Chapter 2...

'What?'
'I said, do you want to become a bounty hunter Spike?'
'Why the hell would I want to become a bounty hunter?'
'Well, bounty hunters are supposed to have a death wish, which apparently, you do.' I said thumbing over to the bodies he had killed.
'I don't need to worry about that, I've already died.'
Now I've seen and heard alot in my life, so not much surprises me. But I admit, that this made me atleast raise an eyebrow.
I shook it off, and said, 'Ok, well Mister Zombie, would you at least consider becoming a bounty hunter?'
'Nah, I don't like to work.'
He turned around and started to walk out the door when I yelled, 'You can make alot of quick money.'
That stopped him in his tracks.
'Atleast take my card,' I said, and threw the card at him.
He grabbed it without looking back and walked away. I decided I had better get the hell out of there too considering there were atleast 15 dead bodies in the room.
I interupted Jet's long story to say, "Well, that would explain the bullet holes in the jute box. So let me guess Spike took your offer and you were best friends ever since, right Jet?"
Jet took another sip of his drink and said, "Again, not exactly Oliver. Now let me finish my damn story.
I was about to leave this planet and go to Calisto. Things had been too slow around here, besides, the port fees were killing me. I figured that there might be some good bounties there when an old aquaintance from the ISSP buzzed me. He had a lead on a fresh bounty. Darryl Kite. Former leader of the gang called the Cobras. Former because I had nailed him. An annoynmus person had posted a 1.5 million wulong bounty on his head, and my friend knew of his last know address. Finally, a break.
I parked my Hammerhead near the entrance of the guys apartment building and hurried inside.
I caught my breath outside the guys door, and readied my gun.
I busted in there yelling, 'Darryl Kite!!!'
Too bad I didn't know about the other four guys in that room. They all had their gun pointed at me, it had been a trap.
I then saw Darryl walk from the shadows and say, 'Jet, Jet, Jet, how long has it been since you ran my little operation out of buisness? 10 years? Oh how time does fly. I have been plotting this little revenge for so many years. But when I found out you had become a bounty hunter, I got a new plan. Post a big bounty, and wait for you to come and get me.'
Again, I've seen alot, but when I heard this I again surcome to cocking my eyebrow.
'You mean you put a bounty on your own head!?!'
Darryl smiled and said, 'Brilliant plan isn't it.'
'Ever think that I might not be the only bounty hunter on this planet?'
Darryl looked confused and said, 'Whatever does that mean.'
A huge blast of air came from the window and Darryl yelled at one of his men, 'Close that blasted window, its ruining my precious moment of revenge.'
He then began to do an evil, little, high-pithced laugh. Boy I had raised my eyebrow a whole lot that day. The henchmen opened the curtians only to see a huge black cylinder staring back at him. Behind that cylinder was a big red ship, aiming right at Darryl's head.
The hench men took a step back shaking and said, 'Uh, b-b-b-boss.'
Darryl raised a finger and said, 'Do not ruin the moment.'
The guy turned around and yelled, 'Boss, look!'
Darryl made a fist and said, 'Listen you low level life form nothing will ruin my moment.'
He spun around to face his henchmen only to see the big red ship.
At first he was shocked, but then he got angry. He grabbed his henchmen and started shaking him.
'Why didn't you tell me you imbocele.'
I then heard a familiar voice say, 'I suggest you don't move much anymore.'
I opened my eyes big and said, 'Spike!?!'

End of Chapter 2...