Chapter Three
Jet went outside to get Ed. Faye remained on the ship. She went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, finding it completely empty. Just like old times. She sauntered back to the main room of the Bebop and returned to her spot on the couch. She looked up, slightly startled, when she heard the door swing noisily open.
"Faye-Faye!" yelled Ed, running to Faye and jumping on her. Ein came bouncing in right after Ed.
"Get off!" shouted Faye, trying to shove the wiry child and the stocky dog off of her.
As Faye fought off Ed, Jet walked into the room, arms laden with computer equipment. He dropped the stuff to the floor a bit more roughly than he should have. Luckily it still worked when Ed set it up.
"So do we have any idea where Spike is? Any idea at all?" Faye asked.
"Not really. I have a couple ideas, but really they're just guesses," Jet said.
"Ed, how do you know Spike is really alive?" Faye asked.
Ed, who was busy typing very rapidly with her feet, didn't answer. After a few more moments of typing, Ed said, "Here."
Jet and Faye peered at the computer screen.
Ed had pulled up a profile page for Spike, complete with picture. The picture had a date under it, which indicated that the picture had definitely been taken after Vicious had "killed" Spike.
"Where did you find this?" Faye asked.
"Edward is very good with computers, Faye-Faye."
"But where did this come from? From the looks of this page, I would say that someone is trying to find Spike. Someone other than us," Faye said squinting at the screen, which said:
NAME: SPIKE SPIEGEL
SEX: MALE
PLACE OF BIRTH: UNKNOWN
AGE: EXACT AGE UNKNOWN, APPROXIMATELY LATE TWENTIES
HAIR COLOR: DARK GREEN
EYE COLOR: BROWN
WHEREABOUTS: UNKNOWN
LAST SEEN: MARS, EXACT LOCATION UNDETERMINED
IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION ON THE MAN SHOWN ABOVE, PLEASE CONTACT MAXHENRI. ANY INFORMANTS WILL RECEIVE A HEFTY REWARD.
Next to the text was the picture of Spike. It was distant and out of focus, but it was undoubtedly Spike.
"They don't seem to know too much about him, do they?" Faye asked. Perhaps she could just give them a little harmless information, like where he was from, or his age. She was sure that she would be entitled to at least a few thousand Woolongs. No, she wouldn't sell out. But the idea of that reward *was* pretty appealing.
"Maxhenri," Jet said in a low whisper, interrupting Faye's thoughts.
"What is it?" Faye asked. "Do you know him?"
"Not personally. But I know *of* him. Everyone I used to work with knew of him."
"What do you mean?"
"He's very infamous with the ISSP. He's committed just about every crime you can think of. He's got a very sick mind, a big fan of torture."
"What would he want with Spike?" Faye asked.
Jet sighed. "He used to work alone, never much liked the company of anyone else, but people have been talking lately."
"Talking about what?"
"Rumors say that he's recently been connected with the Red Dragon crime syndicate.
Faye's eyes widened. "The Red Dragon's after Spike?" she whispered, though she already knew the answer.
"That's the way it looks," Jet said.
"If we want to find Spike before this guy does we'd better start looking now," Faye said.
Jet nodded in agreement. "There's no telling what this guy could do to Spike if he gets to him. He's considered by many to be criminally insane."
Faye felt a heavy, sick feeling at the pit of her stomach. She had grown somewhat fond of Spike over the time that they had spent together. Though she wouldn't quite consider him a friend, she had to admit that she had grown to enjoy his teasing and sarcasm. She knew she had to find him before Maxhenri.
Jet went outside to get Ed. Faye remained on the ship. She went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, finding it completely empty. Just like old times. She sauntered back to the main room of the Bebop and returned to her spot on the couch. She looked up, slightly startled, when she heard the door swing noisily open.
"Faye-Faye!" yelled Ed, running to Faye and jumping on her. Ein came bouncing in right after Ed.
"Get off!" shouted Faye, trying to shove the wiry child and the stocky dog off of her.
As Faye fought off Ed, Jet walked into the room, arms laden with computer equipment. He dropped the stuff to the floor a bit more roughly than he should have. Luckily it still worked when Ed set it up.
"So do we have any idea where Spike is? Any idea at all?" Faye asked.
"Not really. I have a couple ideas, but really they're just guesses," Jet said.
"Ed, how do you know Spike is really alive?" Faye asked.
Ed, who was busy typing very rapidly with her feet, didn't answer. After a few more moments of typing, Ed said, "Here."
Jet and Faye peered at the computer screen.
Ed had pulled up a profile page for Spike, complete with picture. The picture had a date under it, which indicated that the picture had definitely been taken after Vicious had "killed" Spike.
"Where did you find this?" Faye asked.
"Edward is very good with computers, Faye-Faye."
"But where did this come from? From the looks of this page, I would say that someone is trying to find Spike. Someone other than us," Faye said squinting at the screen, which said:
NAME: SPIKE SPIEGEL
SEX: MALE
PLACE OF BIRTH: UNKNOWN
AGE: EXACT AGE UNKNOWN, APPROXIMATELY LATE TWENTIES
HAIR COLOR: DARK GREEN
EYE COLOR: BROWN
WHEREABOUTS: UNKNOWN
LAST SEEN: MARS, EXACT LOCATION UNDETERMINED
IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION ON THE MAN SHOWN ABOVE, PLEASE CONTACT MAXHENRI. ANY INFORMANTS WILL RECEIVE A HEFTY REWARD.
Next to the text was the picture of Spike. It was distant and out of focus, but it was undoubtedly Spike.
"They don't seem to know too much about him, do they?" Faye asked. Perhaps she could just give them a little harmless information, like where he was from, or his age. She was sure that she would be entitled to at least a few thousand Woolongs. No, she wouldn't sell out. But the idea of that reward *was* pretty appealing.
"Maxhenri," Jet said in a low whisper, interrupting Faye's thoughts.
"What is it?" Faye asked. "Do you know him?"
"Not personally. But I know *of* him. Everyone I used to work with knew of him."
"What do you mean?"
"He's very infamous with the ISSP. He's committed just about every crime you can think of. He's got a very sick mind, a big fan of torture."
"What would he want with Spike?" Faye asked.
Jet sighed. "He used to work alone, never much liked the company of anyone else, but people have been talking lately."
"Talking about what?"
"Rumors say that he's recently been connected with the Red Dragon crime syndicate.
Faye's eyes widened. "The Red Dragon's after Spike?" she whispered, though she already knew the answer.
"That's the way it looks," Jet said.
"If we want to find Spike before this guy does we'd better start looking now," Faye said.
Jet nodded in agreement. "There's no telling what this guy could do to Spike if he gets to him. He's considered by many to be criminally insane."
Faye felt a heavy, sick feeling at the pit of her stomach. She had grown somewhat fond of Spike over the time that they had spent together. Though she wouldn't quite consider him a friend, she had to admit that she had grown to enjoy his teasing and sarcasm. She knew she had to find him before Maxhenri.