Spike's stomach growled then, louder than either of them had ever heard.

"Um." Spike shifted. "I think we should go catch that bounty."

Jet sat up, awkwardly. "Yes. The bounty."

"Yes." Both stood, straightening their clothing. The elevator suddenly seemed very small.

Jet wrenched open the door, and they were on their way.

After an interminable chase scene, with spaceships, Spike cornered Von Seussberg on a balcony overlooking the food court. Several stories below, two dozen mall cops lunched on cheap Chinese food. Von Seussberg wavered.

"Give it up, Mariana," yelled Spike over the roar of the decorative fountain. "You know you'll be caught, sooner or later. Go with me now to the police, and it'll all be over." He cocked the hammer on his gun.

She looked at him, madness creeping in at the corners of her eyes. "NO ONE UPSTAGES MARY SUE!" she screamed, and pitched backward off the balcony.

"Spike!" Jet cried, finally catching up with them.

"I'm not losing this one," yelled Spike, and dove over the edge after her.