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Spike's POV

As I walked down the streets of Mars, I studied my current surrounding as it changed with each step I took. I knew this place like the back of my hand, but, after a close encounter with death. How could I not appreciate how magnificent this place truly is. My mind wondered about the past, how I survive the battle, I wasn't sure. I walked down the stairs, badly wounded, next thing I know, I'm waking up in a hospital on life support. From what I was told, I was in a coma for over a year.

It was strange to wake up and learn that a year has passed while you slept. What can I say except it really sucked. All that I had left was my gun and clothing so I did what I do best. I became a bounty hunter again. Except this time, I was alone, no friends or family left. Well, to be honest. I had friends, but, that was a long time ago.

Walking down this street was very boring but I had to do it. The Swordfish II was at the house in need of repairs. Jet normally fixed it whenever something happened but I guess I can't rely on his mechanic skills anymore. On my own with just my wits and skill.

Faye's POV

I can't believe Jet decided to take another bounty without letting me agree to it! He really screwed up this time. We're supposed to go after some martial artist who killed several people! I don't know martial arts! Neither does Jet! Sure, we got tricks to pull. But what if they don't work! I can only get so close. Damnit, I can never seem to understand that man.

Looking out of the window, I must say. Mars really does look beautiful from a distance. Much like Earth did before the gate incident. I let out a sigh at the thought of going back to Mars. The memories I have of that once barren planet aren't what one would say are worth remembering. But that was the past. If there is anything I've learned from his teachings is that we must never dwell on the past.

"Him." That spiky headed jerk. He better be glad that he's dead! I'd kill him if he wasn't. Or shove my foot up his ass. Which ever came first. Violently the ship shook around me as we entered the Martian atmosphere. "Dammit Jet! Keep it steady will ya!" I yelled out at him, "Hey you wanna drive?" "Just shut up and drive the damn thing right!"

Normal POV Spike

Spike stepped toward a bar, above it was a sign of neon lights with the words "Wonder Shot Bar". The green haired cowboy stepped through the door and scanned over the bar with his keen eyesight. Almost as if he rehearsed, he walked up to the bar and sat down on the stool, watching as the bartender moved in front of him. "What'll be." "A shot of whiskey." "Right up." "Better yet. Bring a cup." "Trying to forget something?" "Just trying to remember something important." "Well, if you're trying to remember something important then why don't you leave the bar. This place only drowns memories."

With a nod, Spike stepped outside and walked around the corner, stepped into the alley and walked into the back of the bar. There he met the bartender waiting for him to come. "Got the information?" Spike questioned, "I want you to promise me that you'll take him down. I'm tired of him always forcing me to pay his protection fee." "You have my word." "Look, I don't want you traced back to me. So be careful and don't get killed." Spike nodded as the Bartender started to speak again.

"Don Dangler lives on N. Meadow Street in the northern part of town. He lives on the Red Dagger Apartment's room number 254. Be careful, I hear he's a master in martial arts and very deadly. He'll kill you if you take him too lightly." "Then in that case, I'll be having some fun on this hunt." With a smile on his face, Spike Spiegal left the backroom and entered the cold once more. The wind picked up blowing his trench coat wildly in the air as he looked into the sky. There he was a red flaming object, probably a ship, descending toward the red planet to dock. Unknowing to him, the ship he was looking at was none other than the Bebop.