R.E. wiped dirt covered hands upon once black shorts. Dark streaks
formed within the red dirt, but that was all that was accomplished. The
hacker's hands remained as filthy as ever, which made the criminal frown.
R.E. sighed and returned to typing.
It wasn't the hardest job R.E. had ever done. Hell, it wasn't even close. Not that is was the easiest, but all the same. For the top of the bounty hunting charts, the cream of the crop, this was pathetic.
R.E. smiled as work continued. The hacker gained full control over the Bebop, it could now be sent any where the hacker wished.
A tan finger twirled in the air as R.E. decided the fate of the ship. The far reaches of space Too cliché`. Hurtling toward a planet Too messy. Floating around in space forever That just draws to much attention. No, what R.E. needed was something no one would expect. Like.....
A smile broke over R.E.`s face as a plan ran through the criminal mind. It was perfect, and no one would ever come after the hacker again. Never tried before, most likely. R.E. loved being a genius, simply loved it.
R.E.`s smile broadened as the work was deleted. The Bebop was free from the hackers control, the could do as they pleased. That was, of course, to collect the fat amount placed upon R.E.`s head.
R.E. walked away from the computers, leaving them to click and buzz as they went along with the tasks assigned. The room seemed empty, as if the person who had left were the whole soul of the place. Even the clicks seemed half hearted, slower with out R.E.`s presence.
The criminal abandoned the room for a designated living area. All the hacker had was a pile of broken computer parts used to sleep on, records of bounty hunters tries, a small bin for the storage of food, and pictures of ships.
R.E. always dreamed of leaving. Of course, that would leave her planet alone, depressed. That's why they were only dreams. That's why, even with all of the knowledge and technology, R.E. never left home.
Laying out in a position anyone but R.E. would find excruciating, the hacker waited upon the pile of circuits, wires, and coverings. After only a few seconds, however, R.E. found waiting for something to happen highly boring. So, to pass the time, the hacker began to think about the plan in depth.
Maybe, this was R.E.`s chance to see the places only dreams made. A chance to grow. A chance for Earth to live on without her aid. R.E. couldn't be it's crutch forever.
R.E. stroked the sand upon the ground lovingly. The goggles were removed to show amber colored eyes. The golden orbs were soft, full of life and understanding.
R.E. was wise beyond years, beyond land, beyond the universe. The vicious criminal understood the Earth, could comprehend life, could see things no one else may ever.
Earth was R.E.`s home, her only family, her only friend. Earth was where R.E. had come from, and Earth was where the hacker would go.
This planet was what conforted R.E. during times where tears flowed. Earth would show it's vast beauty whenever R.E. would leave the hole. Earth's winds would softly sing a lullaby to lure the hacker off to sleep. Earth would provide food when R.E. hungered, Earth would provide water when thirst was felt. Earth was all R.E. needed and more.
R.E. stroked the dirt, and then lovingly picked it up by a bowl made with the hands which could bring down an entire empire at their master's bidding.
:You'll thank me for this later. It's for the best,: R.E. told the ground as the goggles were put back on, and the dirt was caked onto the hacker's face.
*****
Jet Black was not a happy man. To say the least, he was down right angry. Not that he had any reason to be otherwise, however. He had Radical Edward to thank for that.
Every computer in the Bebop had gone hay-wire for roughly five minutes. An overly large smily face had appeared on every monitor. Radical Edward's trade mark.
He knew they were here.
Jet Black wasn't one to show emotion. He rarely cried, almost never showed sympathy, and hardly showed real joy. Unless that is, it was to some benefit either through money or a random :favor: that needed to be done.
He pretty much only had one feeling, rage, and right now that was all he needed.
:Get back here,: Jet snarled over the loud speakers. :He knows you're coming!:
:So: Spike asked, shrugging. He clutched the controls to the Swordfish II slightly more, a smirk upon his face. :That's not anything new.:
:Will you get off your damn horse for five seconds and listen: Jet roared, slamming both hands down upon the control panel. Ein ducked behind the heavy machine, watching the bringer of food nervously. :This guy's not like anything you've had before. He's playing with you. You can't get past him unless he wants you to.: The connection sputtered, then fizzled out. If Spike replied, Jet would never know. The link was dead.
:What was he going on about: Faye asked, bringing her starship in for a landing. Spike shrugged, following in suit.
:Something about the nerd. Nothing we need,: Spike shrugged, lighting up a cigarette and taking a breath.
Faye left her starship, looking out onto the world she had landed upon. Her eyes ran over the Earth R.E. would have called beautiful cynically. She snorted as she walked over toward Spike, who was busy climbing down.
:Are you sure this is where the hacker lives: she asked, looking off into the distance. Within her eye sight was nothing but desert and rock.
:Positive,: Spike nodded, heading off toward a black, dome shaped rock. Radical Edward's infamous hide out.
:Ya know, Big Shot was saying that if you even get to see the hide out, you're closer than most,: Faye told her partner, filling in the empty air as they walked along.
:No kidding,: Spike replied. The conversation was dropped then and there.
*****
From inside the computer room, R.E. watched the pair on a lap top screen. The hacker smiled, typing a little.
:So, they're coming on foot: R.E. muttered, a smile creeping upon the hacker's face. Chapped lips cracked, bleeding.
