This is just an idea that I might expand upon. Honestly I'm surprised that no one has done a Hitman/Black Lagoon crossover, there is a first for everything. Expect updates to be slow if there are any also any mistakes are mine and I apologize for them. The setting of Black Lagoon has been bumped up to present day. Enjoy the story.

Hitman and Black Lagoon belong to their respective owners.

Unknown Location

Inside of a high end hotel living room there sat a man, the man had no discernable features except his bald head and the barcode tattooed on the back of his head. The man sat on the couch looking at a laptop screen which sat on the coffee table, a message appeared on the screen telling him to contact the office, closing the tab that he was looking at the man opened another tab showing a black screen asking for a password.

"Good evening, 47. We have a new contract for you." A woman's voice said from the laptop speakers after 47 entered his password. "The client this time is Langley. They would like you to eliminate one of their operatives, Edith Blackwater. Who went rogue." The screen showed a woman in her thirties with blond hair and blue eyes, the photo appeared to be a badge ID.

"Miss Blackwater has been in Roanapur for the past ten years, she's been undercover with the Church of Violence or the Rip-off Church." The screen changed to show images of a church along with Edith wearing nun clothes, her angular pink sunglasses reflecting the sun in the photo. "The purpose of her undercover assignment was to locate and eliminate a black ops unit codenamed Grey Fox. Two weeks ago, Rosarita Cisneros, a former member of FARC."

"The Bloodhound," 47 said when a photo showed a woman wearing a maid's uniform and glasses appeared.

"Correct, do you know her?"

"By reputation,"47 said. He heard her name when he was working an assignment in Columbia, the man he killed was worried that the Bloodhound had come for him due to him being a former commander of FARC and feared that the Bloodhound had come to kill him.

"Hmm, Rosarita tracked the unit to Roanapur with the intent to kill them all. However, the CIA got word of this via monitoring her movements and sent a black ops team to kill both her and the Grey Fox unit. Langley contacted Edith instructing her to assist the team in eliminating Grey Fox and Rosarita. Instead of helping, she sold the team out by giving the information to Hotel Moscow and the Triad."

The screen showed footage of Edith selling the information to the heads of Hotel Moscow and the Triad for money.

"Using the information provided by Edith, both Hotel Moscow and the Triad came to an agreement with the black ops team that they would leave Roanapur instead of killing them. The team agreed and Edith escorted them to the boat that would take them back to the states, however Edith betrayed them by shooting the team members in the back."

Another footage showed Edith shooting the team of six in the back and dragging their bodies onboard the boat.

"As it turns out the team leader survived and was able to record the conversation between him and Edith. Take a listen."

Said conversation began to play, the sounds of a man grunting in pain could be heard. "I always knew you were a bitch Edith but shooting someone in the back. I guess Roanapur changed you, Edith."

"No, it just opened my eyes." Edith's voice could be heard.

"What about Langley? You know they won't let this go."

"Langley? They can't do anything here and they know it. They're too busy dealing with Afghanistan and its rats. Besides with Grey Fox gone Langley no longer has any interests in Roanapur. I'm safe here, besides I'm making more money here than I ever did with Langley and what have they ever done for me?" Edith's voice sounded clear and void of emotion. "This is my resignation," the sound of gunshot could be heard.

"Edith placed explosive charges on the boat and once the timer reached zero. The boat and all evidence sank to the bottom of the ocean, however the device the recording was on sent the file to Langley just before the boat sank due to a failsafe. Langley wants to save face with the public and wants this done quietly."

"So they contact us, rather than send another team." 47 said looking over the files that his handler Diana sent.

"Correct, Edith is right. They cannot send another team as Edith has gone rogue and may compromise further operations in the region. Langley has agreed to hand over all files on the ICA and you, as well as a fee of $800,000 for the elimination of Edith Blackwater." Diana said, "another thing 47. Langley will pay an additional $250,000 for the elimination of Sister Yolanda, the head of the Church of Violence."

The photo of an elder woman appeared on the screen, a black eyepatch covered her right eye, "don't let her age fool you, 47. She is quite spry for her age. Intel seems to suggest that she is an avid tea drinker and prefers to leave the gun fighting to Edith and Rico, the third target. Rico is the heavy hitter of the Church, preferring to use an M60." Another photo appeared, this time showing a man wearing priest robes. His short hair fell above his eyebrows.

