Note: I donot own Cowboy Bebop nor do I own any of the characters.

The Return of Spike
Chapter Two

Spike was in his room looking at his two guns Jet said that they had found in the
Red Dragon's hq.
One was in perfect condition and the other one was jammed and locked.
Great. He thought. Now I either spend a fortune to fix the gun my father gave me, or I
go buy another one. He carefully picked up the damaged gun and set it on
his bed stand by a picture of a guy that looked like him but wasn't. It
was his father. He then proceeded to load his remaining gun then walked
to the hangar.
"Jet, I'm goin out." said Spike.
"Huh, Where?" said Jet.
"Well we need bounties and I need another gun." he relied.
"Ok but just be careful you probly got people lookin' for ya now."

The SwordFish took off as Spike headed for Mars.

Once there he stopped a local shop.
"Have any guns," he asked?
"We 'ave plenty" said the man. "What can I do fer ye?"
"You got any 60mm automatics?" asked Spike.
"No, but I'll tell you what... I can send an order in to get 'ou a custom gun made..."
"How much?"
"Ooh, about $100,000 moolongs."
"I'll take it."
"Ok then you can pick it up tomarrow."

When Spike got back to the Bebop Faye was sitting on the couch and
Jet was in the kitchen cooking. Spike snuck into the kitchen and quietly
opened up the refrigerater.
"Jet! Spike's goin' for a beer!"
Spike turned around to see Jet standing above him. Spike just smilied
and slowly walked away.
"Ya know... you could go get a bounty. There's only one out right now
and it's big. 9,000,000,000 moolongs."
Spike had fainted.

The next day Spike took a look at him. Then his eyes widened.
It was Vicious.