:Welcome to my parlor,: R.E. cackled, :Said the spider to the fly.:
R.E. sighed and returned to typing.
It wasn't the hardest job R.E. had ever done. Hell, it wasn't even close. Not that is was the easiest, but all the same. For the top of the bounty hunting charts, the cream of the crop, this was pathetic.
R.E. smiled as work continued. The hacker gained full control over the Bebop, it could now be sent any where the hacker wished.
A tan finger twirled in the air as R.E. decided the fate of the ship. The far reaches of space Too cliché`. Hurtling toward a planet Too messy. Floating around in space forever That just draws to much attention. No, what R.E. needed was something no one would expect. Like.....
A smile broke over R.E.`s face as a plan ran through the criminal mind. It was perfect, and no one would ever come after the hacker again. Never tried before, most likely. R.E. loved being a genius, simply loved it.
R.E.`s smile broadened as the work was deleted. The Bebop was free from the hackers control, the could do as they pleased. That was, of course, to collect the fat amount placed upon R.E.`s head.
R.E. walked away from the computers, leaving them to click and buzz as they went along with the tasks assigned. The room seemed empty, as if the person who had left were the whole soul of the place. Even the clicks seemed half hearted, slower with out R.E.`s presence.
The criminal abandoned the room for a designated living area. All the hacker had was a pile of broken computer parts used to sleep on, records of bounty hunters tries, a small bin for the storage of food, and pictures of ships.
R.E. always dreamed of leaving. Of course, that would leave her planet alone, depressed. That's why they were only dreams. That's why, even with all of the knowledge and technology, R.E. never left home.
Laying out in a position anyone but R.E. would find excruciating, the hacker waited upon the pile of circuits, wires, and coverings. After only a few seconds, however, R.E. found waiting for something to happen highly boring. So, to pass the time, the hacker began to think about the plan in depth.
Maybe, this was R.E.`s chance to see the places only dreams made. A chance to grow. A chance for Earth to live on without her aid. R.E. couldn't be it's crutch forever.
R.E. stroked the sand upon the ground lovingly. The goggles were removed to show amber colored eyes. The golden orbs were soft, full of life and understanding.
R.E. was wise beyond years, beyond land, beyond the universe. The vicious criminal understood the Earth, could comprehend life, could see things no one else may ever.
Earth was R.E.`s home, her only family, her only friend. Earth was where R.E. had come from, and Earth was where the hacker would go.
This planet was what conforted R.E. during times where tears flowed. Earth would show it's vast beauty whenever R.E. would leave the hole. Earth's winds would softly sing a lullaby to lure the hacker off to sleep. Earth would provide food when R.E. hungered, Earth would provide water when thirst was felt. Earth was all R.E. needed and more.
R.E. stroked the dirt, and then lovingly picked it up by a bowl made with the hands which could bring down an entire empire at their master's bidding.
:You'll thank me for this later. It's for the best,: R.E. told the ground as the goggles were put back on, and the dirt was caked onto the hacker's face.
*****
Jet Black was not a happy man. To say the least, he was down right angry. Not that he had any reason to be otherwise, however. He had Radical Edward to thank for that.
Every computer in the Bebop had gone hay-wire for roughly five minutes. An overly large smily face had appeared on every monitor. Radical Edward's trade mark.
He knew they were here.
Jet Black wasn't one to show emotion. He rarely cried, almost never showed sympathy, and hardly showed real joy. Unless that is, it was to some benefit either through money or a random :favor: that needed to be done.
He pretty much only had one feeling, rage, and right now that was all he needed.
:Get back here,: Jet snarled over the loud speakers. :He knows you're coming!:
:So: Spike asked, shrugging. He clutched the controls to the Swordfish II slightly more, a smirk upon his face. :That's not anything new.:
:Will you get off your damn horse for five seconds and listen: Jet roared, slamming both hands down upon the control panel. Ein ducked behind the heavy machine, watching the bringer of food nervously. :This guy's not like anything you've had before. He's playing with you. You can't get past him unless he wants you to.: The connection sputtered, then fizzled out. If Spike replied, Jet would never know. The link was dead.
:What was he going on about: Faye asked, bringing her starship in for a landing. Spike shrugged, following in suit.
:Something about the nerd. Nothing we need,: Spike shrugged, lighting up a cigarette and taking a breath.
Faye left her starship, looking out onto the world she had landed upon. Her eyes ran over the Earth R.E. would have called beautiful cynically. She snorted as she walked over toward Spike, who was busy climbing down.
:Are you sure this is where the hacker lives: she asked, looking off into the distance. Within her eye sight was nothing but desert and rock.
:Positive,: Spike nodded, heading off toward a black, dome shaped rock. Radical Edward's infamous hide out.
:Ya know, Big Shot was saying that if you even get to see the hide out, you're closer than most,: Faye told her partner, filling in the empty air as they walked along.
:No kidding,: Spike replied. The conversation was dropped then and there.
*****
From inside the computer room, R.E. watched the pair on a lap top screen. The hacker smiled, typing a little.
:So, they're coming on foot: R.E. muttered, a smile creeping upon the hacker's face. Chapped lips cracked, bleeding.
:Welcome to my parlor,: R.E. cackled, :Said the spider to the fly.:
