s anguished thoughts, Revy felt she had put her foot in her mouth. “Shit,” she grumbled. “I really fucked-up saying that!”
Bridgett was brought out of her thoughts hearing Revy’s grousing. “Oh don’t worry too much about it. And about your words, I was warned by Miss Hedgley that you seem to use… ummm… a rather… colourful vocabulary!”
“If she means I swear a lot,” Revy laughed, “then she’s right!” Stretching, she felt the plane climbing, meaning their flight was beginning. “Well, we got a long flight, so why don’t we talk about each other.” She then noticed Bridgett’s eyes, “Starting with those fucking eyes of yours! How the hell did you get those?”
The young dhampir paused for a bit. “Well,” she began, “it’s a long story… but then again, this is a long flight, like you mentioned. So it wouldn’t hurt to tell the tale.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
9/11/01
FDNY-NYPD-THE REAL HEROES
Hellsing/Gunsmith Cats/Black Lagoon fanfiction
By Elwin ‘Blaine’ Coldiron – bigkwell@gmail.com, bigkwell@hotmail.com, and bigkwell@netscape.com
“Hellsing” and characters are created by Kohta Hirano, and is the property of Shounen Gahousha/Dark Horse Comics, Geneon Universal/Wild Geese/Satelight/Madhouse Studios, and Geneon Entertainment and FUNimation Entertainment, a Navarre company. “Gunsmith Cats” and characters are created by Kenichi Sonoda, and is the property of Kodansha/Dark Horse Comics, Vap/Tokyo Broadcasting, and Sentai Filmworks, and “Black Lagoon”, created by Rei Hiroe and is the property of Shogakukan/Viz Media, Geneon Universal, Madhouse Studios and Geneon Entertainment and FUNimation Entertainment, a Navarre company. I do not own neither series, nor the characters. I just write the fiction.
AUTHOR’S NOTE – this fanfiction covers the reasons why Revy found herself in the temporary employ of the Hellsing Organization, as depicted at the end ‘Night Angels Omakes’. However, I’m taking an unusual turn with this – beginning at the end, with the return of ‘Two-Hand Revy’ to Roanapur after a year and a half in London.
Thus said – ON WITH THE FIC!!!
XXX
It was approaching the monsoon season at a small airstrip in Thailand, where a private jet had deposited its passenger for the return trip to Roanapur. Looking up to the gradually-clouding skies, said passenger – Revy – couldn’t help but to feel at ease upon returning to her adopted country, as she waited for her ride to show-up. Bidding the crew of the jet goodbye, she watched as their fueling was completed and they took-off to beat the coming storms. She then got herself a cigarette; she couldn’t smoke on the plane, and looked at her surroundings. “Heh – just as shitty as before!” she said to herself. “Still, there’s no place like home.”
A few minutes later, a familiar-looking late 1960’s orange Dodge Charger drove alongside Revy. Lighting up, she picked-up her duffel bag and made her way to the passenger side – and nearly dropped both bag and cigarette in surprise.
“Nice seeing you again, Revy!” came the cheerful greeting from Rokuro Okajima, or Rock as was commonly known. But the surprise wasn’t the fact that Rock had greeted her, but the fact he was wearing the Hawaiian-print shirt that Revy bought him when he first joined the Lagoon Company – the one he constantly complained that was meant as ‘some form of punishment’, rather than his omnipresent white shirt and black tie!
To say the least, Revy gave her fellow employee a good looking over. “So what is this all about, Rock?” she grumbled half-heartedly, but with a smile. “Thinking about fucking with my head?”
“Well… I figured that I needed a special occasion to wear this,” the former salaryman began. “And… since I knew you were returning after a year and a half in England…”
“Okay, okay, I got it, Rock!” she laughed. But still the Chinese girl was impressed. “So this is a special occasion. How about we make everyday a special occasion?” she added sarcastically.
Rock thought for a bit. “I think that’s stretching it a bit, Revy. After all, I’m still an employee and like to make myself presentable.”
“Yeah, yeah, same shit as before,” replied Revy, waiving her hand. “By the way, where the fuck is Dutch and Benny?”
“Oh that?” Now Rock looked a bit disappointed. “Seems that… there was this last-minute job that came up suddenly, nothing dangerous mind you. But it wasn’t going to last too long, so Dutch and Benny had to take the Black Lagoon out this afternoon. But Dutch told me to pick you up just the same.”
It was now Revy’s turn to be disappointed. “Yeah.” She then kicked-over a small rock absently. “Fuck! I was hoping that Dutch was going to organize a big ‘Welcome Home’ party, with all the bitching he made about me being in London all this time.”
“Well then, there’s no reason that we can celebrate your return, now is there?” Rock offered in his usual optimistic tone.
“Yeah… why not?” the girl replied, a small smile on her face. “Wait right there, Rock.” Revy then unzipped her duffel bag and pulled out her holsters and put them on. “If we’re going to the Yellow Flag, it’s best to be ready in case some shit goes down.” Rock didn’t answer, instead watching Revy place the duffel bag inside the back seat before leaving the airfield.
XXX
By the time the two arrived at the Yellow Flag Bar on the island of Roanapur, the distant rumbling of thunder was heard in the distance, and flashes of lightning was seen as well. “We better get inside, Revy,” Rock said, looking with concern at the changing weather as he exited the car. “From the looks of it, the rain’ll be on top of us within the hour.”
Revy had already exited and was making her way to the door. “Whatever, Rock,” she said as her hands began to part the double doors, “just so long is you’re paying for the rum. Hope Dutch and Benny have the good sense to head back to shore before…”
“SURPRISE!!!”
Revy stopped flat in her tracks as party-poppers and loud cheers greeted her. Above the bar, a large banner had been strung across it’s length, the words ‘Welcome Home, Revy!!!’ written in both English and Thai. Inside, Dutch, Benny and the other patrons waived to the surprised mercenary, along with Balalaika of Hotel Moscow and Bai Ji-Shin Chang of the Triad. And others were there as well – Shenhua, the Taiwanese assassin was there, along with her occasional partner Frederica Sawyer, a.k.a. ‘The Cleaner’. Bao, the Yellow Flag’s often-cranky bartender and owner, also had a smile on his face. Even Eda of the Church of Violence was there, although not wearing her nun’s habit.
“Welcome back, Two-Hand!” the muscular African-American crowed as he handed Revy a glass of rum. “Hope you’re thirsty – because I’ll have you know that I am waiting for you and Rock so that we can get this party started!”
“This place has been quite boring without having you around, Revy,” the blonde technician added, enjoying the surprised look on her face.
Confused, Revy looked from left-to-right, both at her boss and fellow employee. “But… but,” she sputtered, “Rock said… that you had this job…”
“Oh that?” Dutch laughed. “Well, that was Rock’s idea of giving you this surprise party when you got back.”
“Yeah,” Benny added. “We had this planned for the last six months. Would’ve had this sooner if you didn’t have to work those extra months. But hey, at least it was an excuse to put the final touches to the party, so when we got that e-mail from Moria telling us you were headed home from England, we could get everything together without all the hassle of last minute… if you get what I mean.”
“Oh… is that it?” All of a sudden, Revy shout Rock a somewhat-hostile glare as she walked up to him. “So,” she said in a menacing voice, “all that bullshit about a ‘last-minute job’ was just to have my fucking guard down for this surprise party – isn’t it, Rock?”
To be sure, the former salaryman looked uneasily at his fellow employee. “Well… s-sorry I had to do that, Revy! But then again… it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you… right?” By the way Revy was looking at him, Rock was worried if he was about to get the clobbering of his life…
… Until Revy grabbed him in a headlock and started giving him a painful noogie! But she was laughing as she did! “You little shit!” she gleefully roared. “You sure know how to make a girl feel fucking good!”
“OW, OW, OW, OWWWWW!!!” Rock was struggling to get out of Revy’s grasp as she continued to apply pressure upon the top of his head. “REVY, KNOCK IT OFF!!! THAT HURTS!!” And so forth as he vainly tried to escape her grasp.
Everyone in the Yellow Flag had a laugh seeing this. Shenhua, her steps as graceful as a panther, walked over to Bao, smiling. “It seems Twinkie like big surprise Dumbass set-up for her welcome home,” she purred, still smiling.
“Yeah,” the Vietnamese bartender replied as he chuckled, “but I’m certain that Rock wishes Revy would find some other way of expressing her enthusiasm! That way looks absolutly painful!”
“Oh whatever, Bao,” Shenhua replied, “it big fun anyway.”
