Black Lagoon: Roberta Better Link

But ahead, through the rain and the mist, was the sun. And for the first time in thirty years, the Bloodhound of Florencia allowed herself to believe she might one day feel its warmth.

“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.” black lagoon: roberta

“Let them,” she said, not turning around. “Legends are easier to kill than people. People have families. Legends just have an ending.” But ahead, through the rain and the mist, was the sun

For a long moment, nothing. Then, a light flickered on atop a crane, illuminating a figure in a wheelchair. “His name is Colonel Miguel Ochoa

The second was a cartel sicario, crucified to the wall of a brothel with rusty rebar. A playing card was pinned to his chest—the Ace of Spades, the death card. On it, written in lipstick: “For Manuel.”

Roberta walked toward him, her footsteps slow and deliberate. She stopped in front of his wheelchair, looking down at the pathetic, broken creature that had once been her mentor.