Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop, but I do claim the creative liberties to this story.


Bright fluorescent lights flicker on, illuminating the long bleak hospital corridors. The small handful of nurses busied themselves as they preparing for the morning shift. A single janitor pushed his squeaky cart of cleaning supplies down the sterile hall, passed the many patient-filled rooms, passed the room where a certain man by the name of Jet Black lay, still slumbering deeply as the monitors beeped their monotone tune. His eyes shifted back and forth beneath his heavy eyelids, his brain playing through the happenings of the past events.

--He was in a dark and musty ally, his adrenaline already pumping heavily in his veins. Rats scurried away, pushing battles and cans aside as they made their way to feast on newly found prey of stale bread, but Jet paid them no mind. His own prey was nearby as well, hiding in the shadows of an old worn down warehouse, years past its prime.

His partner, Fad, yelled out to him, saying that he would go around the side. So he and his partner separated, and he went on alone. Jet continued on down the ally, finding a large rusted door that was partially cracked open. He slammed the door wide open, his gun raised as his eyes swept over the large empty warehouse. Empty save for one other man.

Standing in the center of the room was a tall, thin black man. An assassin who had found himself on the payroll of the leading crime syndicate, known as the Red Dragon.

"Udai Taxim! You are under arrest," Jet yelled. No sooner had he had uttered that simple phrase, did a blinding light turn on from above. He covered his eyes with his left arm, trying to shield himself from the maddening glare. His stomach lurched and dread became his new companion. He had been set up; and the last thing he remembered was the rain of gunfire and blood.--

So, here we are now, in this scantily decorated hospital room with flecks of 'get well' flowers and cards offering sympathy for the room's only occupant, the shattered remnants of a once proud agent of the ISSP. A man now forever scarred by treachery's cruel hand.