|Millennium Crisis: The Return of Hansel and Gretel
Author: MisterTabi PM
Hansel meets his fate in a park sobbing and dying with a single hand. Gretel found her final moments staring into the sky, and facing the sea. However, their fates will change thanks to a descendant of Faust, otherwise known Dok.Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Adventure - Chapters: 2 - Words: 3,019 - Reviews: 15 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 14 - Updated: 11-08-07 - Published: 10-27-07 - id: 3859558
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Disclaimer: I do not own Black Lagoon or Hellsing.
"I have to say, this is a very strange request," muttered Boris quietly as he issued orders to a squad to clean up the remains. There was a soft sigh as his superior shook her head slightly, rubbing her temples with a hand.
"Are you alright?"
Balalaika shook her head, "I am just tired Sergeant. The request is just repaying a small debt. It doesn't affect Hotel Moscow and our profits, then let them have the bodies." Boris bowed his head slightly before returning to his phone calls.
The russian woman sighed, glared at her cigar and crushed it into the ashtray.
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Black Lagoon, PT-109 Torpedo Boat
"Rock, get out the canvas, we need to cover body," ordered Dutch as he climbed back up onto the boat.
"We don't need it, Dutch." Everyone turned their heads to face Rock, except for the tall black man as he lit a cigarette. Rock's face was sad, but slightly relieved, "Sleeping, turned towards the sky, and facing the sea..."
Revy didn't say anything, but Benny sighed and nodded with understanding, "Let it go Rock."
"I understand how you feel, but we have another job," spoke Dutch softly, but not without emotion, "Hotel Moscow owes some favors to some people."
The former-salary man turned his head slightly, features confused, "And?"
Dutch looked at his half-finished cancer stick and tossed it into the sea, "We need to transport the body back to Raonapur. Those people will be taking the bodies." Without a word, he picked up a waterproof canvas and brought over to the dead girl, "Come on, she can't stare at the skies forever. Heaven won't go down and come for you. You have to climb to heaven." Rock nodded and jumped down to help as well.
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3 Hours later, at an undisclosed location.
Three cars cruised easily into the vast hangar finding shelter from the heavy rain.
One holding Balalaika, Boris, and two soldiers. One held to more soldiers and the bodies, even though they were dead, the russians felt uneasy handling them. The last car contained Mr. Chang, Revy, Rock, and Dutch. Benny decided stayed behind to finish upgrading the software on the Black Lagoon.
Next to a large cargo plane, a small entourage waited for Hotel Moscow; three noticeable figures stood waiting for them. One tall, thin and dressed like a rather insane doctor. One dressed in a white Greatcoat and a white officer's cap; only his blond hair and cold emotionless eyes were available.
Between the two was a short and rather obese man, though he wore an impeccably clean white suit and a matching overcoat. All wore the same pair of white gloves; each had the numbers 1457 inscribed onto the front in extremely tiny print.
The cars stopped, with Rock being the first to step out, as he caught sight of the three foremost, the people wishing to make the transactions for the bodies. The bodies of the twins that hadcreated a city-wide manhunt for their heads.
"Ah, Kapitan, I don't believe ve haf had the chance to meet in person. You may call me Major," simpered the apparent leader of the group. He did not appear to be armed, even the men behind him weren't. Rock gulped, and saw Revy glaring daggers at the man.
Balalaika however, did not return the pleasantries, "Do you have the money?"
The Major stepped out from the darkness, revealing his face to be chubby, hair permed and gelled with large nearsighted glasses perched upon his fat nose, "So unhappy to see me?" The glares he received did not seem to dissuade him, "Wery well."
Two fingers snapped, the sound echoing in the hangar.
Four men walked to Balalaika bring suitcases. They unfolded a table and opened two suitcases. Revy, Dutch, and Rock gasped at the contents. Though Hotel Moscow and Mr. Chang appeared to be indifferent, it was obvious that they were awed against their will.
On the table were two suitcase willed to the brim with even small gold ingots, all inscribed with tiny writing.
The Major picked one up, where it shined bright, fat and pure. "All, 24 karat, vorth nearly 1.67 million in total. Nearly two times more than you asked, but I did not vant you to doubt my sincerity, Balalaika."
"It is more than enough," replied the russian, still with the look of disdain etched upon her face, "Give them the bodies."
The second car's back door opened, revealing two twin coffins, two russian soldiers wheeled the two to the Major, who motioned to the insane looking doctor. The doctor nodded eagerly and began to inspect the goods. Rock looked away as the doctor peered closely at the bodies with glee from behind a pair of multilenned glasses.
"It ist them, load them up. I will begin tonight," said the doctor with a bit of an insane giggle. Rock felt himself shudder at the prospect of the man's intentions. Dutch saw him and sighed, "let it go. I'm nearly as sick as you are."
Revy spat on the ground, "Oy, are we done here?"
The Major ignored her, apparently busy fishing something from a box. She started forward, only to suddenly be blocked by the tall and silent bodyguard. "Revy,"started Boris, "Go back now. We're done."
They began to pack up the gold. It took four men to carry the enormous weight of the suitcases to even begin transporting them back to HQ. As Rock began getting into the car, a gloved hand fell onto Rock's shoulder. "Ah, oh...um...yes?" stuttered Rock as he looked up into the cold blue eyes of the Major's body guards. Dutch fingered his revolver, as though preparing for action and Revy had her guns pointed at the bodyguard; but the man merely fished a small box from his Greatcoat and handed it to Rock.
"A tip from us," spoke the Major, the light glinting off of his glasses as he drank the contents of the cholate-flavored coffee, "I know Balalaika has paid you in full, but consider it a tip. Our number is in there. ve might have some jobs if you're available. Auf Widershien."
Rock got into the car, Revy sitting next to him, her eyes on the retreating back of the guard. The cars began their trek back home. Hotel Moscow and Black Lagoon began their departure. "Dutch," began Rock. The former ex-marine replied with an, "I know. They aren't mafia. Ex-military at best. And they weren't just ex-military." Revy growled something undistinguishable. "I met those guys before, when doing jobs for Balalaika, she gave me advice that I've never forgotten. Don't fuck with the bodyguard."
The words seemed to be aimed at Revy, who choked back an insult. Rock leaned forward, curious, "Why?" "Because that man is the most invincible thing out there," said Mr. Chang quietly as he lit a cigarette and handed it to Dutch, "They're Waffen SS."
Rock raised an eyebrow, "But..." "They aren't like those wannabees we killed at the U-Boat," said Dutch as he accepted the cigarette, "These are real ones. The only thing known about the man is that he a 'Captain' and..."
"To be honest, Rock," began Chang as the car slowed down to drop him off at the Triad's office area, "Not much is known about the Major and his organization, even at our level. They're like shadows. As for the Captain, they say he leads a special forces unit that can beat the Desantniki and fight World War III and VI."
Chang bid them farewell, Revy managed a grudging goodbye before going back to dozing off. Rock leaned forward again, "You said they have a unit even better than the Desantniki?"
"Yeah," said Dutch as he stopped for a red light; most unlike him, he'd go right through it.
"Then, what're they called?"
Dutch turned this time, his sunglasses staring into Rock's eyes, before saying one word.