Welcome, this is my first Bebop Fic.
I do not own any characters but my own.
Enjoy.

He sat and he waited, cold eyes closed as the ship trailed on. His katana was in his hand, sheathed for the time being. Cold eyes then opened as the ship's breaks engaged and the decline started. A smile crossed his thin lips, holding nothing but malevolence. He stood, tall frame moving silently, stopping only to allow the door open its twin red dragons, pulling away and then rotating opposite directions to admit him passage. His strides were long and his face cold, eyes reflecting nothing but immorality.

He boarded his ship without a sound, waiting patiently for the bay doors to open. As he waited his mind went back, shifting through memories like smoke…his last confrontation with Spike, his last woman, his childhood…all dead to him. The click and hiss of the bay doors broke him from his daydream, the rotating lights at the corners of the rectangular doors play across his silvery hair, painting it alternately red and yellow. He set his katana in its receptacle and started the small craft. Once punching in the combo to run up his weapons heads-up display, all guns functioning, fuel levels topped off, he pushed the throttle forward as the docking clamps release his landing gear, and he departed; the larger ship birthing this wicked serpent born livid, and poisonous.

He flew idle loops around the cityscape that had become his hunting grounds now that he had been located; he had been here on Mars this whole time. Since that damned rat infiltrated the Syndicate and gained his trust, then killed a few handfuls of his men, stole a brand new batch of Redeye, as well as weapons and several millions in woolongs. He would now die.

Blake Simmons was his name, born into a well off family. No one knew anything else about him; it was as if he were a ghost. The only thing relevant was that his parents were murdered, and that he had a twin sister. If he could not be found, his sister could. He landed on a rooftop pad and jumped out noiselessly, there would be a car waiting for him out front. He took his long strides to the elevator and waited…again memories flashing him his past and he couldn't focus on if he wanted to remember them clearly or not. His eyes blankly watch the numbers on the elevator's readout 10 – 9 – 8 – 7…and so on. The doors open on the lobby and he walked across the long red and gold carpets, out the tall double glass doors and onto the street. The car's door opened and he climbed into the back, the driver would be informed of where to go so he would not have to say a word to him. The driver did his job and with precision, he turned into the street and drove.

Vicious remained silent, his katana resting against his shoulder as his eyes closed. A beeping from the communicator in his pocket began to erupt, breaking the silence. Without opening his cold, dead eyes he reached into his pocket, pulling it out and holding it to his ear, saying nothing.

"We've located his sister, sending you the location now."

His eyes opened slowly, thin lips curved into that malice filled smile as before. The driver suddenly turned around, speeding off in the other direction. The location must have been sent to him. This was going to be quite the entertainment, if Blake would not show himself to him by his own will; his sister would have to be the perfect bait.

To be continued...