"You see?" Jet said angrily, though he wore a smirk. "See what
happens when you don't listen to me? You two are lucky you didn't get
arrested. Fools rush in, isn't that what I said?"
"Cool it, Jet!" Spike said. "We made a mistake, alright?"
"Yeah!" Faye whined. Jet's scolding sessions was on of the few times she agreed with Spike. "It's not like you were even doing anything. At least we tried."
"Ha, that's where you're wrong. Where you two jumped on the first reports you had, I waited awhile to sort out lies from the truth, and now I've found the real guy."
The other two bounty hunters exchanged greedy looks.
"Since I'm such a nice guy, I may even split the bounty with you if you help me nab him."
Faye nodded, becoming serious. "Alright, big guy, what's the deal?"
"He's been mall-hopping all over Mars. Apparently, there's a certain class you have to pass to be a department store Santa, and he's not even legally qualified to do it. So far, every time he's mugged some other person for his outfit, and they always find the victim bound and gagged in the locker room."
"Yeah? So? How's that help us?"
"Man alive, would you wait a minute, Spike? As you probably already know, he's been using the Santa guise to make illegal credit transactions. He rigs the photo machine, so that every time somebody pays with credit, it drains their account. Furthermore, he's been saving the numbers of every card they swipe. As far as we know, he's acts alone, no accomplices."
Spike whistled. "That's some serious buck. No wonder he's worth twelve million."
"Exactly. Now, he seems to be going in some sort of pattern. He's been hitting every third mall along the Threntun highway, driving through each city."
Faye rolled her eyes. "Idiot. Like no one would ever figure out that brilliant scheme. So have you figured out when he's gonna hit next."
"Ed's working on it as we speak. She promises to have it done before tonight."
Faye clapped. "We're set then! We've got this one in the bag!"
Jet held up his hand. "Hey, not so fast. First, we need a plan. One of us is going to have to wait for him in line-"
"Whoa, not me," Spike interposed. "No way am I waiting in that line again."
Jet grinned. "You sure?"
"...Yeah." Spike replied suspiciously.
"Alright. We're set then. It'll go like this..."
"Cool it, Jet!" Spike said. "We made a mistake, alright?"
"Yeah!" Faye whined. Jet's scolding sessions was on of the few times she agreed with Spike. "It's not like you were even doing anything. At least we tried."
"Ha, that's where you're wrong. Where you two jumped on the first reports you had, I waited awhile to sort out lies from the truth, and now I've found the real guy."
The other two bounty hunters exchanged greedy looks.
"Since I'm such a nice guy, I may even split the bounty with you if you help me nab him."
Faye nodded, becoming serious. "Alright, big guy, what's the deal?"
"He's been mall-hopping all over Mars. Apparently, there's a certain class you have to pass to be a department store Santa, and he's not even legally qualified to do it. So far, every time he's mugged some other person for his outfit, and they always find the victim bound and gagged in the locker room."
"Yeah? So? How's that help us?"
"Man alive, would you wait a minute, Spike? As you probably already know, he's been using the Santa guise to make illegal credit transactions. He rigs the photo machine, so that every time somebody pays with credit, it drains their account. Furthermore, he's been saving the numbers of every card they swipe. As far as we know, he's acts alone, no accomplices."
Spike whistled. "That's some serious buck. No wonder he's worth twelve million."
"Exactly. Now, he seems to be going in some sort of pattern. He's been hitting every third mall along the Threntun highway, driving through each city."
Faye rolled her eyes. "Idiot. Like no one would ever figure out that brilliant scheme. So have you figured out when he's gonna hit next."
"Ed's working on it as we speak. She promises to have it done before tonight."
Faye clapped. "We're set then! We've got this one in the bag!"
Jet held up his hand. "Hey, not so fast. First, we need a plan. One of us is going to have to wait for him in line-"
"Whoa, not me," Spike interposed. "No way am I waiting in that line again."
Jet grinned. "You sure?"
"...Yeah." Spike replied suspiciously.
"Alright. We're set then. It'll go like this..."