XXX
After they were able to get Revy settled down, the party finally got into gear. During the time, a couple of the patrons got into a scuffle, but stopped when Bao threatened to make them pay for any damages to the bar their fight produced. But mainly those present simply had a good time. Many of them did press the Chinese girl for details about her adventures in London, but she brushed them off, and those who continued got a snarled threat from her, so they backed down.
After about two hours of this celebration, the party finally began to wind down, mainly on account of the rain outside was coming down in buckets and they wanted to get home before getting too drenched.
Shenhua and Sawyer were among those to take off. “Look Twinkie,” the Taiwanese woman said, gathering an umbrella, “like to stay and chat further, but have to get to bed early. Lotton say he have big job waiting for us, and we need to be alert for it.”
“Whatever, Chinglish, whatever,” Revy replied. “What about you, Sawyer, the same?”
“I’m afraid so,” the petite disposal expert said, the artificial larynx she carried giving her voice a mechanical quality. “Got to get the blades of my saw sharpened, just in case.” Soon, the two hurried back to their car.
“And I’ve got to get back to the church as well,” Eda added, “before Sister Yolanda bitches me out for taking too much time off the job.” Grabbing a portable poncho from the handbag she carried her gun in, she made for the door as well. “See you later, Two-Hand!”
“Hopefully not too soon,” Revy muttered. Granted, she had a great deal of respect for the former C.I.A. agent, but thought of her as too sleazy – especially around Rock.
Quite soon, there were only the Lagoon Company, the two crimelords, Bao, and a couple of the regulars left – and Bao began to hustle the two out. “Alright, guys,” he grumbled, “you two go find someplace else to get plastered!”
“Why?” one of them complained. “They’re still here!”, pointing to the others – until Balalaika stood up.
“This has now become a ‘private’ party, if you gentlemen follow my meaning,” the blonde Russian began, carefully eyeing the now-trembling men. “I own a few places downtown that might be of use to you.” She then presented one of her redesigned ‘Bougainvillea Trading Company’ business cards, a necessity since the rampage of the Vampire Twins. “Here… present this to the bartender and tell him the drinks are on my tab. Just don’t get the more expensive stuff.”
“Uh… sure thing, t-t-thank you, Balalaika!” the other said, accompanying his companion at a rather accelerated pace.
As soon as the two ran out of the bar, Bao managed to lock the door behind them. “There, everything’s taken care of,” he said.
Chang was chuckling, mostly of the aplomb Balalaika exhibited in removing the men. “I must admit,” he finally said, “even I wouldn’t handled that situation the way you did!”
The scarred Russian just shrugged her shoulders. “What is it to say, Chang? It’s a talent, I guess!”
“Right, Sis… or maybe they thought you would ‘take care’ of their families if they didn’t back down!” Revy laughed as Bao began to set-up several tables and drinks at the center of the bar as to form one big table, for which now the Lagoon Company, Balalaika, Chang – and Bao began to sit at.”
“You don’t really have to do this, Mr. Bao,” Balalaika said, noting that the bartender was taking a seat.
“I do,” the Vietnamese man said. “I was a part of this little thing since the beginning, on account of that bit caused by that bitch Radinov and those zombies she made some months before that shit in London and D.C. happened.”
“I’m just as curious as the rest of you about the whole thing, too,” Dutch added, sitting down with the others. “When Sir Integra called and asked you to come down, I tried to press her on the details about what fucking happened there, but all I got from her was that she couldn’t tell everything over an unsecured line.”
“I’ve asked Integra the same thing, and gotten the same answer, Dutch,” Chang added, taking off his sunglasses. “However, she did say that Rebecca can fill us in when she returns.” Looking at Revy, along with everyone else, he added, “So how about it… what exactly happened there? Was it a big fire like the news agencies reported about – or was it something else?”
Revy paused for a bit, looking at the glass of rum in her hands. Draining half the glass, she set it down and finally said, “Yeah… why not?” Lighting up a new cigarette, she took a puff to relax herself first. “Actually, I’m a little surprised that bullshit story Sir Integra concocted was actually believed! Okay, it’s truth time!”
The others listened intensely as Revy began. “Y’know, Bossman,” she indicated to Chang, “you’re right – it was something else! It… was… war!”
“War?” Dutch repeated. “You’ve got to be shitting me?”
Revy nodded in agreement. “Yup, war… complete with bombs, shooting, casualties and all that fun stuff! And the Hellsing Organization was neck-deep in that shit!”
“Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me, Rebecca,” Chang observed, nodding. “So who was it that Hellsing was fighting – Iscariot?”
“Oh please,” the Chinese girl snorted, “those Catholic fucks only got into it when it was well underway – although they did cause major-league shit when they did! No, they didn’t start it. What started the whole fucking thing was – Nazis!”
“You’ve got to be kidding me?” the Jewish Benny gasped, astounded. “You mean to say it was another neo-Nazi group, like the ones you and Dutch blew to hell some months back over that painting you and Rock got from that U-boat?”
“Oh those guys me and Dutch took care of were fucking pussies compared to these guys!” Revy dismissed. “These weren’t any neo-group at all – they were the real thing!”
Rock blanched. “Revy… are… are you telling us…?”
“Yeah Rock, I’m talking about REAL Nazis… from World War fucking II no less, all goose-stepping, war-monging, Heil Hitler and all that shit! The only difference – almost all of were those chipped FREAKs like Radinov was, just not as good as that bitch was!”
During this description, Chang was silent, his eyes closed. “Nazi vampires, eh?” he finally said.
Balalaika noticed. “You know something, Chang?” she politely demanded.
“Not offhand, Balalaika… just remembering a little something my father once told me – and he got his information from Sir Arthur, Sir Integra’s father!” Straightening himself, he continued with, “What Sir Arthur told my dad was – around World War II, his intelligence caught wind of a secret organization within the Nazi SS, which involved creating artificial vampires; Millennium it was called.”
Everyone’s attention was glued as the Triad leader further embellished the story. “Now here’s the story – their main laboratory was situated in occupied Warsaw. Right about the time the last of the Jewish community there decided the better part of valor was to fight for their lives rather than be taken to the next cattle-car train to Auschwitz, was when Arthur sent-in Walter and Alucard to break-up Millennium’s operation there, as well as another person, a werewolf named Kenneth Hedgley acting as clean-up. From what Dad told me, those three had managed to wipe-out their labs just in time for the Nazis to break-up the Warsaw Uprising, thus eliminating the threat.”
“Impressive story, Chang… but apparently they only forestalled their plans, if the devastation in London and Washington D.C. was any indication,” Balalaika observed.
“Obviously,” Chang replied, nodding his head.
“Now wait a minute, something about this doesn’t make sense,” Bao interjected. “Why would these Nazi bastards bother with someone the likes of Radinov to do their dirty work?” He then looked over to Balalaika and added, “Didn’t the Nazis think of Russians as not worthy of being called ‘human’, closer to a waste of flesh?”
“You are quite correct, Mr. Bao,” replied the Russian. “My wager is that the chip that they implanted into Bloody Pierce was a prototype – and she was regarded as nothing more than a guinea pig! Believe me, I have no love for a monster like Bloody Pierce… but in this case, she does have my sympathies.”
Chang then leaned over to Revy and asked, “Did Walter had any theories on how Millennium survived, Rebecca?”
“Didn’t get a chance to ask him,” replied Revy, “on account of this Walter guy had fucking died after back-stabbing Hellsing during the whole shitfest and then fighting for Millennium.”
Chang blanched. “Walter… betraying Hellsing? That can’t be possible!” he gasped. “Walter was possibly Hellsing’s most loyal members! He couldn’t possibly betray them!”
“Well I’m afraid that’s the truth, Bossman. Seems the old fuck had been feeding these Nazi bastards information about what was going on within Hellsing at the same time he was serving Sir Integra tea and crumpets. My guess is he’s been doing this ever since WWII.
“Worst thing though – Millennium backstabbed him by sending Alucard, Hellsing’s big vampire guy that Walter was fighting at the time to some limbo! Walter then went and became the good guy again and died bringing these Nazi bastards down.” Revy then mashed the cigarette she was smoking into the ashtray and added, “Even with that vampire chip in his head, they couldn’t ultimately keep him under their leash.”
“Alucard’s gone, too?” Chang relaxed in his chair, a glum look on his face. “No wonder Integra wanted you! Even with Rally and Seras, they certainly would be overwhelmed!”
“Oh I wouldn’t be too bummed about them,” smirked Revy. “You all remember that maid that kicked my ass – Moria?” Everyone nodded. “Well, seems that after they went back to London after the Radinov bit, she discovered from her old man Kenneth that she was a werewolf!”
