The Fine Line
Chapter 2: Fun With Bounties
AN: Just before we get into this I would like to remind you that we cannot get better if we don't know what to fix…so please READ and REVIEW.
Disclaimers: Don't own them…sadly. You know what's even worse, I don't know what I would do with them if I did own them.
You would expect the 3 a.m. crowd in a bar to be too far gone to notice a woman pull out a large gun and place it in someone's face, but not this crowd. Nope. They were a little slower than they normally would have been, but they still managed to scream and run out the door not five seconds after Faye pulled the gun out. Drunks just aren't what they used to be.
Faye's gaze never left her target, she was determined not to screw this one up. "Alright boys," she said to the two men at the table with Johnny. Their hands were inside their jackets, the only thing keeping them from shooting Faye were she stood was Johnny. He had raised his hands slightly to tell them to keep their guns in the jackets. "Nice and easy, put the weapons on the table."
Neither of them moved. Faye smiled and pushed the gun harder to Johnny's head.
"Do it." Johnny's voice was a harsh whisper but they followed orders.
"Good. Now we are all going to stand up and walk over to the bar." She again pushed the gun harder to its target. Johnny rose slowly out of his chair, he was smirking as he did. The boys followed in suit. "After you boys." The flunkies went first followed by Johnny who now had the gun placed firmly at the back of his head.
"I've never been threatened by a chick before." Johnny said as he walked slowly to the bar.
"First time for everything." Faye put a smile on her face.
"What do you want?"
"Just the five hundred thousand on your head." Faye moved so that she was beside the man, her gun placed at the center of his shoulders.
"A bounty hunter?!" Johnny said stopping in front of the bar. Faye smiled at him as she put herself between Johnny and the counter. She turned her attention to the toothless bartender who was gripping at the surface before him. There was something in his eyes. Fear?
"Do me a favor, cuff those two to the bar here." She handed him a pair of handcuffs. The man hesitated slightly but then did as he was asked. "Thanks." She threw a couple of bills on the bar as she turned to face Johnny.
He was smiling widely, her gun was raised to his chest. "So tell me," he began, "do you always work alone? No back up?"
Faye's smile fell. "Best way."
"I have to disagree. You see me, I always have three."
Faye's eyes widened with the realization. She spun around, her gun level and ready to shoot. However, she was met with the large balled fist of the bartender. She flew back, her gun skidding under the closest table. Her head was spinning, she couldn't get her balance. She got slowly to all fours and balled her hands to fists. 'Damn I hadn't thought about another backup.' Her mind raged as she silently kicked herself.
She watched as a shadow crept closer to her. She lifted her head to meet the wide grin of Johnny.
"Working alone is never the best way, sweetheart." He walked over to her left side. "Never." He brought his foot up and kicked her in the stomach. Faye felt her ribs crack. She couldn't breathe, she just lay there on her side gasping for breath. He kicked her again, her small body slid across the floor, knocking tabels over with it.
By the time she could breathe and opened her eyes, the bartender had released the other guy. Faye looked down at the floor, blood smeared on the wood. Some of it she had coughed up and the rest probably came from the wounds the toothless big guy had given her. She closed her eyes, when she opened them again she caught a flash in front of her. Her gun. No knight in shining armor was going to save her. If she was going to live through this she was going to have to do it herself.
Slowly she began to raise her body from the ground. Johnny watched with a smile as tried to get off the blood stained ground. His mirth quickly changed to annoyance as she sat succeeded in sitting up without falling back over. He tapped the bartender on the shoulder and nodded towards her. The bartender took his cue and walked over towards her. He was fully intent on making sure she didn't get up this time.
Faye raised her hands in front of her face as if to block his attack. He stopped about two feet from her. She looked up at him, blood running from her mouth, and smiled at him.
"Come on guys, there is no need to kill me. I get the point, I'm done." She raised her hands in surrender signal and let them fall. "No more threats, no nothing. You guys are free to live your lives of dangerous crime. No problems from me."
