"Hey, give me some room, damn it," Faye grunted. Serj had already managed to cop several feels on her since the two had tried to cram themselves into the Redtail. She'd have punched him, if she had enough room.
"Sorry," He said. His face bouncing off her breast.
"I can still throw you out, you know," she said, pushing him to the side as she fired the engines up. "You touch me again, and I'll hand you over to them myself." She planted an elbow to his jaw just to make sure he got the picture.
"Okay, okay. Sorry," Serj said. "Let's just go before they find us."
She lifted the Redtail off as another car of syndicate thugs approached. A few stray bullets hit the ship but did no real damage. Handgun shells weren't strong enough to hurt the chassis.
"You better hope the Bebop is still close," Faye said, trying to get as much of the pilot seat to herself as possible. "I don't need a passenger."
"Wait," Serj said, squirming and placing a hand squarely on her left butt cheek. "Did you say the Bebop? Spike Spiegel's ship?"
"He's not the only one on it, buster… Don't touch me!" Faye said, giving him another well-placed elbow. "How do you know Spike?"
"The syndicates are after him," Serj gasped. "Oh no, how could this get any worse? We can't hide from the syndicates. They're already going to be looking for him!"
"Just shut up and sit down," Faye yelled, tiring of his mouth. Whatever he was talking about, she was sure she'd find out what the scoop was when she got back to the ship.
"Okay, Ed, don't forget to hack into the ISSP database and see what else you can find about this Serj Harashi," Jet barked into his comlink. "And let me know if you hear from Faye."
"Okey dokey," Ed squeaked, doing cartwheels on her way to her terminal. "Aye aye, capyetan!" She saluted Jet with her foot and laughed at the sight of Ein, who she had wrapped in her hospital gown.
Jet punched the throttle on the Hammerhead as he left the deck of the Bebop and headed back toward the medical ship. He hadn't yet had time to reflect on how relieved he was to have Ed and Ein back. The only real pet I'd ever had and the closest thing to a daughter I probably will ever have, he thought to himself. He'd often said that the Black Dog wasn't the type to settle down gracefully with a wife and kids, but Ed wasn't the kind of kid that allowed one to be graceful. Besides, If he was a guardian to Ed and Ein, he was nothing short of a babysitter to Spike and Faye. More like a referee, he thought. But nobody ever said everyone's family was supposed to be normal.
He docked with the medical frigate and checked his pistol one more time before getting out of his ship. No telling what could happen, even if Spike was registered under a fake name.