Black Lagoon: Roberta -

He pressed a button on the arm of his wheelchair. And the fog around them erupted.

“I do not need to find him,” Roberta said. “He needs to find me. I have made sure the word is out. The Bloodhound of Florencia is back, unarmed, alone, and broken. He will want to see his greatest student one last time. To gloat. To apologize. To kill me himself. I don’t care which.” black lagoon: roberta

She lifted the rifle, sighting down the barrel at a stained-glass window of a saint. The saint’s face was long gone, shattered by some long-ago bullet. He pressed a button on the arm of his wheelchair