Chapter 1...
I was working the late shift, as usual. I hated working at this bar. Buisness had been slow for a long, long while. I heard the door opened and I looked over my shoulder. I couldn't believe my eyes, but when I saw that metalic arm, I knew it was him.
"Jett!?!" I yelled.
He looked up and put that familiar grin on his face.
"Oliver Sullivan. What the hell are you doing here?"
Jett sat down at the bar and a made him a drink.
"I should say the same to you. I thought you were gonna retire after you left the ISSP. But now I'm starting to hear you've teamed up with some guy named Spike and started bounty hunting.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
Jett almost looked emberessed that his name had gotten associated with Spike Speigel.
"And I've also heard you have got some other crew members."
"They're all just stowaways on my ship. That's all." Jet sad in a gruff voice.
"Ha ha ha. The Black Dog has a crew. I love it. Honestly, I didn't exactly see this coming. I mean you've always been a loner. How the heck did you end up with a partner."
"Its a long, long story, Oliver."
"Its a long, long night, Jett."
He sighed and said, "You probably should know, you remeber what happened to the bartender that was here three years ago."
I kinda got a shock, "What? Was Spike the one who shot him."
"No not exactly. Ok, here's how it went. I was already a bounty hunter, well, trying to be a bounty hunter. There were some pretty good bounties, and I had all the equipment I needed, but I never got to the bounties in time. I was wondering if I had made a mistake by trying out this new buisness. I came to this bar, cause I had no where else to go. I had pretty much given up this whole bounty hunting thing. It had been a waste of money. Then he came through the door. He was holding his head, and he looked like he was going to collapse at any moment. He plopped down in the seat next to me and called the bartender.
'Give me a Prarie Oyster' he said in a gruff voice.
'Prarie Oyster?' I said, 'What the hell is that?'
He shifted his eyes to me like I had just insulted his mother or something.
'Its good for a hangover, and I have one hell of a hangover.'
When I saw what the bartender was mixing, I nearly threw up.
'Are you actually gonna drink that. Man, you ain't exactly normal are you?'
He again looked at me like I had just threatened him with a knife or something.
'And what about you, mister metal arm.'
I clutched my arm and said, 'Oh, are we going for low blows? What about your eyes, they aren't exactly the same color are they.'
'What the hell is around your right eye, Mister ISSP.
I looked down at my jacket and said, 'Do you not wash your hair or something? Its green.'
'Is there something on your beard, or do you actually cut it that way. Lose a fight with a pair of scisors?'
We were out of insults. Well, we could have always done 'yo mama' jokes.
Then, the door was busted down, and 4 guys in suits, packin machine guns came in.
'Jett Black!' a fifth one yelled, 'you think you can escape the revenge of the Cobras by becoming a bounty hunter? Now die!!!'
I jumped behind the counter while they went nuts. Killed half the bar I tell ya. I was getting my gun ready, expecting to have a tought fight. When I peeked up from the counter I saw that kid with the hangover still sitting at the bar. The damn idiot hadn't moved an inch.
The gunfire stopped for a moment as the guys from the Cobras just stared at him. He raised his glass to drink his Prarie Oyster, when one of the guys shot the glass right from under him. They were laughing as this weird guy got up.
The fifth one yelled, 'Who the hell are you?'
He didn't move an inch. He just stood there.
One of them yelled, 'Hey buddy, sorry about blowing your drink out of the sky.'
They all started laughing again. The hangover guy pulled his gun and five shots later, all of them were down. Then he casually jumped over the bar looking for the ingredients for his next Prarie Oyster. Meanwhile, those people who survived the little machine gun onslaut were running for their damn lives.
He was looking for something, but couldn't find it.
He turned to the bartender and said, 'Hey where is the...' he then saw the bullet hole in the bartender's head and said, 'Never mind.'
I stood up and said, 'Hey kid, what's your name?'
He looked at me, this time minus the stink eye and said, 'Spike Speigel.'
I grinned and said, 'Ever consider becoming a bounty hunter?'
End of Chapter 1...