The bartender looked back at Johnny, then back to her. She didn't know what the look meant but it didn't look good. He smiled a big toothless grin at her, "But this is more fun." He lifted his large right leg and kicked her square in the shoulder. She felt a small pop, Great plan Faye, she chided herself as she landed, knocking more tables down. She fell right on top of her gun…wow, I didn't think it would actually work. She put her right hand around the gun, keeping it hidden from sight behind her hip. He was right by he now lifting his leg for another kick. Faye brought the gun quickly up, placing it against his crotch.
She smiled up at him, "Have fun with this." She pulled the trigger, and blood splattered across her face and shirt. The man fell screaming to the ground grabbing at his now, non-existent penis.
Johnny and the other two were firing in no time. She scrambled behind the closest overturned table, firing wildly as she went. She leaned against the table. "Ok," she whispered to herself as she checked the clip in her gun. "Now, what? I could have called Spike and Jet if I hadn't LEFT the damn COMMUNICATOR on the BEBOP." She smacked the clip back into place. "Damn smart move, Faye." She turned and fired again as she ran to the next table.
The bartender was dead now, shoot at the right angle…and there you go. One of the flunkies made a run, he leapt over the table. She shot him in mid air, his gun dropping beside her. He got one lucky hit before he let his gun go though, hitting her in her already bruised and battered shoulder.
She picked up his gun, and made a run for another table. "Gee, keep this up and you might actually get out of this alive." She said to the bullet- ridden air around her. She sat behind a table, reloading her gun. The firing stopped.
"Alright, sweetheart, till next time." Johnny's voice rang out through the silence.
Faye looked slowly over the top of the sideways table. Johnny was grabbing his side and the other guys was limping a little as they ran towards the back door. She hit them with one of her wild shots, Damn lucky.
She lifted herself off the ground and stood, slowly. Her adrenaline was still pumping so she wasn't feeling the wounds…yet. She made her way slowly out the front door, and to her Red Tail. She got in and set the autopilot for the Bebop.
"Good job, Faye. She said with a small smirk.
Ok, hi. I hope you liked that, it was my very first time writing an action sequence…sorry if it sucked. Please read and review. Please. With sugar on top.
Next chapter: Stupidity and Death. Faye gets back to the Bebop and Spike and Jet play nurse. Well Spike more than Jet, he just provides the bandages.
Chapter 2: Fun With Bounties
AN: Just before we get into this I would like to remind you that we cannot get better if we don't know what to fix…so please READ and REVIEW.
Disclaimers: Don't own them…sadly. You know what's even worse, I don't know what I would do with them if I did own them.
You would expect the 3 a.m. crowd in a bar to be too far gone to notice a woman pull out a large gun and place it in someone's face, but not this crowd. Nope. They were a little slower than they normally would have been, but they still managed to scream and run out the door not five seconds after Faye pulled the gun out. Drunks just aren't what they used to be.
Faye's gaze never left her target, she was determined not to screw this one up. "Alright boys," she said to the two men at the table with Johnny. Their hands were inside their jackets, the only thing keeping them from shooting Faye were she stood was Johnny. He had raised his hands slightly to tell them to keep their guns in the jackets. "Nice and easy, put the weapons on the table."
Neither of them moved. Faye smiled and pushed the gun harder to Johnny's head.
"Do it." Johnny's voice was a harsh whisper but they followed orders.
"Good. Now we are all going to stand up and walk over to the bar." She again pushed the gun harder to its target. Johnny rose slowly out of his chair, he was smirking as he did. The boys followed in suit. "After you boys." The flunkies went first followed by Johnny who now had the gun placed firmly at the back of his head.
"I've never been threatened by a chick before." Johnny said as he walked slowly to the bar.
"First time for everything." Faye put a smile on her face.
"What do you want?"
"Just the five hundred thousand on your head." Faye moved so that she was beside the man, her gun placed at the center of his shoulders.
"A bounty hunter?!" Johnny said stopping in front of the bar. Faye smiled at him as she put herself between Johnny and the counter. She turned her attention to the toothless bartender who was gripping at the surface before him. There was something in his eyes. Fear?
"Do me a favor, cuff those two to the bar here." She handed him a pair of handcuffs. The man hesitated slightly but then did as he was asked. "Thanks." She threw a couple of bills on the bar as she turned to face Johnny.
He was smiling widely, her gun was raised to his chest. "So tell me," he began, "do you always work alone? No back up?"