"Both Yolanda and Rico are Edith's contact and informants. It seems that Langley wants any trace of Edith's operation wiped clean, Yolanda and Rico are optional targets should you choose to eliminate them. we've set up a weapons buy for you at the Church, that's your way in 47. Good luck," Diana said ending the briefing of his targets.

47 reviewed the information on his targets, Edith and Rico seemed to be the biggest threat as both are proficient with firearms. Yolanda would be the easiest to kill, but 47 wouldn't underestimate her or his other targets he never did. 47 is confident in his skills, he wouldn't have made it far in the life of a hitman if his skills were lacking. 47 worked for the ICA or the International Contract Agency, a covert agency that deals with assassinations and 47 is the best hitman that the ICA employs. After reading up on everything that the ICA had on Roanapur and the Church of Violence, 47 decided to get some sleep for he would head to Roanapur in the morning.

Roanapur – Church of Violence

Rokuro Okajima or better known as Rock to his friends and the entirety of Roanapur walked beside Revy who had a cigarette in the corner of her mouth and a scowl on her face. "Fucking bitch, Eda. Charging us double for ammo." She said speaking of her "friend" Eda of the Rip-off Church. Rock wasn't sure of the relationship between the two women, half the time he was sure the Revy and Eda would come to blows and the other half the two would talk about guns, men, booze, and him.

Eda always asked if he was together with Revy and would make suggestions that he could take her for a ride to experience a real woman and not a "trigger happy bitch, who would take any cock as long as they have booze," Eda's words not his. Honestly, he found both women attractive especially Revy, then again her usual wardrobe consists of a black tank top with short cut shorts that were cut so short that they doubled as underwear. Smiling to himself he imagined Revy in a simple life raising kids and doing motherly things with them, then again Revy would train her kids to use firearms the moment they could hold a gun and teach them curse words the moment they could speak.

"Hey Rock! Are you even paying attention to me?!" Revy shouted drawing Rock out of his musing.

"Yeah, yeah." Rock said which only served to further anger Revy who just scowled in response but didn't say anything else, 'come to think of it. Revy would make a terrible mother, always drinking and smoking, probably would leave the baby at an orphanage.' Rock thought to himself as they passed a man walking up the road to the Church of Violence, Rock always made sure to pay attention to everyone he passed by on the streets, failure to do so usually ended up in being mugged or killed.

The man wore a tan short sleeve shirt, black cargo pants with boots, and a black military style cap that hid his features, he also carried a small duffle bag in his right hand. The man looked like a military contractor or a bounty hunter, 'probably going to the Church to get weapons,' Rock thought to himself looking at the retreating figure of the man as he walked to the church. 'Is that a barcode?'

"Rock, what the hell are you looking at?" Revy asked looking annoyed.

"Hmm, the guy." Rock gestured to the guy knocking the church doors, "something about him seems off." He said to Revy who stopped and looked at the guy.

"It's just a bounty hunter or merc looking buy weapons." Revy said disinterested before resuming the walk to the car, "come on. Dutch needs this ammo for the next job."

Rock shifted the weight of the duffel bag that carried boxes of different ammo types for the various guns aboard the Black Lagoon before following Revy, he still couldn't shake the feeling about the man but decided to file it away for later.

47 knocked on the church doors waiting for someone to answer, his thoughts back to the two that he passed on the way to the Church of Violence. 'Revy, Two Hands.' 47 thought to himself thinking back to the woman. Like the Bloodhound 47 knew of Two Hands by reputation and from the files provided by ICA knew that she is a master when it comes to her two signature pistols and that she loved violence. ICA thought about recruiting her but considering that the ICA primarily deals in covert assassinations whereas Revy, Two Hands likes to announce her presence.

The sound of doors opening drew 47's attention back to the present, greeting him is his target Edith Blackwater. "What do you want?" Edith asked annoyed, her angular pink glasses hiding her eyes and reflecting the light from the sun.

"Bishop, I'm here to pick up a package that I ordered." 47 told her using the alias that Diana gave him.

"Some of the weapons you ordered were hard to come by. The price has gone up," Edith said calmly chewing on a piece of gum.

"How much?"

