Well, here is the fourth act, sorry about the wait. Any way, I want you guys to know that things are going well with my Blue Sub No. 6 story, but apparently, my Inuyasha fic seems to have flopped with the readers, oh well… (: P) Any way, here's the story.



Act Four

Sheriff Punch looked at the telegram that had been wired to him.

Mad Dog Vicious headed your way.

Has hostage.

Handle with extreme care.

Federal officers Spike Spiegel and Jet Black from the 31st district are in pursuit.

Assistance to them may be required.

End.

1.1 Federal Dispatch

The dark-skinned man furrowed his brow at the paper. "Damn, the Mad Dog!" He exclaimed in his strange accent.

***

Vicious sat in the back seat right next to Fey; his sword was in his hand. "Now, Mrs. Valentine, I believe the situation has taken a turn in my favor, wouldn't you say?" He asked her. Vicious was now becoming more comfortable to the situation and was completely confident in his plans for revenge.

"I don't associate with monsters!" Fey spat at him.

"I may be a monster, but at least I'm not some weakling who'd through his life away for some woman." He began. "That's what separates Spike and myself. He clings to his emotions, where as I have discarded them."

"You think that being a cold-hearted bastard makes you better then Spike, at least he doesn't pretend to be a machine!" Fey responded.

"Being a machine is better then being a fool. You say that I'm pretending to be a machine, but do you know what your precious Spike is pretending to be?!" Asked asked her, but didn't give her a chance respond. "He's pretending to be a COWARD!" Vicious yelled at her in an uncharacteristic outburst.

"Ha! Look at you, you do have emotions!" Fay exclaimed. "Anger!" She added.

Vicious then struck her across the face, not like when spike had slapped her as earlier as just a gesture of disrespect, but hard, and right across her face.

Fey hit the floor of the back of the hover craft, and for the first time, felt tears of shame run down her face, she sniffled and looked up at the cold figure looking down at her through soaking eyes. Vicious' face was now a mask of indifference once again; he showed no emotions.

"Spike may pretend to be some kind of hero, but he's just like me, a killer. We're cut from the same cloth." He said coldly to her.

"No! Spike's not like you!" She said to him defiantly. "He'll come and rescue me and he'll beery you!" She said to him.

"I'm sure he will try to, but he will die in the process." Vicious remarked with an air of confidence.

"Boss, we're almost to next town." The man driving the speeder said from over his shoulder.

"Good, what about the trap?" Vicious asked calmly.

"Jacoby and his men have the gantline gun in the Devil's Pass."

Vicious smiled at this.

Fay looked at him in disgust. "How can you set a trap for him after talking about how you're going to settle the score with him?!" Faye demanded.

"It's just a test; I want to see if he's still the killing machine he was when I knew him. You see, once he got his mind on something, he can't be stopped. If I'm right, then he'll go through them like a bull dozer." Vicious said, clenching his fist as he held it up in the air for effect.

***

Jacoby sat on the top of the ridge wall looking out into the expanse of dessert, he held a telescope up to his good eye. He turned to one of his men standing by. "Hoss, get over here!" He instructed and the man ran over to him.

"What Jacoby?" Hoss asked.

"Load the Gantline Gun, I see him coming." Jacoby instructed him.

"Right." Hoss said and ran off to carry out the order.

Jacoby turned to one of his other men. "Gigs, come here." He said.

The man ran over to his side and kneeled down next to him. "Do you know why they call me 'One-Eyed Jacoby'?"

"Because you lost your to a flying fork in a cafeteria food fight." Gigs replied.

"Damn right! But I showed that kid when I disemboweled him with a plastic spork!"

Gigs trembled at the utter cruelty of his boss.

Jacoby turned back around and smiled as he saw the speeder drawing closer.

***

Spike could see the canyon ahead of them and slowed down as he entered into it.

Carefully, he maneuvered his way through the rocky inner ridge of the canyon. He turned to Jet. "There's something strange about this place. I'm not sure what though." Spike remarked.

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Jet said, taking out his Walther.

"Good idea." Spike remarked.

Just then, Spike heard a noise at the top of the canyon wall. "Get down!" He yelled, pulling jets down with him as he ducked under the dashboard of the speeder.

A string of high-speed bullets struck the surface of the speeder, but thanks to a layer of titanium reinforced Kevlar, they didn't pierce the surface.

Spike and Jet hopped behind the left side of the speeder for cover and kept down.

"The fire is coming from the right side!" Spike exclaimed. He then stood up and fired towards the direction that the shots were coming from.

***

Jacoby looked up to see one of his men fall over the edge of the cliff, done in by one of Spike's shots.

"Damn!" He exclaimed.

***

Jet stood up and fired at the man operating the gantline gun. The shot hit him in the face and he fell backwards.

***

Jacoby watched as Hoss was shot in the face. "Goddamn!" He exclaimed. "Well, if that's how they want to play, then I'll play rough!" He said as he took out a stick of dynomite and lit the fuse on it, he then got up and dropped it down in the canyon.

***

Spike and Jet were knocked back by the explosion.

"Holly shit!" Jet exclaimed as the dust cleared.

Spike got back up and reloaded his gun. "Next time they try that, they'll regret it." Spike said as he loaded a fresh clip into the gun.

***

Jacoby took charge of the gantline gun. "Gigs, throw another stick down at them!" He instructed him.

Gigs grabbed the stick and lit and then ran up to the edge, but when he got their, a bullet hit him in the chest and he fell back, the lit stick landed next to the pile of unused ones.

Jacoby watched as the fuse burned all the way through.

"Son of a bi------------------------------"

***

The two law men watched as a massive explosion occurred above them, at the peak of the explosion, a blacken man was sent flying off into the sunset.

"Wow." Spike exclaimed.

"Yeah, talk about distance." Jet agreed.

"Come on, let's go!" Spike said as he got back into the speeder, Jet following suit.

***

Sheriff Punch watched as his possy finished setting up the sand bags in the middle of the town.

"Alright. Keep 'em moving, muchachos!" He shouted. "Just wait for that s.o.b. Vicious to arrive, we'll show him!" He exclaimed, loading his revolver.

Just then, a blond-haired woman in a pick leather jacket and a white cowboy hat ran up to him. "Sheriff Punch, the militia men are ready." She informed him, beaming.

"Excellent work, Deputy Judy." He replied to her.

(Note: Judy has a shirt on, under her jacket.)

Punch looked out into the distance. "Come and get it, hombre!"



(Better watch your back, space cowboy)



~End of Act Four~

Ooh, just talk about spine tingling suspence. What will happen next, will Spike and Jet be able to intercept Vicious at the town, or will they get caught up in a war zone. What will happen next, I must say that it gives me goose bumps!

Oh yeah, Punch and Judy are the two hosts of that show that the Bebop crew is always watching.