Jet was sure that Spike would be more pissed off than himself. After all, Jet couldn't remain low-profile even if he tried. Which in fact he had. But Jet was covered in battle scars that would be easily recognizable by anyone. Spike was the one with the dark and messed up past. Mind you, Faye was freaked out enough for the three of them. She seemed more bothered by the fact that someone knew her real age than the idea that someone knew enough about her life to make a film about it. She still had that bounty on her head, too.
"And to top it all off I don't even like the woman who's playing me! Her last film STUNK!" Faye cried.
"Relax, Faye." Spike eased himself into a semi-sitting position. He winced when he felt his stitches pull as he tried to lift his arms above his head. Defeated, he lay back down on the couch.
"Relax, huh? Did you happen to see who's playing Strike Segal?" The name still made her laugh. Strike Segal, indeed.
"Who?" Spike looked about him for a place to put his arms that wouldn't cause further injury.
"Roscoe Calhoun."
Spike's eyes narrowed, "You're joking."
Faye grinned and shook her head.
"Okay, well, then that's it. We have to put a stop to this." Spike looked about ready to leave now.
Jet sighed and scratched the top of his head. "I just don't understand. Who could possibly know all this stuff about us? And why is it being turned into a film? Has anyone ever run into this Akaido character?"
Faye looked up at the ceiling and Spike stared at the tips of his boots. Both were filing through their memories.
"No." They replied.
"Okay, well we have to make our way to Tharsis where Faye said they're doing the filming."
"What if this is some sort of plan or something. What if someone's trying to get us back by luring us out into the open?" Faye scraped a fingernail along the dry saliva and vomit still at the corner of her mouth. When this was all figured out she'd take a long shower and brush her teeth with ammonia.
"All I can say is this better be the performance of Roscoe Calhoun's lifetime." Spike growled, looking as threatening as a heavily sedated man lying on his back could look.
"Hey," Faye began carefully, "If these characters are based on us then aren't we supposed to get some sort of payment or something for it?"
"Those bastards owe us money!" Spike yelled. In his excitement he had almost managed to stand up. He squeezed his eyes shut and lay back down.
Jet stood up from the couch and wandered back to where the eggs were waiting. "First thing's first. We need to go down to Tharsis and figure out what the hell is going on."
Faye leaned over Spike to be sure he hadn't split himself open. One of his eyes opened.
"Are you sure you didn't sleep with this Akaido guy?" He grinned.
"Fuck you."
"And to top it all off I don't even like the woman who's playing me! Her last film STUNK!" Faye cried.
"Relax, Faye." Spike eased himself into a semi-sitting position. He winced when he felt his stitches pull as he tried to lift his arms above his head. Defeated, he lay back down on the couch.
"Relax, huh? Did you happen to see who's playing Strike Segal?" The name still made her laugh. Strike Segal, indeed.
"Who?" Spike looked about him for a place to put his arms that wouldn't cause further injury.
"Roscoe Calhoun."
Spike's eyes narrowed, "You're joking."
Faye grinned and shook her head.
"Okay, well, then that's it. We have to put a stop to this." Spike looked about ready to leave now.
Jet sighed and scratched the top of his head. "I just don't understand. Who could possibly know all this stuff about us? And why is it being turned into a film? Has anyone ever run into this Akaido character?"
Faye looked up at the ceiling and Spike stared at the tips of his boots. Both were filing through their memories.
"No." They replied.
"Okay, well we have to make our way to Tharsis where Faye said they're doing the filming."
"What if this is some sort of plan or something. What if someone's trying to get us back by luring us out into the open?" Faye scraped a fingernail along the dry saliva and vomit still at the corner of her mouth. When this was all figured out she'd take a long shower and brush her teeth with ammonia.
"All I can say is this better be the performance of Roscoe Calhoun's lifetime." Spike growled, looking as threatening as a heavily sedated man lying on his back could look.
"Hey," Faye began carefully, "If these characters are based on us then aren't we supposed to get some sort of payment or something for it?"
"Those bastards owe us money!" Spike yelled. In his excitement he had almost managed to stand up. He squeezed his eyes shut and lay back down.
Jet stood up from the couch and wandered back to where the eggs were waiting. "First thing's first. We need to go down to Tharsis and figure out what the hell is going on."
Faye leaned over Spike to be sure he hadn't split himself open. One of his eyes opened.
"Are you sure you didn't sleep with this Akaido guy?" He grinned.
"Fuck you."