Faye's smile fell. "Best way."
"I have to disagree. You see me, I always have three."
Faye's eyes widened with the realization. She spun around, her gun level and ready to shoot. However, she was met with the large balled fist of the bartender. She flew back, her gun skidding under the closest table. Her head was spinning, she couldn't get her balance. She got slowly to all fours and balled her hands to fists. 'Damn I hadn't thought about another backup.' Her mind raged as she silently kicked herself.
She watched as a shadow crept closer to her. She lifted her head to meet the wide grin of Johnny.
"Working alone is never the best way, sweetheart." He walked over to her left side. "Never." He brought his foot up and kicked her in the stomach. Faye felt her ribs crack. She couldn't breathe, she just lay there on her side gasping for breath. He kicked her again, her small body slid across the floor, knocking tabels over with it.
By the time she could breathe and opened her eyes, the bartender had released the other guy. Faye looked down at the floor, blood smeared on the wood. Some of it she had coughed up and the rest probably came from the wounds the toothless big guy had given her. She closed her eyes, when she opened them again she caught a flash in front of her. Her gun. No knight in shining armor was going to save her. If she was going to live through this she was going to have to do it herself.
Slowly she began to raise her body from the ground. Johnny watched with a smile as tried to get off the blood stained ground. His mirth quickly changed to annoyance as she sat succeeded in sitting up without falling back over. He tapped the bartender on the shoulder and nodded towards her. The bartender took his cue and walked over towards her. He was fully intent on making sure she didn't get up this time.
Faye raised her hands in front of her face as if to block his attack. He stopped about two feet from her. She looked up at him, blood running from her mouth, and smiled at him.
"Come on guys, there is no need to kill me. I get the point, I'm done." She raised her hands in surrender signal and let them fall. "No more threats, no nothing. You guys are free to live your lives of dangerous crime. No problems from me."
The bartender looked back at Johnny, then back to her. She didn't know what the look meant but it didn't look good. He smiled a big toothless grin at her, "But this is more fun." He lifted his large right leg and kicked her square in the shoulder. She felt a small pop, Great plan Faye, she chided herself as she landed, knocking more tables down. She fell right on top of her gun…wow, I didn't think it would actually work. She put her right hand around the gun, keeping it hidden from sight behind her hip. He was right by he now lifting his leg for another kick. Faye brought the gun quickly up, placing it against his crotch.
She smiled up at him, "Have fun with this." She pulled the trigger, and blood splattered across her face and shirt. The man fell screaming to the ground grabbing at his now, non-existent penis.
Johnny and the other two were firing in no time. She scrambled behind the closest overturned table, firing wildly as she went. She leaned against the table. "Ok," she whispered to herself as she checked the clip in her gun. "Now, what? I could have called Spike and Jet if I hadn't LEFT the damn COMMUNICATOR on the BEBOP." She smacked the clip back into place. "Damn smart move, Faye." She turned and fired again as she ran to the next table.
The bartender was dead now, shoot at the right angle…and there you go. One of the flunkies made a run, he leapt over the table. She shot him in mid air, his gun dropping beside her. He got one lucky hit before he let his gun go though, hitting her in her already bruised and battered shoulder.
She picked up his gun, and made a run for another table. "Gee, keep this up and you might actually get out of this alive." She said to the bullet- ridden air around her. She sat behind a table, reloading her gun. The firing stopped.
"Alright, sweetheart, till next time." Johnny's voice rang out through the silence.
Faye looked slowly over the top of the sideways table. Johnny was grabbing his side and the other guys was limping a little as they ran towards the back door. She hit them with one of her wild shots, Damn lucky.
She lifted herself off the ground and stood, slowly. Her adrenaline was still pumping so she wasn't feeling the wounds…yet. She made her way slowly out the front door, and to her Red Tail. She got in and set the autopilot for the Bebop.
"Good job, Faye. She said with a small smirk.
Ok, hi. I hope you liked that, it was my very first time writing an action sequence…sorry if it sucked. Please read and review. Please. With sugar on top.
Next chapter: Stupidity and Death. Faye gets back to the Bebop and Spike and Jet play nurse. Well Spike more than Jet, he just provides the bandages.