"Forty grand," Edith said with her best poker face, making a bubble with her gum before it popped and went back to chewing.

"Very well, show me." 47 said in calm tone that seemed to piss off Edith based on her scowl and the way she clenched her teeth.

"Where's the money?" she asked crossing her arms with an annoyed tone. 47 gestured to the duffel bag that he carried, "money first. Then the guns." Edith stated.

"Guns first, then the money." 47 retorted still calm furthering angering Edith.

"Listen asshole, we have the guns and unless I see the money. You won't see them," Edith said getting directly in 47's face.

"Now, what's going on here?" An older woman's voice entered the conversation. 47 looked over Edith's shoulder and saw Yolanda with a smile on her face giving the older woman a gentle appearance.

"Baldy here won't hand over the cash for the weapons we procured for him." Edith told Yolanda who just continued to smile and direct her gaze to 47.

"Young man, you understand that this is a place of business." Yolanda told him, "payment must be made…"

"When I see the weapons for myself," 47 said cutting the older woman off which caused her to furrow her brow at him in annoyance. "I've dealt with arms dealers who would renege on the agreed upon deal and try to kill me," 47 said the last part looking at Edith.

"Edith are you trying to extort our customers again?" Yolanda asked which caused the younger woman to sweat a little and stutter a little, "this would explain Rebecca's attitude." The older said in a low voice that 47 almost didn't hear, "do you have the money?" Yolanda asked.

47 unzipped the duffel bag and showed the contents to both woman, the bag contained $100,000 in unmarked bills. "Very well, Edith show him the weapons. This is a reputable business and we always value our customers," Yolanda said before turning around and disappearing further into the church.

"Fucking old bitch," 47 heard Edith say under her breath. "Fine, follow me." Edith said turning around walking down the aisle with 47 following close behind.

"Is there a restroom?" 47 asked once Edith stopped in front of a door. Edith looked at him once again with an annoyed look.

"Are you serious?" Edith asked annoyed. 47 didn't bother to respond instead looking directly at her, "around the corner, third door on the left." Edith said giving him directions, not saying a word 47 went to the restroom leaving Edith to wait.

Eda was beyond annoyed she wanted to kill the bald fucker and take the money but Yolanda was right, the Church of Violence had a reputation to uphold and if word got out that they were killing customers then it would hurt their business. True they had to kill customers before but those were idiots who tried to take the weapons by force and were quickly dealt with.

It had been two weeks since she betrayed Langley and she didn't regret it but that didn't mean she enjoyed it. Honestly she was thinking of leaving Langley for a while now and saw the arrival of the black ops team as the opportunity she needed. She knew that Langley had to have satellite footage of her killing the team and disposing of the bodies and she knew that they would strike back at her, if they did then she would sell the info that she gathered on all CIA operations in the region to Hotel Moscow and the Triad who in turn would make sure that the info got into the hands of the right people.

She would worry about the CIA later when the time came, she sighed crossing her arms as she waited for Bishop to return and she didn't have to wait long as he came around the corner and approached her. Pushing herself off the wall she entered the room first with Bishop following, the room sported two couches and a coffee table in the middle with a desk set against the far wall, the stained window covered the right wall bathing the room in a different array of colors. Eda walked over to the desk which sat a large case, grabbing the case she set it down on the coffee table and opened it showing the contents to Bishop.

"Two SIG Sauer P227 Tactical .45 pistols with an extended 18 round magazine, the barrels have been fitted with a suppressor as specified in the order." Edith said sounding like a salesman. 47 walked passed her and set the duffel bag on the desk withdrawing the agreed upon sum and setting it on the desk before walking back to the case to inspect the weapons. Eda left Bishop to his inspections while she counted the money, "pleasure doing business with you." Eda said setting the money down and turned around to face Bishop only to come face to face with the barrel of a SIG P227, she didn't have time to reach for her gun or dodge as Bishop quickly pulled the trigger ending her life.

47 lowered the gun, he made sure to load the gun the moment Edith spoke which covered the sound of the pistol slide being closed and the hammer cocked. Taking out his secure phone, 47 took a picture of Edith for proof of death to his clients. 'Now to eliminate Yolanda and Rico,' 47 thought as he holstered the gun behind his back and left the room making sure to lock it and set out to find Rico.

