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Epilogue: Children Will Listen

Seven years later...

Jet Black sat down on the only vacant park bench in the wide grassy space. He had actually forgotten this section of Mars still had such beautiful parks. He closed his eyes and listened the sounds around him. Birds were singing in the trees, children were playing around him and parents were calling their children in for dinner. Jet enjoyed these moments of peace that seemed to pop up every now and again. However, he did miss those exciting moments that Spike, Mira and Faye always produced. But it had been five years since he said his good bye to Spike and Mira. Jet thought back to that horrible night that Spike had called him over the transmitter.

"Jet. Get me an ambulance fast."

Jet leaned over and dialed up the emergency number. "You hurt?"

"No, it's Mira. She's-"

Jet stared down at the transmitter. Did Spike just sob? "Spike?"

"Mira's hurt pretty bad. Gut wound."

"Ambulance is on it's way. Should be there soon."

"I'm taking down to the street. Meet me at the ER."

Jet remembered waiting in the white halls of the hospital. She had lost a lot of blood by the time she reached the hospital. Jet had never seen Spike so upset. But as soon as the doctors had stabalized her, he had gone back to normal self. Jet laughed to himself at that memory. Spike had lit a cigarette right there in the Emergency Room. After fifteen minutes of stunned silence, a brave nurse finally asked him to dispose of the cigarette.

Two months after that, Spike and Mira disappeared for a weekend and came back married. Jet thought it was perfectly befitting of the two. A year and a half, they left. Finally ready for their own lives to start. Spike was always searching for peace. Mira was searching for the same thing. From what Jet saw when they were together, they had found what they were looking for in each other. He wondered if they were still happy.

Jet felt a pair of little eyes on him. He opened one of his and gazed down to see who it was. A child, no more than three or four stood by Jet's knee, grinning a lopsided smile. Jet sat up a little straighter and opened both eyes. He knew that smile.

The kid grinned under a head of unruly brown hair and the sharpest blue eyes Jet had ever seen. Come to think of it, maybe he had seen that color blue somewhere before...

The kid held up his hand, making a gun shape out of his fingers. Squinting one eye, he pointed the "barrel" at Jet.

"Bang!"

Jet laughed out loud and the kid laughed with him.

"Tate!" A woman called out from the top of a small hill by the playground area.

Jet leaned down to muss up the kid's hair even more. "Tate. Is that your name?"

The kid smiled another cheeky grin and nodded his head.

"Well you tell your mom and dad that the Black Dog said hello."

The kid nodded his head and scampered up a small hill. Jet shielded his eyes, trying to make out the figure. Even though Jet couldn't see details, he had a feeling he knew who it was. He laughed out loud, not caring if anyone else heard him or not. He stood up and watched the mother and son walked away together and he shook his head.

"That kid is going to be one heck of a teenager."