“Moria… a werewolf?” gasped Rock. “She never told me that in her e-mails!” That got him a smack in the head by Revy.
“Well no fucking duh, Rock! Do you think she’s stupid enough to blurt that out where someone else could read it besides YOU!?!” the Chinese girl snarled. “And Seras – she’s changed too, turned into a female version of that vampire Bossman knew! And they also got this kid who’s got radical moves as well!”
For the better part of this discussion, Dutch had listened carefully. Then he asked his question. “Revy, you never mentioned about the Wild Geese – and Pip! What about them?”
“You’re not going to like this, Dutch,” Revy replied sullenly. “These Nazi bastards also hit the Hellsing Organization where they live – hard! About three-quarters of the original Geese and their recruits are now buried in the lawn outside the mansion.”
Dutch felt his insides twisting. “And Pip?” he asked tentively.
“Dead as well. Sorry, Dutch.”
His head slumping, Dutch was alone with his thought on the death of his occasional drinking buddy. “Fuck. Y’know… I was one who never thought Pip was going to buy it. He was so lucky, he would give the Irish a run for their money. Oh well, I guess it was bound to happen one of these days, so I shouldn’t be too surprised.” He then leaned back in his chair, “Still, I’m going to miss that little French turd.”
“Don’t worry about it too much, Dutch,” said Revy, smiling. “When I left that place, they were even stronger than they were when the whole shit happened. Integra’s got her new army whipped into shape, Seras and Rally are there when something really heavy goes down – and if they need help, they still got Moria and Bridgett to back them up!”
“Bridgett?” Balalaika asked. “Oh, you mean the new girl you mentioned! What is so special about her?”
“Well sis… the kid’s got the same powers as a vampire, only not quite a vampire herself. More like in-between a vampire and a human.”
“A dhampir then?” Chang mused. “Well, from what you’ve told us, it looks like Hellsing’s on their way to showing any rogues their butts for years to come!”
“Yeah but that’s a story for someone else,” Dutch said. “Right now, I would like to propose a toast to Revy – on her return to the Lagoon Company and her friends!”
Quite suddenly, Revy held up her hand. “Dutch, you know I don’t like sentimental bullshit, so I’d pass on the toast.” But a smile graced her features, “But you know what – I know someone better to toast!”
“Really?” Benny observed. “Then I suggest we refill our glasses and make that toast!”
Everyone agreed, and soon everyone’s glasses was filled with their favorite alcoholic libation, whereas Revy had stood and raised her glass of rum. “If you guys don’t mind, I would like to make this.”
“I have no argument, Revy,” Rock replied.
“Same here, Two-Hand,” added Dutch. “It’s your suggestion, anyway.”
Smiling, Revy waited until everyone stood. “Okay – here’s to the guys that deserves this toast – the Hellsing Organization! May they continue kicking the motherfuckers’ asses and taking down their names for years to come!”
“To Hellsing!” Everyone then clinked their glasses.
SIXTEEN MONTHS PRIOR…
“Aw fuck! Why the hell do I have to be the one to go? Why don’t we send Rock to London rather than me?” Revy complained loudly as Benny drove the Charger to the airfield.
“It was because Sir Integra specifically asked for you, not Rock!” the blonde tech replied calmly. “Besides Revy, Rock’s up to his neck in paperwork from the last month, so he has to get that all straightened-up if we’re going to be showing any profits.”
“Whatever, Benny, whatever!” the Chinese girl grumbled. “I just got this feeling that London’s going to be fucking colder than Tokyo was!”
“In that case,” Benny added, “you might consider a better choice of clothing than what you wore there. I got a look of that cowgirl outfit you wore in Tokyo and I know you can do better than that. Maybe a modification of what you’re wearing now?”
Revy gave it some though. “I guess,” was all she said. As soon as they got to the airstrip, though, her attitude changed. “Is that the private jet that Hellsing bitch chartered?” she asked, amazed.
The Charger stopped at the fence outside the airstrip, where a mid-sized aircraft bearing R.A.F. livery was parked. “Looks to me like a military version of the Bombardier Global Express ultra-long range business jet, something like what command personnel would ride,” Benny observed, taking note of the jet. “I guess Sir Integra want you to travel first-class to London.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Revy got out of the Charger as well as Benny, who opened the trunk to get Revy’s duffle bag. “Hopefully this’ll be over in a week, so I might as well get this fucking over with!” Gathering up the bag, the two made their way to the gate.
