The phone rings. He opens his eyes slowly. The phone rings again. He
puts the phone on speaker and lets out a long grunt.
"Gooooood evening Mr. Spiegle. This is your 8:30 wake up call."
"Ugh, call back in an hour" he says, and then hangs up.
He turns over, fluffs his pillow, then falls back down.
There's a sudden bang on the door, followed by "Spike, wake up, we gotta go."
He grunts sits up, and grabs his head. "not so loud, my head feels bad enough as it is, it doesn't need your help."
Spike stands up, taking his hands off of his head, stretches, and waits for his eyes to adjust to the light. He picks up his pants, and takes out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. He pulls one out, and says to him self "Damn, my last one"
He puts the cigarette in his mouth, lights it, puts his pants on, and looks around for his shirt. He walks over to the dresser and slips his shirt on.
He walks over and opens the door.
"I swear, my mom gets ready faster then you do." Jet says.
"But you mothers dead, Jet"
"Exactly." Jet says with a smile.
"Well, I would love to see you move fast with a hang over" Spike replies to Jet. He grabs his jacket as he walks out, shutting the door behind him.
"Its 8:45, we need to be there in 15 minuets." Jet told Spike.
"It was an anonymous tip, so we're not even sure he'll be there in the first place"
"Still, it doesn't hurt to look and see"
"Unless it's a trap"
"A trap, Spike? Really, set by who?"
"Someone who hates bounty hunters? I don't know, I'm just saying you shouldn't be so trusting."
"And you should be more trusting." Jet says. "besides, I don't trust you."
"But you'll trust complete strangers."
"Yeah, well you've given me reason not to trust you." Jet replies. " do you have the keys?" he asks
"No, you drove last." Spike says.
"Yeah, but I put them on the armrest to give them too you and then locked the door." Jets eyes widened as the thought of locking the keys into the car enters his mind. Jet ran over to the car and stars into the window. "I don't see them." Jet pauses waiting for Spikes reply. "Spike?" Jet says, still waiting for a reply. "Are you there?" Jet asks, looking up.
Spike was standing there dangling the keys from his fingers. "I thought you didn't trust me?" Spike asks, with a grin.
"Yeah, well, I don't now." Jet says "just get in the car and change the subject." Jet opens the driver side door, and unlocking the rest of them.
"Too what?" Spike asks, stomping out his cigarette, then stepping into the car.
"I don't know, just pick something."
"How about we listen to the radio?" Spike asks.
"We can't, it doesn't work."
"OK, then I guess we sit in silence 'till we get there"
"Sounds good to me" Jet says
Spike yawns. "wake me up when we get there Jet"
...
"Spike, Spike, wake up, we're here" Jet says, shaking Spike.
"Ugh, already?"
"Yes, now get up."
In the back ground there are gunshots followed by everyone get down on the ground NOW!
Spike steps out of the car, staring at the bank. "What's this one wanted for, again?" Spike asks.
"Armed robbery" Jet replies.
"Surprise, surprise." Spike says.
"Well, standing around here wont get the job done." Jet points out.
"Yeah, I guess." Spike says, walking toward the bank. He stops in front of the door, looking at the "No Smoking" sign, wishing he had a cigarette. "Life goes on." he says to him self. He opens the bank doors, and then puts his hands into his jackets pockets, and walks in.
"Huh?" the man with the gun says. He swung around and points the gun at Spike. "You, take your hands out of your pocket, and get on the ground!" He yells.
Spike, looking at the floor, takes his hands out of his pockets, and puts them in the air.
"Did you here me?" the man yells. "Get on the ground, NOW!"
Spike looks up and stares at the man.
The man walks over to Spike and lifts the gun in the air. "I says get down!" the man yells, and swung the gun at Spike.
Spike ducks under the swing, and came back up, head butting the man, knocking him out.
Spike turns and looks at the people on the ground. "You guys can stand up now."
The hostages stood up, not taking their eyes off of Spike or the man on the ground. A mother ran out of there as fast as she could with a baby in one arm and pulling another child with the other. The other hostages start to file out.
Out side, there were sirens as the first police car shows up.
"What the hell?" one of the officers says, staring at the exiting hostages. He steps out of the car and walks up to one of the hostages. "What's going on?"
"I... I don't know." The hostage says.
Jet walks into the bank. "Spike, the police are here."
