AN: I just saw the real episode, and I've found out one thing. My idea
was much better to begin with. So, this will continue until such time that
Cowboy Bebop can produce a better version.
*****
He really shouldn't be worried. This was a normal bounty, the guy wasn't any more. But then again, a normal bounty didn't take over the Bebop. A normal bounty didn't have over a million woolong on his head. A normal bounty didn't have a reputation longer than a mile. And a normal bounty defiantly couldn't draw on a planet.
Radical Edward wasn't a normal bounty by any means. That's why Jet was worried. There might not be any way to get him but death.
He was playing with them. Just sitting in his hide out, daring them to make the first move so they could be crushed like bugs. A hacker like him didn't play any safe games.
This guy was too strong to be taken lightly. But of course, that was exactly how Spike treated everyone.
Jet sighed as he circled over head within the Bebop. Spike would need all the help he could get on this one.
He flipped on the news, watching a trivial broadcast about the heat wave going on, shriveling wheat fields on Earth. It flipped to a story on Radical Edward, making him sit up.
:After ten police visits, the notorious hacker Radical Edward, is still at large. It is now proven that the drawings made in South America were created by Edward. In addition, the hacker has just taken files from the government on Jupiter. The bounty on his head has doubled......:
Jet didn't hear another word he said. The only thing he could here was the sound of a nice, juicy bounty as he landed the Bebop next to the turtle shell shaped building. Ah....music to his ears.
*****
:When are they going to get here: R.E. snarled, glaring at the screen. They had been walking for roughly ten minutes, and they must still have another five to go.
Oh why couldn't they just run
R.E. was bored, more than the hacker had been in the entire length of her fugitive life. After all, most would run in, flags out and trumpets blaring. But of course, they were all gone, and the Bebop wasn't.
Yet.
R.E. sighed, typing a little more. Nothing that held any importance what so ever, just a few research items. What the hacker found were.....profiles.
Children, far younger than R.E., and their personalities. Of fun they had as long as they held that image. Of times of scraped knees, of play mates, of love for their parents, of laughter, of joy.
Of the innocence they gave off. How no one would ever suspect them.
R.E. smiled at this, downloading the file. The hacker felt a smile growing until it was far to big for the face it was upon. As the criminal read on, fingers and toes twitching excitedly.
R.E. had been waiting for a break all day. Maybe even the whole life the hacker held. Well, now R.E. had it, and there was no way in hell that it was going to get away.
*****
Spike and Faye marched along the desert sand. Well, Spike marched anyway. Faye trudged along like she was being subjected to horrible torture.
:Why did we land so far away: she growled. Spike looked over at her, shrugging.
:I grew up with hackers. They know computers, and when they're coming. To have any chance, you have to go without any,: Spike told Faye, turning away from her to look at the dome that was nearing with every step.
Spike turned back around to look at Faye, handing her a round of bullets. :Load up.: Faye took the bullets, looking at Spike silently.
He knew more than he let on. It was obvious, Spike could be read like a book. The only hard part was figuring out exactly what he was hiding.
Faye loaded her gun wordlessly as they approached what appeared to be....no, it was the Bebop. It was far though. Not like she couldn't make it. More like she didn't want to make it.
*****
Jet lit up a cigarette, closing the lighter with a click. He was getting to old for this, he thought as he placed the silver piece back into his pocket. Way to old to be chasing around people like he was. A man his age should be settled down by now, a wife and kid maybe.
But no, here he was. Leaning against a broken down old ship, watching Spike make his way over to him.
It was the usual routine. Spike could be excited as hell to see ya, but would still make it look like he was just going to cross your path by accident. His stride was cool and collected, as if he were trying to keep an image to people that weren't there.
:Hey,: Jet muttered, acknowledging the pair with a meer nod.
:Hey yourself,: Spike returned, tossing Jet a loaded gun. They leaned against the ship together, speaking in words never uttered, looking at each other with gazes never passed.
That's why they worked so well together, they could read well, and they both could shut up when the time called for it.
*****
R.E. took in deep breaths while preparing for the role. It was simple enough, hyper couldn't be that hard. All that was left, was for the audience to come.
The computer genius waited by the door for the pursuers to enter. It wouldn't take long.
*****
Spike gave a nod to Jet, who passed it on to Faye. Gun raised, the leader of the group kicked the door open.
The blockade fell upon the ground from it's rusty hinges, a great cloud of dust rising up. The brown smoke flooded the black air, making it nearly impossible to see.
R.E. smiled as the trio were watched from the rafters of the old building, waiting for the cue to join.
:RADICAL EDWARD!: Spike yelled, looking around the piles of computers and other electronics. R.E. flipped down, standing in front of them.
