Author's Note: Sorry so much for the lack of updates! I haven't been writing in a while. Thanks to bebopnangel for clearing up the Titan thing for me, I guess I should really watch the show more often blush.
On that note, since I'm much to lazy to calculate exchange rates of Japanese currency--which Woolongs are apparently based on--I'm just going to call money 'credits', and assume that they about equal what an American dollar would nowadays. Hope that doesn't bother anyone. If it does, I guess I could bite the bullet.
Anyway, onto the story! Please enjoy, and please review. Thanks!
They climbed the steps looking suspicious: thin guys with a lot of hair wearing cheap suits and overcoats. Spike wanted a cigarette, badly. Vicious looked mean. Spike wondered if he could do this: kill a man for money.
The man they were supposed to kill was dealing red eye on Syndicate turf. An offense usually punishable by torture and then death, but the ISSP were cracking down on Syndicate operations and all the torture arists were busy on detectives. The killers, too, which was probably why two hoodlums like Spike and Vicious got hired for this job instead of professionals.
The apartment building was dirty. It made Spike think of his own upbringing in a filthy Mars slum, raised sharing a room with roaches. Poverty drove him to crime. He wasn't sure what drove Vicious. Years later he would realize that it was nothing but evil and sadism.
They reached the door: it was green and chipped and the mold was weak. Spike said, "Should we knock or just kick it in?"
Vicious took out his gun, racked the slide. He knocked. There was a sound like a table falling over and a grunt and then the door opened and the man--tall, black, with a thin moustache and almost no hair, wearing a wife beater and slacks--gaped at them and tried to shut the door. Vicious kicked him in the kneecap and shoved the door ajar and walked inside. Spike walked in beside him.
They raised their guns. The dealer shouted, "I'll stop, oh my fucking God I'll stop! I'll go to Venus! I'll go to Ganymede! I'll deal there! Just do--"
Vicious shot him in the gut. Spike shot him in the chest. Bam bam bam: they emptied their clips.
The dealer's body was swimming in blood by the time they left. Vicious gunned the car away and for the next day or two they laid low in a Syndicate hotel, playing cards, watching TV.
A scary man in a black suit dropped their money off. Ten thousand credits each.
Plus a messenge from Yenrai: "You're Syndicate boys now."
They belonged to him.
Author's Note: Well, there you go. Next chapter should Julia into the mix. I'd appreciate it if a fan could let me know just how Spike and Julia first met: did Spike run into her after being shot a million freaking times and she nursed him back to health, or did they originally meet in poolhall? I remember the flashbacks, just not the chronology. I'm assuming they originally met when she nursed him back to health. Or, at least that would be better for me...more dramatic :)