But as soon as they arrived, one of the R.A.F. officers with the jet challenged them. “Pardon me, you wouldn’t happen to be Rebecca Xiang, the passenger we’re taking to London?” he asked Revy.
“Yeah. So what’s your fucking problem?” Revy grumbled.
“None whatsoever,” the officer replied. “Now if you’ll just hand your guns to me…” But as soon as he uttered the words, he found himself nose-to-muzzle with one of Revy’s chromed Berettas.
“Tough shit, you limey bastard,” the Chinese girl snarled. “They stay with me!”
Benny panicked, running behind the Charger. “REVY, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?!” he yelled from behind the car.
“SERGEANT MAJOR!!” one of the minor officers called out, which caused the others to run to the Sergeant Major’s aid.
“Hold up, lads!” the Sergeant Major said, then he returned his attention to Revy. “Miss Xiang, maybe I failed to make myself clear,” he began. “Regulations specify that no one, not even the crew, is to have ready access to firearms during flight. All I need to do is to hold your guns until we arrive.”
“Is that it?” Revy smirked. “Fine, you can take my guns… provided you can pry my cold, dead fingers from them!” She then looked at the others behind the Sergeant Major and added with a cruel smile, “So go ahead and take them – but I guarantee I’m going to leave a pile of your friends’ corpses in my wake!”
“This is serious, Revy, just give them your guns!” Benny added.
“Sorry, Benny,” countered Revy, not taking her eyes off the officers. “You know that’s not cool!”
It was a few tense minutes as the soldiers and Revy continued to stare each other down. Then… “Excuse me, is there anything wrong, gentlemen?” a small female voice called out. From out of the throng of soldiers, a young girl with short black hair and wearing an English maid outfit stepped forward, only to be challenged by one of the soldiers.
“Miss, you’re going to have to stay back,” he said to the maid, “we’ve got a dangerous situation here!”
“I’m aware of that,” the maid said, “and I’m here to help. So let me pass and I’ll…”
The soldier, however, stepped in front of her. “I’m sorry, but it’s too dangerous here!” He then placed one hand on her shoulder as she added, “Now if you’ll just step back…” The maid roughly grabbed the hand from her shoulder – and immedietly the soldier screamed, grasping his wrist in pain.
“What the fuck!?!” Revy whispered, surprised by the scene.
But the maid seemed to be extremely worried about her actions. “Oh dear,” she said fretfully, “I think I’ve gripped him too hard! Rally did warn me about my strength!” Turning to the other soldiers, she called out, “Could somebody please tend to this man, I think I may have broken his wrist!” Quite quickly, several of the soldiers, as well as a medic, quickly tended to the injured soldier.
As soon as she was able to ascertain that the soldier was getting medical help, the maid – Bridgett Healy – walked over to the Sergeant Major, who was still staring into the barrel of Revy’s gun. “I see that you have a problem, Sergeant Major. May I be of assistance?” she asked.
“Look, kid,” Revy interrupted, “I don’t have any wish to kill you, but if you force me to… I’ll shoot you between the eyes!”
“SHOOT A KID!?!” Benny yelled from behind the Charger, horrified. “THAT’S COLD BLOODED, EVEN FOR YOU!!”
However, Bridgett just looked at the Chinese girl, completely unaffected. “If that’s the case, then go ahead… shoot me!” A look of regret, rare for Revy, came over her face as she turned her aim towards Bridgett. The Sergeant Major tried to reach for the gun, but got a hard glance from the maid, forcing him to hold his ground.
“I just want you to know it’s nothing personal, kid,” Revy muttered in a low voice. Slowly, she began to squeeze the trigger – then paused. The mercenary suddenly felt that there was something off about the situation. Bridgett seemed to be perfectly calm, and the look of her face showed neither arrogance, nor fear. But the thing that nearly unnerved Revy was the girl’s eyes – they were an unnatural shade of mauvine which didn’t look like contact lenses.
‘I don’t like this,’ Revy thought to herself. ‘It was like the time I nearly killed Rock after that Nazi bit! She’s not even budging!’ Then an uncomforting thought came over her. ‘Wait a minute… she might be working for that Hellsing bitch! I know that she has at least two vampires working for her! Could she be another?’
After debating her options for a few seconds, Revy finally holstered her gun, which all around them – especially Benny – breathed a sigh of relief. “Look, I appreciate what these fucking soldiers need, but I’ve got a feeling that, if I give them my guns, I’m not getting them back!”
Bridgett nodded, then glanced down at the duffle bag at Revy’s feet. “Sergeant Major,” she said, turning to the officer, “the only requirement of her boarding is that she does not have ready access to her guns, am I correct?”
A little bewildered, the Sergeant Major replied, “That is correct, Miss.”
“Then, for the benefit of all interested,” Bridgett elaborated, “would it not hurt if she stows her guns and holsters in her duffle, then stow that in the lockers near the galley?”
“I… guess that would satisfy regulations,” the Sergeant Major said, who then turned to Revy and asked, “And you will still have possession of your guns. So, are we in agreement.”
“Fuck yeah,” Revy replied, who then proceeded to strip off her holsters, then opened her duffle bag and stuff them into it. “Happy?” she grumbled.
“Much,” the Sergeant Major said. “Now I suppose it’s time to say your goodbyes to your friend there while we prepare to take off.”
Benny had managed to come from behind the Charger, then proceeded to help Revy in re-organizing her duffle bag. “Shit, Revy,” he said in a low voice, “you always have to make a scene.”
Revy just shrugged her shoulders. “Sorry.” She then turned and watched Bridgett, who was talking to the Sergeant Major. “Y’know… there’s something strange about that little bitch. Didn’t even cry or nothing! Just stood there and did nothing!” Then she shot Benny a hostile glare and snarled, “You better not tell Dutch or Rock about this, or you’re looking at a bullet in the head once I get back!”
“Don’t worry about that, Revy,” the blonde tech said. “As long as no one was killed, it’s not worth mentioning. In the meantime, you just try to enjoy yourself… okay?”
“Fine by me,” Revy said, slinging the duffle bag over her shoulders. “I’ll probably see you in a week.” Waiving goodbye, she proceeded to the Bombardier and was followed inside by Bridgett.
Still outside, the medic had finally finished his examination of the injured soldier’s hand. “I wouldn’t worry too much if I were you. Just a nasty sprain, that’s all.”
The soldier, however, just glared at Bridgett, who was boarding the Bombardier. “Little monster girl!” he grumbled. “It was creatures like her that nearly destroyed London!”
“However,” the Sergeant Major interjected, startling the soldier, “it was creatures like her that saved London as well! Young man, you best remember that before you cast aspersions on other people. Now get to the support jet, we’ve got a long flight ahead of us!” Deciding not to add anything more, everyone decided to board the support jet, a military Airbus A-330, whereas both jets taxied away.
XXX
Once satisfied her duffle bag was in a safe place in the galley’s lockers. Revy decided to find her seat. Bridgett then took the seat facing Revy, with both women securing their belts. “Hey kid?” Revy asked. “Have you got a name?”
“Bridgett Healy,” the maid replied. “And before you ask, I’ve turned 17 yesterday.”
“That’s not what I was going to ask, but it’s helpful,” Revy chuckled. “I was wondering if your mom and dad know you’re half a world away on business.”
“I would imagine they do,” Bridgett replied, who then sighed and added, “in heaven. They both died in the catastrophe that struck London.” But then thought to herself, ‘And yet… I haven’t shed a tear for them!!! What’s wrong with me?? Have becoming a dhampir made me THAT callous about their passing??’
Of course not hearing the maid’s anguished thoughts, Revy felt she had put her foot in her mouth. “Shit,” she grumbled. “I really fucked-up saying that!”
Bridgett was brought out of her thoughts hearing Revy’s grousing. “Oh don’t worry too much about it. And about your words, I was warned by Miss Hedgley that you seem to use… ummm… a rather… colourful vocabulary!”
“If she means I swear a lot,” Revy laughed, “then she’s right!” Stretching, she felt the plane climbing, meaning their flight was beginning. “Well, we got a long flight, so why don’t we talk about each other.” She then noticed Bridgett’s eyes, “Starting with those fucking eyes of yours! How the hell did you get those?”
The young dhampir paused for a bit. “Well,” she began, “it’s a long story… but then again, this is a long flight, like you mentioned. So it wouldn’t hurt to tell the tale.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
9/11/01
FDNY-NYPD-THE REAL HEROES