Ch:IV Some Things are Hard to Say
Spike pulled the cig from his lips and twirled it lazily between his fingers. It was a nervous habit of his, and right now he was nervous as hell. He'd been waiting for his debriefing now for at least a half an hour, and because the mission was a failure, he wasn't really looking forward to it.
The room in which he'd been told to wait was the meeting room. Pretty much any and all important happenings went on here. Spike had only been here once before. He found the elegance of it really breathtaking. The wall directly in front of him was nothing more than a giant window. That, to his guesstimation, was at least 20 feet high. He sat in an overly decorated chair that faced a table and just beyond the table was another chair. It was obviously set-aside for his interrogator. Just then Spike heard the loud beep of the door behind him unlocking. Spike quickly smashed his cig into the ashtray and stood to great the man that entered.
"Mao", Spike said as he bowed, "It's a pleasure to see you. I'm glad that you were able to come." Mao motioned for Spike to sit back down; Mao sat down in the other chair just as Spike had guessed he would.
Mao gazed at Spike for a moment while stroking his chin. Then he leaned in towards Spike with much enthusiasm. "You know that that's going to kill you." Mao then picked up the ashtray that was full of ash and cigarette butts. "Really Spike, I think they are truly repulsive", Mao laughed.
"Well", Spike smiled, "You know damn well I'm dedicated. I'll probably die with one of those on my lips."
Mao placed the ashtray back on the table and sat back more comfortably in his chair. "Now that we got that out of the way. Tell me, how did you screw up this time."
Spike now leaned forward toward Mao, "Someone set us up Mao. That's the only explanation." Spike then stood up and walked behind his chair, "They were on us so fast we didn't have time to think."
Mao looked up at Spike without missing a beat, "Then why are you still alive. And how did Vicious get his limo in there so easily", Mao questioned.
Spike now was pacing back and forth behind his chair. His hands in his pant's pockets and his eyes not leaving the floor, "I don't know. Maybe they didn't even know we were there, or they just wanted to get rid of us so they could get that shipment. OR!" Spike froze, now his eyes stared into Mao's, "Is it possible that Vicious was working with them."
Now Mao stood up and placed his hand on Spikes shoulder, "Now lets not jump to conclusion. Why would Vicious want to give them all of that weaponry? Besides." Mao took his hand away and turned to the giant window-wall, "Vicious has been gone for quit some time. He had no way to make any transmitions of any kind from Titan. No, lets just worry about the problem at hand."
Spike had trouble shaking the thought, but he did have to forget about it, for now. "So, what's our next move", Spike asked. "We need to find out who the hell did this."
Mao turned to face Spike with a troubled look, "Well the Vans believe it is the Cobras." Spike was taken aback. "Now Spike if you feel that working with the Cobras will be to much, I understand. I will not hold it against you."
Spike quickly got back his composure and walked up next to Mao. He looked out the window at all the people, going about their normal lives. Spike held back a tear as he imagined being one of them, him and Julia could be married. If only he had never been a part of this damn syndicate. "No", Spike stated, "I will always finish what I start."
Mao placed his arm over Spikes shoulder and pulled him in close, "After your dad died", Mao seemed to strain to get those words out, "I took it upon myself to raise you the best way I knew how. You know Spike, I think I did a Pritty damn good job if I do say so myself." Mao let go and once again placed his hand on Spikes shoulder. "Now after we get a game plan, you will be contacted. But for now, just go relax."
Spike smiled, he loved Mao as his dad, but he never told him, "Thanks, I think I'll go talk to Annie." The two of them hugged and Spike walked to the door. He pressed the door release button and the door beeped, and slid open. Spike took one step out of the room and then he looked back over his shoulder as the glass door slid shut. He saw Mao looking out the window, like always. "I love you", Spike whispered.
Spike pulled the cig from his lips and twirled it lazily between his fingers. It was a nervous habit of his, and right now he was nervous as hell. He'd been waiting for his debriefing now for at least a half an hour, and because the mission was a failure, he wasn't really looking forward to it.
The room in which he'd been told to wait was the meeting room. Pretty much any and all important happenings went on here. Spike had only been here once before. He found the elegance of it really breathtaking. The wall directly in front of him was nothing more than a giant window. That, to his guesstimation, was at least 20 feet high. He sat in an overly decorated chair that faced a table and just beyond the table was another chair. It was obviously set-aside for his interrogator. Just then Spike heard the loud beep of the door behind him unlocking. Spike quickly smashed his cig into the ashtray and stood to great the man that entered.
"Mao", Spike said as he bowed, "It's a pleasure to see you. I'm glad that you were able to come." Mao motioned for Spike to sit back down; Mao sat down in the other chair just as Spike had guessed he would.
Mao gazed at Spike for a moment while stroking his chin. Then he leaned in towards Spike with much enthusiasm. "You know that that's going to kill you." Mao then picked up the ashtray that was full of ash and cigarette butts. "Really Spike, I think they are truly repulsive", Mao laughed.
"Well", Spike smiled, "You know damn well I'm dedicated. I'll probably die with one of those on my lips."
Mao placed the ashtray back on the table and sat back more comfortably in his chair. "Now that we got that out of the way. Tell me, how did you screw up this time."
Spike now leaned forward toward Mao, "Someone set us up Mao. That's the only explanation." Spike then stood up and walked behind his chair, "They were on us so fast we didn't have time to think."
Mao looked up at Spike without missing a beat, "Then why are you still alive. And how did Vicious get his limo in there so easily", Mao questioned.
Spike now was pacing back and forth behind his chair. His hands in his pant's pockets and his eyes not leaving the floor, "I don't know. Maybe they didn't even know we were there, or they just wanted to get rid of us so they could get that shipment. OR!" Spike froze, now his eyes stared into Mao's, "Is it possible that Vicious was working with them."
Now Mao stood up and placed his hand on Spikes shoulder, "Now lets not jump to conclusion. Why would Vicious want to give them all of that weaponry? Besides." Mao took his hand away and turned to the giant window-wall, "Vicious has been gone for quit some time. He had no way to make any transmitions of any kind from Titan. No, lets just worry about the problem at hand."
Spike had trouble shaking the thought, but he did have to forget about it, for now. "So, what's our next move", Spike asked. "We need to find out who the hell did this."
Mao turned to face Spike with a troubled look, "Well the Vans believe it is the Cobras." Spike was taken aback. "Now Spike if you feel that working with the Cobras will be to much, I understand. I will not hold it against you."
Spike quickly got back his composure and walked up next to Mao. He looked out the window at all the people, going about their normal lives. Spike held back a tear as he imagined being one of them, him and Julia could be married. If only he had never been a part of this damn syndicate. "No", Spike stated, "I will always finish what I start."
Mao placed his arm over Spikes shoulder and pulled him in close, "After your dad died", Mao seemed to strain to get those words out, "I took it upon myself to raise you the best way I knew how. You know Spike, I think I did a Pritty damn good job if I do say so myself." Mao let go and once again placed his hand on Spikes shoulder. "Now after we get a game plan, you will be contacted. But for now, just go relax."
Spike smiled, he loved Mao as his dad, but he never told him, "Thanks, I think I'll go talk to Annie." The two of them hugged and Spike walked to the door. He pressed the door release button and the door beeped, and slid open. Spike took one step out of the room and then he looked back over his shoulder as the glass door slid shut. He saw Mao looking out the window, like always. "I love you", Spike whispered.
