Chapter Eight
Costa Del Sol
"Hm," Faye thought to herself, "I could really use a cigarette right about now." She had been sunning herself for about two hours and was nice and brown, but the ever present craving for nicotine made her restless. Sitting up on her towel, she scanned the crowd nearby to see if anyone was smoking. Her eyes rested on two men, in blue suits, sitting at a table. One of the men, bald with sunglasses, was staring right at her, a cigarette in his hand.
"Hm," she thought, "He's rather cute. And he has a cigarette." Stretching, she got up and walked provocatively over to where Reno and Rude were sitting. Reno had his back to her.
"Excuse me," Faye purred, "I was sunning myself and I noticed you have a cigarette. Would you mind sparing one?"
Without taking his eyes off of her, Rude reached into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette and lit it for her. Even as he handed her the smoldering cig, Reno pressed his pistol against he ribs.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Valentine," Reno smirked, "But President Shin-Ra wants to meet you personally."
Turning toward him, she asked innocently, "Little ol' me?"
Before Reno could answer, Faye's hand flew out and sent Reno's gun spiraling away onto the sand. "Bitch!" Reno bellowed. His fist shot towards her face, but before it could make contact, his progress was stopped by an outstretched hand.
"Rude?"
Faye took advantage of Reno's confusion by letting a combo of kicks and punches fly. Finally, with Reno on the ground, she stopped, and looked at Rude as if to say "You want some, too?"
"I'm sorry, Ms. Valentine, but we do require you to come with us."
"Well," she thought, "At least this one has some manners."
"Fine, then-uh-"
"Rude"
"Fine, then, Rude. Take me where you want. Just to let you know," Faye said with a wink, "I don't come easy."
As the two walked away, Reno, who as all but unconscious, sat up, painfully.
"That's why I don't mess with women."
With Avalanche following in the Highwind, Spike and Jet flew back to the Bebop in a hurry to find out if Faye was there. Tifa sat alone on the open deck, thinking. She thought of a man. A man who was tall, lanky, and had two colored eyes. Sighing, she thought "I can't be attracted to him, can I? He is so far from Cloud. He is tall, Cloud is average. He's just different. I can't be attracted to him. No way!" But, the more she thought of him, the more attracted she became.
She moaned, "I don't know if I can do this."
"I don't know if I can do this," thought Spike, "Leave a plentiful bounty just to save a planet. Well, you made your bed, and now you have to sleep in it. No going back. Besides, the group doesn't seem that bad. That brunette is really cute. What's her name? Tifa? Cute."
"Hey, Spike," Jet's voice came over the radio, "What do we do if we can't find her?"
"She's a big girl and can take care of herself."
"Spike, we can't just leave her."
"I know, Jet. Why the hell are you so bent about this? You're always saying that you wish we were rid of her."
"Um, well-you see- I"
"Oh, I get it."
"Dammit, Spike, it's not like that!"
"Not like what?" asked Spike, innocently.
"Forget it, Spike."
"Aw, Jet. Does someone like Faye."
"Not interested, Spike."
"C'mon, Jet. You want her in the sack, don't you?"
"Go die, Spike."
"You love her?" Spike's voice had lost the jeering tone and turned serious.
"Yes, Spike," Jet said after a long pause, "For a while now."
"Tell her," Spike urged.
"Spike-" Jet was cut off by transmission coming through.
"Jet Black?"
"Yea. Who is this?"
"This Reno of the Turks."
"Hey, Spike, you getting this?"
"Yup," Spike answered.
"Are you two quite finished?" Reno quipped.
"Sorry, now what can we do for you?"
"President Shin-Ra has been watching your every move and, well, he is more than disappointed with the direction your actions have taken. So, we have a little bargaining chip that he thought you might find interesting."
Reno stepped back and Faye appeared on the screen, tied by the hands and ankles.
"Spike! Jet! Come-"
Spike heard Jet's sharp intake of breath.
"You bastards!" Jet screamed, "I'll-"
"You won't do a damned thing, Jet. You will follow our orders. To get Ms Faye Valentine back, you must exterminate Avalanche."
"And if we don't?"
"Ms Valentine will be a thing of the past. Get me?" "Yeah," Jet replied, "Loud and clear."
"Good. You have 24 hours to comply. Have a good day."
