Black Lagoon: Roberta _top_ -

She finally turned, and Rock was shocked to see the raw, naked grief on her face. Not the grief of a soldier, but of a woman.

“I came here to show you what you destroyed. Not just my life. Not just my friends. But the one thing you could never understand.”

She stood up, leaving a handful of crumpled, blood-stained dollars on the bar. “I only ask that you do not interfere. What is coming will be ugly. It will be biblical. And when it is over, there will be no Roberta left to thank.” black lagoon: roberta

Roberta turned to her, and for the first time, her eyes held something other than pain. They held a fragile, tentative hope.

Inside the Yellow Flag, the air was thick with cigar smoke, cheap perfume, and the low hum of a city conducting business it would never report to any government. Rock, the Japanese salaryman turned reluctant negotiator, nurs a glass of whiskey, watching the door. Revy, his counterpart, was cleaning her cutlass, the twin pistols never far from her reach. She finally turned, and Rock was shocked to

For three days, nothing happened. Then, the bodies started appearing.

Behind her, Colonel Miguel Ochoa began to scream. Not just my life

“I am hunting a man,” Roberta said. “His name is Colonel Miguel Ochoa. In another life, he was my commanding officer in the now-defunct Venezuelan intelligence. He taught me everything. How to kill a man with a pencil. How to blend into any crowd. How to disappear. And how to betray a cause.”