Rico was tired from overseeing the transfer and storage of the products that the Church housed before shipping them off to their next destination. The Church of Violence didn't only trade in weapons but also smuggled goods such as drugs, money, and other goods that the Church houses before sending them off and at the head of this operation is Sister Yolanda. Rico didn't know Yolanda that well even though she recruited him into the Church and taught him a bit of the knowledge needed to run the smaller operations that make up the Church of Violence.

Once the last of the products were stored Rico dismissed the other workers for the day and set out to find Eda. "Excuse me, Rico." Turning around Rico came face to face with a bald man wearing priest robes like him, figuring him to be a new recruit into the organization Rico put on a smile.

"Yes,"

"Sister Eda is asking for your help in disposing of a client." The newcomer said getting the attention of Rico, usually Eda only ever needed his help in getting rid of a dead body.

"Very well," Rico said with a sigh gesturing for the man to lead the way. "I haven't seen you before, are you new?" Rico asked the man once they entered the Church.

"Yes, Sister Yolanda brought me into the fold yesterday. Today is my first day," the man said turning the corner.

"Did Eda kill one of our clients?" Rico asked curious.

"Yes, she said that Bishop tried to take the weapons with force and she killed him."

"The one who requested the SIG P227's?" Rico asked.

"Correct," the man said stopping in front of the room that Eda and Sister Yolanda use for meeting and transactions. Opening the door Rico entered the room first.

"Eda, what did Sister Yolanda say about killing our customers. Sawyer is off for the weekend and we have to store the body in…" Rico stopped talking when he saw the body of Eda, before he could react he felt a wire go around his neck and being lifted off the ground. Rico's hands instantly went to his neck to try and relieve the pressure cutting of his airflow but to no avail as the pressure increased, Rico tried reaching for his weapon to at least warn Yolanda but he couldn't as his necked snapped killing him.

47 lowered the body of Rico to the floor and put the garrote that he always carried on his person away, repeating the process of photographing Rico as proof of death. 47 once again left the room and went to find Yolanda in her office which is located at the back of the church, 47 made sure to not be seen by anyone who could be walking the halls as he made his way to Yolanda's office. Soon he arrived at Yolanda's office, drawing his pistol he slowly opened the door and saw the elder woman sitting at her desk drinking tea.

"I have not seen you before," Yolanda said before recognition hit her. immediately she zeroed in on the gun in 47's hand, "I take it that Eda and Rico are dead?" she asked but received no response from 47. "I cannot let you live then," she said drawing her custom gold plated Desert Eagle and aimed at 47 but something felt off to Yolanda as her grip on the gun weakened and fell from her grasp. The gun hitting the floor just as Yolanda began coughing up blood and collapsed on her desk, "how?" she asked before coughing up more blood and finally passed away.

47 didn't say anything as he walked to Yolanda's desk and pushed away the tea cup with his free hand and once again repeated what he did with Edith and Rico, after taking her photo he left her office and went to retrieve his things. After changing back into his clothes he went back to the room with Eda and Rico, retrieving the duffel bag and the weapons case he went to the security room and made sure to wipe the memory and take any shell casings with him.

Once that was taken care of 47 left the Church of Violence and headed to the port to leave Roanapur via a boat, along the way he uploaded the proof of death photos to Diana. Soon his phone chimed just as he reached the boat, after boarding he checked his phone and found a message from Diana.

'Client is pleased. Payment has been made, excellent work 47.'

With that 47 left Roanpur behind.

The following day personal of the Church of Violence found the bodies of Eda, Rico, and Yolanda and soon word spread throughout the city of Roanapur of Yolanda's death. Gangs began pointing fingers at Hotel Moscow and the Triad claiming that those two organizations are the only ones that have hitmen on their payroll. Only through a show of force from Hotel Moscow and the Triad did things quiet down but everyone knew that things had just changed in the city.

Balalaika stood in Yolanda's office looking at the desk that still had her blood on it staining the oak, the bodies had already been taken to Sawyer who was called back to dispose of the bodies.

"Capitan," a man with a heavy Russian accent said behind Balalaika who didn't turn around.

"Report, Sergeant."