R.E. giggled in front of them, smiling over enthusiastically.
Spike looked at the person before him and began to laugh.
*****
He really shouldn't be worried. This was a normal bounty, the guy wasn't any more. But then again, a normal bounty didn't take over the Bebop. A normal bounty didn't have over a million woolong on his head. A normal bounty didn't have a reputation longer than a mile. And a normal bounty defiantly couldn't draw on a planet.
Radical Edward wasn't a normal bounty by any means. That's why Jet was worried. There might not be any way to get him but death.
He was playing with them. Just sitting in his hide out, daring them to make the first move so they could be crushed like bugs. A hacker like him didn't play any safe games.
This guy was too strong to be taken lightly. But of course, that was exactly how Spike treated everyone.
Jet sighed as he circled over head within the Bebop. Spike would need all the help he could get on this one.
He flipped on the news, watching a trivial broadcast about the heat wave going on, shriveling wheat fields on Earth. It flipped to a story on Radical Edward, making him sit up.
:After ten police visits, the notorious hacker Radical Edward, is still at large. It is now proven that the drawings made in South America were created by Edward. In addition, the hacker has just taken files from the government on Jupiter. The bounty on his head has doubled......:
Jet didn't hear another word he said. The only thing he could here was the sound of a nice, juicy bounty as he landed the Bebop next to the turtle shell shaped building. Ah....music to his ears.
*****
:When are they going to get here: R.E. snarled, glaring at the screen. They had been walking for roughly ten minutes, and they must still have another five to go.
Oh why couldn't they just run
R.E. was bored, more than the hacker had been in the entire length of her fugitive life. After all, most would run in, flags out and trumpets blaring. But of course, they were all gone, and the Bebop wasn't.
Yet.
R.E. sighed, typing a little more. Nothing that held any importance what so ever, just a few research items. What the hacker found were.....profiles.
Children, far younger than R.E., and their personalities. Of fun they had as long as they held that image. Of times of scraped knees, of play mates, of love for their parents, of laughter, of joy.
Of the innocence they gave off. How no one would ever suspect them.
R.E. smiled at this, downloading the file. The hacker felt a smile growing until it was far to big for the face it was upon. As the criminal read on, fingers and toes twitching excitedly.
R.E. had been waiting for a break all day. Maybe even the whole life the hacker held. Well, now R.E. had it, and there was no way in hell that it was going to get away.
*****
Spike and Faye marched along the desert sand. Well, Spike marched anyway. Faye trudged along like she was being subjected to horrible torture.
:Why did we land so far away: she growled. Spike looked over at her, shrugging.
:I grew up with hackers. They know computers, and when they're coming. To have any chance, you have to go without any,: Spike told Faye, turning away from her to look at the dome that was nearing with every step.
Spike turned back around to look at Faye, handing her a round of bullets. :Load up.: Faye took the bullets, looking at Spike silently.
He knew more than he let on. It was obvious, Spike could be read like a book. The only hard part was figuring out exactly what he was hiding.
Faye loaded her gun wordlessly as they approached what appeared to be....no, it was the Bebop. It was far though. Not like she couldn't make it. More like she didn't want to make it.
*****
Jet lit up a cigarette, closing the lighter with a click. He was getting to old for this, he thought as he placed the silver piece back into his pocket. Way to old to be chasing around people like he was. A man his age should be settled down by now, a wife and kid maybe.
But no, here he was. Leaning against a broken down old ship, watching Spike make his way over to him.
It was the usual routine. Spike could be excited as hell to see ya, but would still make it look like he was just going to cross your path by accident. His stride was cool and collected, as if he were trying to keep an image to people that weren't there.
:Hey,: Jet muttered, acknowledging the pair with a meer nod.
:Hey yourself,: Spike returned, tossing Jet a loaded gun. They leaned against the ship together, speaking in words never uttered, looking at each other with gazes never passed.
That's why they worked so well together, they could read well, and they both could shut up when the time called for it.
*****
R.E. took in deep breaths while preparing for the role. It was simple enough, hyper couldn't be that hard. All that was left, was for the audience to come.
The computer genius waited by the door for the pursuers to enter. It wouldn't take long.
*****
Spike gave a nod to Jet, who passed it on to Faye. Gun raised, the leader of the group kicked the door open.
The blockade fell upon the ground from it's rusty hinges, a great cloud of dust rising up. The brown smoke flooded the black air, making it nearly impossible to see.
R.E. smiled as the trio were watched from the rafters of the old building, waiting for the cue to join.
:RADICAL EDWARD!: Spike yelled, looking around the piles of computers and other electronics. R.E. flipped down, standing in front of them.
R.E. giggled in front of them, smiling over enthusiastically.
Spike looked at the person before him and began to laugh.