I was working the late shift, as usual. I hated working at this bar. Buisness had been slow for a long, long while. I heard the door opened and I looked over my shoulder. I couldn't believe my eyes, but when I saw that metalic arm, I knew it was him.
"Jett!?!" I yelled.
He looked up and put that familiar grin on his face.
"Oliver Sullivan. What the hell are you doing here?"
Jett sat down at the bar and a made him a drink.
"I should say the same to you. I thought you were gonna retire after you left the ISSP. But now I'm starting to hear you've teamed up with some guy named Spike and started bounty hunting.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
Jett almost looked emberessed that his name had gotten associated with Spike Speigel.
"And I've also heard you have got some other crew members."
"They're all just stowaways on my ship. That's all." Jet sad in a gruff voice.
"Ha ha ha. The Black Dog has a crew. I love it. Honestly, I didn't exactly see this coming. I mean you've always been a loner. How the heck did you end up with a partner."
"Its a long, long story, Oliver."
"Its a long, long night, Jett."
He sighed and said, "You probably should know, you remeber what happened to the bartender that was here three years ago."
I kinda got a shock, "What? Was Spike the one who shot him."
"No not exactly. Ok, here's how it went. I was already a bounty hunter, well, trying to be a bounty hunter. There were some pretty good bounties, and I had all the equipment I needed, but I never got to the bounties in time. I was wondering if I had made a mistake by trying out this new buisness. I came to this bar, cause I had no where else to go. I had pretty much given up this whole bounty hunting thing. It had been a waste of money. Then he came through the door. He was holding his head, and he looked like he was going to collapse at any moment. He plopped down in the seat next to me and called the bartender.
'Give me a Prarie Oyster' he said in a gruff voice.
'Prarie Oyster?' I said, 'What the hell is that?'
He shifted his eyes to me like I had just insulted his mother or something.
'Its good for a hangover, and I have one hell of a hangover.'
When I saw what the bartender was mixing, I nearly threw up.
'Are you actually gonna drink that. Man, you ain't exactly normal are you?'
He again looked at me like I had just threatened him with a knife or something.
'And what about you, mister metal arm.'
I clutched my arm and said, 'Oh, are we going for low blows? What about your eyes, they aren't exactly the same color are they.'
'What the hell is around your right eye, Mister ISSP.
I looked down at my jacket and said, 'Do you not wash your hair or something? Its green.'
'Is there something on your beard, or do you actually cut it that way. Lose a fight with a pair of scisors?'
We were out of insults. Well, we could have always done 'yo mama' jokes.
Then, the door was busted down, and 4 guys in suits, packin machine guns came in.
'Jett Black!' a fifth one yelled, 'you think you can escape the revenge of the Cobras by becoming a bounty hunter? Now die!!!'
I jumped behind the counter while they went nuts. Killed half the bar I tell ya. I was getting my gun ready, expecting to have a tought fight. When I peeked up from the counter I saw that kid with the hangover still sitting at the bar. The damn idiot hadn't moved an inch.
The gunfire stopped for a moment as the guys from the Cobras just stared at him. He raised his glass to drink his Prarie Oyster, when one of the guys shot the glass right from under him. They were laughing as this weird guy got up.
The fifth one yelled, 'Who the hell are you?'
He didn't move an inch. He just stood there.
One of them yelled, 'Hey buddy, sorry about blowing your drink out of the sky.'
They all started laughing again. The hangover guy pulled his gun and five shots later, all of them were down. Then he casually jumped over the bar looking for the ingredients for his next Prarie Oyster. Meanwhile, those people who survived the little machine gun onslaut were running for their damn lives.
He was looking for something, but couldn't find it.
He turned to the bartender and said, 'Hey where is the...' he then saw the bullet hole in the bartender's head and said, 'Never mind.'
I stood up and said, 'Hey kid, what's your name?'
He looked at me, this time minus the stink eye and said, 'Spike Speigel.'
I grinned and said, 'Ever consider becoming a bounty hunter?'
End of Chapter 1...