Silence
If I was gonna save Spike's sorry ass, I would have to keep Jet distracted for a little while. I knew he would try to stop me, which is why I had to find out where he was and keep him there.
"Jet?" my voice was still a little shaky from crying. I probably sounded like a little girl.
There was no reply.
I sighed and began my search throughout the ship every once in a while calling out his name.
Didn't Jet hear the gunshots?
Didn't he wonder if Spike and I had shot each other and were laying somewhere aboard the Bebop in a puddle of blood staining his precious floor?
The thought of Spike laying in a puddle of blood tied a knot in my stomach. I was always so good of thinking of very bad things at very bad times.
I stopped in the hallway and called for Jet again, but there was still no reply.
"Where the hell is he?" I started frowning, I didn't have that much time.
I started walking again, listening for any signs of life.
I couldn't get over the silence. It was absolutely deafening.
No food sizzling in the kitchen...
No Spike, working away at his punching bag...
No Ed being crazy, and no Ein yipping at Ed's heels...
I walked passed the bathroom and noticed the "Occupied" light was on.
So that's where he was hiding.
I almost knocked on the door, but I wasn't sure what to say to him. It was kind of awkward...what if he was crying or something? That would be even worse. Jet always struck me as a closet cryer for some reason, and I couldn't deal with him being upset right now as selfish as that may sound.
I toyed with the idea of jamming the bathroom door, but then I decided to take my chances and do what I had to do as quick as I possibly could.
I ran into the lounge area and flicked on the computer. Then I looked up Bob, one of Jet's old friends from the force, and punched in his vid screen access code.
After a few seconds, a man with tired looking eyes and a mustache filled the screen. I noticed that he had posters of naked woman all over the place.
That was a good sign, he'd be a real pushover.
"Hello, Bob." I flashed him the sexiest smile that I could muster under the situation.
"Do I know you?..ah wait you're one of Jet's people." his voice was bland.
"Yeah sure..I'm one of Jet's people" I used my sweet as sugar voice.
"Can you do me a favor?" I batted my eyes at the pervy police officer.
"Look, cupcake, I only do favors for cops or ex cops.." he went back to his magazine with the blond with huge boobs on the cover. Then he had the nerve to yawn.
Cupcake? If I wasn't in such a rush..I really would've let this jackass have it..
I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Fine, but if you don't help me out, I'll just have to mention that little red eye deal that you've got going on the side to Jet."
His eyes widened with shock then he looked away from the screen with a mixture of guilt and defeat washing over his entire face.
"Fine..what do you want?" he scowled.
I just took a wild guess about the red eye. Jet always had something on this guy.
"I need an ambulance to be waiting outside of the Red Dragon's Syndicate headquarters, I need it there right now. There will hopefully..I mean probably be a man coming out of that building with alot of damage..possibly even large gashes. He's tall with green poofy hair.. I want you to make sure this man is well taken care of. "
I wasn't really sure what would happen up there. I wasn't sure if Spike would make it. I wasn't even sure that Spike was going to the Red Dragon's headquarters, but it seemed the most logical guess.
All I could do was send help for him and wait for the bad news.
"And just how do you have this information?"
"It's none of your concern." I was starting to lose my sweet disposition. This guy was wasting time.
"Look lady, this sounds like a prank to me.."
"Well It's not a fucking prank!" I could feel my face burn hot with anger.
"Now if you don't want to lose your badge, then get your ass in gear, make some calls, and get that ambulance out there NOW!" I shot a deadly glare at the vid screen before flipping it off.
I sat there staring at the blank screen and I thought of what Spike said to me just moments before he left. He told me that he wasn't going there to die, he was going to find out if he was alive. It was hard to believe the person that said something so deep like that to me was the same person that was known to swallow his own cigarettes and drink those god awful prairie oysters. I was getting lost in my thoughts when I felt someone behind me.
"Ahem.." Jet cleared his throat. He was standing there like a dad, with his arms crossed and a dissaproving look in his eyes.
"Jet.." I started to say something but he waved his artificial arm at me and cut me off.
"I just want to know one thing Faye... Are you doing this for him or for yourself?"
I wasn't sure anymore..actually I was never really sure in the first place..
I stared up at him, looking for the right words to say, but I found quickly that the only answer I could give him was in the form of silence.
It was one of the few times I didn't have a smartass answer for Jet.