"The men have scoured the Church and found nothing. No shell casings or anything to help identify the perpetrator." Boris said

"What you'd expect? A card with the name of whoever did and where to find them." a newcomer said which caught the attention of Balalaika who turned around to see Chang, the head of the Thailand branch of the Triad enter the office.

"What are you doing here?" she asked despite already knowing the answer.

"You already know that, Fryface." Chang said crossing his arms and smiling slightly has Balalaika had a scowl on her face from the nickname that the gangs called her. "Yolanda and her associates are dead, obviously this is the work of a professional and not an amateur." He said leaning against the door frame the light from the stain glass window reflected in his sunglass which he never took off.

Balalaika nodded at Boris who left the room leaving the two alone. "Think the CIA sent one of their own?" Chang asked.

"Unlikely, they wouldn't risk another team knowing full well that we could kill them as soon as they set foot in this city." Balalaika said crossing her arms, Chang knew of her anger towards the CIA that goes back to when she served in the Soviet Army in Afghanistan fighting the locals and lost thanks to weapons supplied by the CIA. "This is going to affect our business, babe."

Chang furrowed his brows in response to the nickname Balalaika called him, "yeah. Different gunrunners are going to attempt to fill the void left behind by Yolanda. Different stocks, different prices." Chang said pulling out a cigarette case and opened it, grabbing one of the cigarettes before offering the case to Balalaika who refused.

"Sorry for the interruption, Capitan." Boris said entering the room once again, "Rock is here and says that he has information on who did this."

Both Chang and Balalaika looked surprised, Balalaika told Boris to bring Rock to them while Chang tried to find his lighter but before he could find it Balalaika produced a light for him. "Rock is full of surprises, isn't he?" she said after Chang pulled back inhaling the smoke.

"He's nothing if not resourceful. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he ends up leading his own organization." Chang said honestly, the former Japanese businessman had a way with words and a gift for getting people to see things his way, not to mention the manipulation of others through words and not at gunpoint. In fact, he might be the most dangerous person in Roanapur. Chang turned to face the door just in time as Rock entered the room wearing his usual attire which never seemed to change.

"Balalaika, Chang." Rock said greeting them both.

"Such formality, Rock." Balalaika said causing him to look down at the floor.

"Boris said you have information on who did this," Chang said getting to the reason why Rock is standing in front of them.

"Right, when Revy and I were leaving the Church. I spotted a bald man walking to the Church, I got a weird feeling about which in town is saying something." Rock said, "the man looked to be a mercenary or a bounty hunter, I didn't get a good look at his face but I noticed that he had a tattoo of a barcode on the back of his head."

"Anything else?" Balalaika asked interested as is Chang.

"That all I can remember," Rock said taking a breather.

"How is Revy?" Chang asked causing Rock to look down once again.

"At the Yellow Flag drinking up a storm and yelling about how much a bitch Eda and Yolanda were." Rock said concerned for his friend, when news of Eda's death reached her she instantly went to the Yellow Flag and ordered the strongest drink that had. That was two hours ago.

"She'll be alright in a week," Chang said taking another puff of his cigarette. "Thanks Rock, for the info. Now go be with Revy before she destroys the Yellow Flag in another drunken fit." Chang said dismissing Rock who nodded and left. "A bald killer with a barcode tattoo, sound familiar?" he asked Balalaika facing her.

"I always thought he was a myth," she said gripping her arm in frustration.

"All myths have at least some truth to them." Chang said finishing his cigarette and placing the bud inside the cigarette case. "I'll ask around and see what I can find. I expect it won't be much." He said walking towards the door, "see you around. Fryface." Chang said to Balalaika over his shoulder before leaving the room.

Balalaika left soon after Chang did meeting Boris outside the Church. Turning around she faced the Church of Violence one last time, chances are whoever takes over the weapons trade will most likely set up shop elsewhere and the Church will fall into ruin. She felt Boris place her coat on her shoulders, turning around she walked to the black SUV with Boris at her side who opened the door for her. Entering the SUV and taking her seat she waited for Boris to enter before ordering the driver to take her back to Hotel Moscow.

"Boris, contact Benny of the Black Lagoon and ask him to gather any information on 47." Balalaika ordered her second in command as she retrieved a cigar and lit it, inhaling the smoke. "Contact our friends in the Kremlin and have them do the same." She said looking out the window to see the city lights go by, "we'll see how good you are, 47."