"Good," Spike says handcuffing the man on the ground. "They just saved us a trip."
The officer walks in and stares at Spike and Jet. "What's going on here?" He demanded.
"You're a little late, don't you think." Spike says, standing up.
"Who are you? The officer asks.
"Just a couple of bounty hunters trying to make a living." Spike says, picking the guy on the ground up. "Now, I believe this is yours," He says pushing the guy over to the officer. "And that you owe us something for our troubles." ...
Spike walks out of the police station. "I cant believe they only gave us $800 for him." He says.
"Well, he was wanted only for two accounts of armed robbery, and the second being the most recent."
"Well, yeah but..." Spike was saying when he was interrupted by a ringing cell phone.
"Hello?" Spike answers
"Nice job with the robbery, very impressive." The man on the phone says.
"Who is this?" Spike demanded
"Tisk, tisk, what manners. You pay someone a compliment, and don't even get so much as 'Thank you'" The man on the phone says.
"What do you want?"
"Well, I did do something for you, now I'm hoping you could return the favor. Be at warehouse 13 at the harbor by 10:00." The man on the phone says, and then hung up.
"Spike, who was that?" Jet asks
"What time is it?"
"9:37, why? Who was that Spike?"
"Give me the keys."
Jet took the keys out of his pocket and hands them to Spike, grabbing his wrist when Spike went for them. "Be careful Spike."
Spike looks at Jet and nods, then got in the car and drove off
Spike pulls up to the harbor gates and stops. The guard comes up to the car and shines a light in Spikes face.
"Can I help you?" Spike asks
"I should be the one asking that. It's a little late to be visiting the harbor, don't you think?"
Spike reaches in his coat pocket and pulls out a gun and points it at the guard "I have my reasons. Now open the gate."
The guard drops the flash light, and stumbles back to his post and opens the gate.
Spike sped through.
Spike slows to a stop in front of a row of warehouses. He steps out of the car and looks at his watch. "nine fifty-six." The watch had read. He starts down the row of warehouses.
When he got to warehouse 13, he opens the door and walks in.
The door shut behind him. He walks in further. The room's dimly lit from lamps hanging from the ceiling.
"Welcome." A voice echoes through the warehouse.
A bright light flash's on at the top of a set of stairs. A man starts walking down. "I'm surprised to see you, I didn't think you were going to show"
"If you didn't think I was going come, why are you here?"
"Just in case you did." The man says.
"Who are you?"
"Oh it hurts that you don't remember me, Spike," The man says, stepping down from the last step. "Seeing as how we were partners."
"Trey?" Spike says.
"Oh, so you do remember me."
"But... but you died"
"I am dead. I am as dead as people believe. But you, on the other hand, are dead no matter who believes it." Trey walks up to Spike, and looks into his eyes. "Funny, I thought it would be a lot harder than this." Trey pulls out a gun and shoves it in Spikes stomach. "But I also never thought that you would just leave me to die."
Spike had a puzzling look on his face for the split second before Trey pulls the trigger.
Spike falls on to Trey's right shoulder, then slides of and hits the ground.
Trey puts the gun back into his jacket, turns around and starts to walk back. Just as he is half way up the stairs, he hears a gunshot, and feels a sharp pain in his left shoulder. He grabs his wound. He can feel the blood run down his arm.
"You don't really think I would let you get away with this, did you?" Spike says with a fake smile on his face. His left arm is holding his stomach. His other arm is aiming the gun at Trey. Spike was breathing heavily. "You know better than that."
"You should have just stayed down." Trey says, pulling his gun back out from his coat.
"I can't do that. Besides, it would've gone against what you had just said"
Trey swings around and points the gun at Spike. "I guess your right."
"When am I not?" Spike asks, not expecting a reply.
Spike stood there, staring at Trey, trying not to collapse, and Trey just stares back, ignoring the pain in his shoulder.
"Well," Spike says, pausing to catch his breath, "What are you going to do about it?"
Trey smiles and let out a grunt. He could fill the gun kick as he pulled the trigger.
Spike feels the bullet enter his right shoulder as he pulls the trigger.
They both stand there, staring at each other.
Trey's smile slowly fades as he began to fall. The sound off his body falling down the stairs echoes through the room.
Spike drops his gun, and faintly says "Now I leave you to die." He turns and limps to the door. He pauses. "Adios cowboy." He opens the door and walks out.