If I was gonna save Spike's sorry ass, I would have to keep Jet distracted for a little while. I knew he would try to stop me, which is why I had to find out where he was and keep him there.
"Jet?" my voice was still a little shaky from crying. I probably sounded like a little girl.
There was no reply.
I sighed and began my search throughout the ship every once in a while calling out his name.
Didn't Jet hear the gunshots?
Didn't he wonder if Spike and I had shot each other and were laying somewhere aboard the Bebop in a puddle of blood staining his precious floor?
The thought of Spike laying in a puddle of blood tied a knot in my stomach. I was always so good of thinking of very bad things at very bad times.
I stopped in the hallway and called for Jet again, but there was still no reply.
"Where the hell is he?" I started frowning, I didn't have that much time.
I started walking again, listening for any signs of life.
I couldn't get over the silence. It was absolutely deafening.
No food sizzling in the kitchen...
No Spike, working away at his punching bag...
No Ed being crazy, and no Ein yipping at Ed's heels...
I walked passed the bathroom and noticed the "Occupied" light was on.
So that's where he was hiding.
I almost knocked on the door, but I wasn't sure what to say to him. It was kind of awkward...what if he was crying or something? That would be even worse. Jet always struck me as a closet cryer for some reason, and I couldn't deal with him being upset right now as selfish as that may sound.
I toyed with the idea of jamming the bathroom door, but then I decided to take my chances and do what I had to do as quick as I possibly could.
I ran into the lounge area and flicked on the computer. Then I looked up Bob, one of Jet's old friends from the force, and punched in his vid screen access code.
After a few seconds, a man with tired looking eyes and a mustache filled the screen. I noticed that he had posters of naked woman all over the place.
That was a good sign, he'd be a real pushover.
"Hello, Bob." I flashed him the sexiest smile that I could muster under the situation.
"Do I know you?..ah wait you're one of Jet's people." his voice was bland.
"Yeah sure..I'm one of Jet's people" I used my sweet as sugar voice.
"Can you do me a favor?" I batted my eyes at the pervy police officer.
"Look, cupcake, I only do favors for cops or ex cops.." he went back to his magazine with the blond with huge boobs on the cover. Then he had the nerve to yawn.
Cupcake? If I wasn't in such a rush..I really would've let this jackass have it..
I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Fine, but if you don't help me out, I'll just have to mention that little red eye deal that you've got going on the side to Jet."
His eyes widened with shock then he looked away from the screen with a mixture of guilt and defeat washing over his entire face.
"Fine..what do you want?" he scowled.
I just took a wild guess about the red eye. Jet always had something on this guy.
"I need an ambulance to be waiting outside of the Red Dragon's Syndicate headquarters, I need it there right now. There will hopefully..I mean probably be a man coming out of that building with alot of damage..possibly even large gashes. He's tall with green poofy hair.. I want you to make sure this man is well taken care of. "
I wasn't really sure what would happen up there. I wasn't sure if Spike would make it. I wasn't even sure that Spike was going to the Red Dragon's headquarters, but it seemed the most logical guess.
All I could do was send help for him and wait for the bad news.
"And just how do you have this information?"
"It's none of your concern." I was starting to lose my sweet disposition. This guy was wasting time.
"Look lady, this sounds like a prank to me.."
"Well It's not a fucking prank!" I could feel my face burn hot with anger.
"Now if you don't want to lose your badge, then get your ass in gear, make some calls, and get that ambulance out there NOW!" I shot a deadly glare at the vid screen before flipping it off.
I sat there staring at the blank screen and I thought of what Spike said to me just moments before he left. He told me that he wasn't going there to die, he was going to find out if he was alive. It was hard to believe the person that said something so deep like that to me was the same person that was known to swallow his own cigarettes and drink those god awful prairie oysters. I was getting lost in my thoughts when I felt someone behind me.
"Ahem.." Jet cleared his throat. He was standing there like a dad, with his arms crossed and a dissaproving look in his eyes.
"Jet.." I started to say something but he waved his artificial arm at me and cut me off.
"I just want to know one thing Faye... Are you doing this for him or for yourself?"
I wasn't sure anymore..actually I was never really sure in the first place..
I stared up at him, looking for the right words to say, but I found quickly that the only answer I could give him was in the form of silence.
It was one of the few times I didn't have a smartass answer for Jet.