Ch:III The Good and the Bad
"GET DOWN!" Spike yelled with all he could muster. She ducked behind the nearest stack of boxes. Spike quickly tossed the grenade in the direction of the gunshots. A Warehouse was not the best place for a shoot out, but Spike pulled out is trusted Jericho and cocked it. He stood back flat against a separate pile of boxes. He peered around the side of the boxes; he saw Julia knelt down, still behind the same stack of boxes. She was taking pot shots at their assailants. Spike quickly jumped out from his cover and opened fire. All the time stepping closer to Julia's position. He finally reached her and instinctively took up a flanking position across from her. They were each now blasting away at their unknown enemy.
"Who the hell are these guys", Spike yelled over the gunshots.
"I don't know", Julia replied, "They must be after the same thing we are." Spike could hear the fear in her voice. He didn't like it. The only other time he had heard that same fear had been.
"We have to get out of here Julia. There are way to many of them." Spike reached over and grabbed her by the sleeve of her coat. Simultaneously he grabbed the last grenade out of his coat, pulled the pin, and tossed it over his shoulder.
They were now running as fast as they could away from the bullets. They reached the back exit after what seemed like an eternity. Spike tried the door but it was locked. He raised his foot and was about to kick it down when he froze. Julia looked up into his eyes, "What? Just kick it!" But Spike new what he was doing.
"DROP!" He yelled as he grabbed her putting himself in between her and the door. She fell to the floor and Spike still embracing her fell on top of her. Not even a second had past after they had hit the cement floor that a defining explosion seared both of their ears. The door blew off of its hinges and smoke blasted over them. Spike, his ears still ringing, quickly centered his gun on the smoke filled doorway. His hand shook nervously, and the ringing in his ears slowly stopped. Spike waited, but nothing happened. He picked himself up of the ground, and helped Julia to her feet. All the time his gun never leaving the doorway. Then, through the smoke, two red eyes appeared. The two eyes quickly became a bird that glided through the smoke and landed on top of Spikes head. Spike lowered his gun as the smoke began to dissipate and the grim figure of Vicious appeared. His silver hair now went down to his shoulders. Vicious' black coat was decorated by the brown tassels that held his coat together, and his cold stare never left Spikes eyes.
"Vicious, you're back?!" Spike's shock was quit obvious.
Vicious' didn't move, but his black bird fluttered over to his shoulder as if he had called it. "No time for small talk, Spike. We must leave." His voice was as cold and as harsh as his appearance. Julia ran over and kissed him on the cheek, then the two of them left. Spike stood there for a moment, wondering what would happen now that HE was back. But Spike did leave; he walked right out that door and into the limo that was waiting. He would face his life head on. And he would face it with her.
"GET DOWN!" Spike yelled with all he could muster. She ducked behind the nearest stack of boxes. Spike quickly tossed the grenade in the direction of the gunshots. A Warehouse was not the best place for a shoot out, but Spike pulled out is trusted Jericho and cocked it. He stood back flat against a separate pile of boxes. He peered around the side of the boxes; he saw Julia knelt down, still behind the same stack of boxes. She was taking pot shots at their assailants. Spike quickly jumped out from his cover and opened fire. All the time stepping closer to Julia's position. He finally reached her and instinctively took up a flanking position across from her. They were each now blasting away at their unknown enemy.
"Who the hell are these guys", Spike yelled over the gunshots.
"I don't know", Julia replied, "They must be after the same thing we are." Spike could hear the fear in her voice. He didn't like it. The only other time he had heard that same fear had been.
"We have to get out of here Julia. There are way to many of them." Spike reached over and grabbed her by the sleeve of her coat. Simultaneously he grabbed the last grenade out of his coat, pulled the pin, and tossed it over his shoulder.
They were now running as fast as they could away from the bullets. They reached the back exit after what seemed like an eternity. Spike tried the door but it was locked. He raised his foot and was about to kick it down when he froze. Julia looked up into his eyes, "What? Just kick it!" But Spike new what he was doing.
"DROP!" He yelled as he grabbed her putting himself in between her and the door. She fell to the floor and Spike still embracing her fell on top of her. Not even a second had past after they had hit the cement floor that a defining explosion seared both of their ears. The door blew off of its hinges and smoke blasted over them. Spike, his ears still ringing, quickly centered his gun on the smoke filled doorway. His hand shook nervously, and the ringing in his ears slowly stopped. Spike waited, but nothing happened. He picked himself up of the ground, and helped Julia to her feet. All the time his gun never leaving the doorway. Then, through the smoke, two red eyes appeared. The two eyes quickly became a bird that glided through the smoke and landed on top of Spikes head. Spike lowered his gun as the smoke began to dissipate and the grim figure of Vicious appeared. His silver hair now went down to his shoulders. Vicious' black coat was decorated by the brown tassels that held his coat together, and his cold stare never left Spikes eyes.
"Vicious, you're back?!" Spike's shock was quit obvious.
Vicious' didn't move, but his black bird fluttered over to his shoulder as if he had called it. "No time for small talk, Spike. We must leave." His voice was as cold and as harsh as his appearance. Julia ran over and kissed him on the cheek, then the two of them left. Spike stood there for a moment, wondering what would happen now that HE was back. But Spike did leave; he walked right out that door and into the limo that was waiting. He would face his life head on. And he would face it with her.