"Gooooood evening Mr. Spiegle. This is your 8:30 wake up call."
"Ugh, call back in an hour" he says, and then hangs up.
He turns over, fluffs his pillow, then falls back down.
There's a sudden bang on the door, followed by "Spike, wake up, we gotta go."
He grunts sits up, and grabs his head. "not so loud, my head feels bad enough as it is, it doesn't need your help."
Spike stands up, taking his hands off of his head, stretches, and waits for his eyes to adjust to the light. He picks up his pants, and takes out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. He pulls one out, and says to him self "Damn, my last one"
He puts the cigarette in his mouth, lights it, puts his pants on, and looks around for his shirt. He walks over to the dresser and slips his shirt on.
He walks over and opens the door.
"I swear, my mom gets ready faster then you do." Jet says.
"But you mothers dead, Jet"
"Exactly." Jet says with a smile.
"Well, I would love to see you move fast with a hang over" Spike replies to Jet. He grabs his jacket as he walks out, shutting the door behind him.
"Its 8:45, we need to be there in 15 minuets." Jet told Spike.
"It was an anonymous tip, so we're not even sure he'll be there in the first place"
"Still, it doesn't hurt to look and see"
"Unless it's a trap"
"A trap, Spike? Really, set by who?"
"Someone who hates bounty hunters? I don't know, I'm just saying you shouldn't be so trusting."
"And you should be more trusting." Jet says. "besides, I don't trust you."
"But you'll trust complete strangers."
"Yeah, well you've given me reason not to trust you." Jet replies. " do you have the keys?" he asks
"No, you drove last." Spike says.
"Yeah, but I put them on the armrest to give them too you and then locked the door." Jets eyes widened as the thought of locking the keys into the car enters his mind. Jet ran over to the car and stars into the window. "I don't see them." Jet pauses waiting for Spikes reply. "Spike?" Jet says, still waiting for a reply. "Are you there?" Jet asks, looking up.
Spike was standing there dangling the keys from his fingers. "I thought you didn't trust me?" Spike asks, with a grin.
"Yeah, well, I don't now." Jet says "just get in the car and change the subject." Jet opens the driver side door, and unlocking the rest of them.
"Too what?" Spike asks, stomping out his cigarette, then stepping into the car.
"I don't know, just pick something."
"How about we listen to the radio?" Spike asks.
"We can't, it doesn't work."
"OK, then I guess we sit in silence 'till we get there"
"Sounds good to me" Jet says
Spike yawns. "wake me up when we get there Jet"
...
"Spike, Spike, wake up, we're here" Jet says, shaking Spike.
"Ugh, already?"
"Yes, now get up."
In the back ground there are gunshots followed by everyone get down on the ground NOW!
Spike steps out of the car, staring at the bank. "What's this one wanted for, again?" Spike asks.
"Armed robbery" Jet replies.
"Surprise, surprise." Spike says.
"Well, standing around here wont get the job done." Jet points out.
"Yeah, I guess." Spike says, walking toward the bank. He stops in front of the door, looking at the "No Smoking" sign, wishing he had a cigarette. "Life goes on." he says to him self. He opens the bank doors, and then puts his hands into his jackets pockets, and walks in.
"Huh?" the man with the gun says. He swung around and points the gun at Spike. "You, take your hands out of your pocket, and get on the ground!" He yells.
Spike, looking at the floor, takes his hands out of his pockets, and puts them in the air.
"Did you here me?" the man yells. "Get on the ground, NOW!"
Spike looks up and stares at the man.
The man walks over to Spike and lifts the gun in the air. "I says get down!" the man yells, and swung the gun at Spike.
Spike ducks under the swing, and came back up, head butting the man, knocking him out.
Spike turns and looks at the people on the ground. "You guys can stand up now."
The hostages stood up, not taking their eyes off of Spike or the man on the ground. A mother ran out of there as fast as she could with a baby in one arm and pulling another child with the other. The other hostages start to file out.
Out side, there were sirens as the first police car shows up.
"What the hell?" one of the officers says, staring at the exiting hostages. He steps out of the car and walks up to one of the hostages. "What's going on?"
"I... I don't know." The hostage says.
Jet walks into the bank. "Spike, the police are here."
"Good," Spike says handcuffing the man on the ground. "They just saved us a trip."
The officer walks in and stares at Spike and Jet. "What's going on here?" He demanded.
"You're a little late, don't you think." Spike says, standing up.
"Who are you? The officer asks.
"Just a couple of bounty hunters trying to make a living." Spike says, picking the guy on the ground up. "Now, I believe this is yours," He says pushing the guy over to the officer. "And that you owe us something for our troubles." ...
Spike walks out of the police station. "I cant believe they only gave us $800 for him." He says.
"Well, he was wanted only for two accounts of armed robbery, and the second being the most recent."
"Well, yeah but..." Spike was saying when he was interrupted by a ringing cell phone.
"Hello?" Spike answers
"Nice job with the robbery, very impressive." The man on the phone says.
"Who is this?" Spike demanded
"Tisk, tisk, what manners. You pay someone a compliment, and don't even get so much as 'Thank you'" The man on the phone says.
"What do you want?"
"Well, I did do something for you, now I'm hoping you could return the favor. Be at warehouse 13 at the harbor by 10:00." The man on the phone says, and then hung up.
"Spike, who was that?" Jet asks
"What time is it?"
"9:37, why? Who was that Spike?"
"Give me the keys."
Jet took the keys out of his pocket and hands them to Spike, grabbing his wrist when Spike went for them. "Be careful Spike."
Spike looks at Jet and nods, then got in the car and drove off
Spike pulls up to the harbor gates and stops. The guard comes up to the car and shines a light in Spikes face.
"Can I help you?" Spike asks
"I should be the one asking that. It's a little late to be visiting the harbor, don't you think?"
Spike reaches in his coat pocket and pulls out a gun and points it at the guard "I have my reasons. Now open the gate."
The guard drops the flash light, and stumbles back to his post and opens the gate.
Spike sped through.
Spike slows to a stop in front of a row of warehouses. He steps out of the car and looks at his watch. "nine fifty-six." The watch had read. He starts down the row of warehouses.
When he got to warehouse 13, he opens the door and walks in.
The door shut behind him. He walks in further. The room's dimly lit from lamps hanging from the ceiling.
"Welcome." A voice echoes through the warehouse.
A bright light flash's on at the top of a set of stairs. A man starts walking down. "I'm surprised to see you, I didn't think you were going to show"
"If you didn't think I was going come, why are you here?"
"Just in case you did." The man says.
"Who are you?"
"Oh it hurts that you don't remember me, Spike," The man says, stepping down from the last step. "Seeing as how we were partners."
"Trey?" Spike says.
"Oh, so you do remember me."
"But... but you died"
"I am dead. I am as dead as people believe. But you, on the other hand, are dead no matter who believes it." Trey walks up to Spike, and looks into his eyes. "Funny, I thought it would be a lot harder than this." Trey pulls out a gun and shoves it in Spikes stomach. "But I also never thought that you would just leave me to die."
Spike had a puzzling look on his face for the split second before Trey pulls the trigger.
Spike falls on to Trey's right shoulder, then slides of and hits the ground.
Trey puts the gun back into his jacket, turns around and starts to walk back. Just as he is half way up the stairs, he hears a gunshot, and feels a sharp pain in his left shoulder. He grabs his wound. He can feel the blood run down his arm.
"You don't really think I would let you get away with this, did you?" Spike says with a fake smile on his face. His left arm is holding his stomach. His other arm is aiming the gun at Trey. Spike was breathing heavily. "You know better than that."
"You should have just stayed down." Trey says, pulling his gun back out from his coat.
"I can't do that. Besides, it would've gone against what you had just said"
Trey swings around and points the gun at Spike. "I guess your right."
"When am I not?" Spike asks, not expecting a reply.
Spike stood there, staring at Trey, trying not to collapse, and Trey just stares back, ignoring the pain in his shoulder.
"Well," Spike says, pausing to catch his breath, "What are you going to do about it?"
Trey smiles and let out a grunt. He could fill the gun kick as he pulled the trigger.
Spike feels the bullet enter his right shoulder as he pulls the trigger.
They both stand there, staring at each other.
Trey's smile slowly fades as he began to fall. The sound off his body falling down the stairs echoes through the room.
Spike drops his gun, and faintly says "Now I leave you to die." He turns and limps to the door. He pauses. "Adios cowboy." He opens the door and walks out.