Costa Del Sol
"Hm," Faye thought to herself, "I could really use a cigarette right about now." She had been sunning herself for about two hours and was nice and brown, but the ever present craving for nicotine made her restless. Sitting up on her towel, she scanned the crowd nearby to see if anyone was smoking. Her eyes rested on two men, in blue suits, sitting at a table. One of the men, bald with sunglasses, was staring right at her, a cigarette in his hand.
"Hm," she thought, "He's rather cute. And he has a cigarette." Stretching, she got up and walked provocatively over to where Reno and Rude were sitting. Reno had his back to her.
"Excuse me," Faye purred, "I was sunning myself and I noticed you have a cigarette. Would you mind sparing one?"
Without taking his eyes off of her, Rude reached into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette and lit it for her. Even as he handed her the smoldering cig, Reno pressed his pistol against he ribs.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Valentine," Reno smirked, "But President Shin-Ra wants to meet you personally."
Turning toward him, she asked innocently, "Little ol' me?"
Before Reno could answer, Faye's hand flew out and sent Reno's gun spiraling away onto the sand. "Bitch!" Reno bellowed. His fist shot towards her face, but before it could make contact, his progress was stopped by an outstretched hand.
"Rude?"
Faye took advantage of Reno's confusion by letting a combo of kicks and punches fly. Finally, with Reno on the ground, she stopped, and looked at Rude as if to say "You want some, too?"
"I'm sorry, Ms. Valentine, but we do require you to come with us."
"Well," she thought, "At least this one has some manners."
"Fine, then-uh-"
"Rude"
"Fine, then, Rude. Take me where you want. Just to let you know," Faye said with a wink, "I don't come easy."
As the two walked away, Reno, who as all but unconscious, sat up, painfully.
"That's why I don't mess with women."
With Avalanche following in the Highwind, Spike and Jet flew back to the Bebop in a hurry to find out if Faye was there. Tifa sat alone on the open deck, thinking. She thought of a man. A man who was tall, lanky, and had two colored eyes. Sighing, she thought "I can't be attracted to him, can I? He is so far from Cloud. He is tall, Cloud is average. He's just different. I can't be attracted to him. No way!" But, the more she thought of him, the more attracted she became.
She moaned, "I don't know if I can do this."
"I don't know if I can do this," thought Spike, "Leave a plentiful bounty just to save a planet. Well, you made your bed, and now you have to sleep in it. No going back. Besides, the group doesn't seem that bad. That brunette is really cute. What's her name? Tifa? Cute."
"Hey, Spike," Jet's voice came over the radio, "What do we do if we can't find her?"
"She's a big girl and can take care of herself."
"Spike, we can't just leave her."
"I know, Jet. Why the hell are you so bent about this? You're always saying that you wish we were rid of her."
"Um, well-you see- I"
"Oh, I get it."
"Dammit, Spike, it's not like that!"
"Not like what?" asked Spike, innocently.
"Forget it, Spike."
"Aw, Jet. Does someone like Faye."
"Not interested, Spike."
"C'mon, Jet. You want her in the sack, don't you?"
"Go die, Spike."
"You love her?" Spike's voice had lost the jeering tone and turned serious.
"Yes, Spike," Jet said after a long pause, "For a while now."
"Tell her," Spike urged.
"Spike-" Jet was cut off by transmission coming through.
"Jet Black?"
"Yea. Who is this?"
"This Reno of the Turks."
"Hey, Spike, you getting this?"
"Yup," Spike answered.
"Are you two quite finished?" Reno quipped.
"Sorry, now what can we do for you?"
"President Shin-Ra has been watching your every move and, well, he is more than disappointed with the direction your actions have taken. So, we have a little bargaining chip that he thought you might find interesting."
Reno stepped back and Faye appeared on the screen, tied by the hands and ankles.
"Spike! Jet! Come-"
Spike heard Jet's sharp intake of breath.
"You bastards!" Jet screamed, "I'll-"
"You won't do a damned thing, Jet. You will follow our orders. To get Ms Faye Valentine back, you must exterminate Avalanche."
"And if we don't?"
"Ms Valentine will be a thing of the past. Get me?" "Yeah," Jet replied, "Loud and clear."
"Good. You have 24 hours to comply. Have a good day."