On planet Mars, the Bebop trio were sitting at a nice table in one of the best restaurants in the galaxy: Bloody Mary's Tavern. Of all the tables to choose from, they decided to sit at the one next to the glass window near the entrance. All 3 of them were wearing their sunglasses while looking through the menus. The lovely lights from the ceiling shined with vigor while the pianist played a lovely tune with his black piano. The sun cracked through the clouds and shined through the window, looking as though the stairways to Heaven have opened. None of the Bebop members minded at all the rays of the sun.

"Hey, guys! I'd love to try this out: French Dip! A roast beef sandwich with crunchy, buttered bread, along with sauce that you can dip the sandwich in. With a side-order of french fries and a large soda," Faye said, feeling her mouth water. Spike didn't seem too thrilled about Faye's choice.

"I'll pass on that one, Faye. I want to order a good ol'fashioned Bacon Cheeseburger combo. Medium well, with melted cheddar cheese and a slice of swiss, along with crunchy bacon you'd love to sink your teeth into! Along with net-shaped fries that you can dip into a bowl of melted cheese-"

"WILL YOU QUIT IT, YOU TWO?? YOU'RE TORTURING ME HERE! We didn't come her to order lunch," Jet said. Spike and Faye lowered their heads in disappointment.

"Okay, guys. You know the plan. Our next bounty will rendezvous right here in about a few minutes. Thanks to my plan, I fooled him into believeing that we're gonna be handing him 100 pounds worth of Bloody Eye." Jet kept his black sack nearby his feet, having it unzipped.

"Hey, Jet. Just to be sure, what does he look like?" Spike asked.

"Yeah, and how much woolongs is he worth?" Faye asked.

Jet let out a sigh.

"Oh, man. Okay, one last time. His name is Jagged Edge. He's been known to be one of the best hit-men throughout the Solar System. Every victim of his either turned out to be sliced to pieces or had his/her insides ripped out. Here's the weird part: he never used a knife on his victims."

Faye felt a chill run through her skin when she pictured Jagged Edge's victims dying the way Jet described it. Spike remained unmoved, looking as though Jagged Edge doesn't have a thing on the black-haired cowboy.

"You can tell who he is through his left dead eye, colorless in the iris. And he also has a deep, vertical scar on his right cheek. It's gonna be very difficult to keep him alive while bringing him down, knowing that he's gonna do anything possible to kill whoever gets in his way. And you'd better be VERY careful in keeping him alive: that dude's worth 50 million woolongs," Jet added.

All Spike and Faye could do was stare at Jet.

"... did you say 50 million??" Faye asked, tilting her sunglasses down.

Jet, wearing a smile and folding his arms across his chest, nodded his head.

"That's right, Faye. With that much woolongs, we'll have enough to keep the Bebop running, and more," Jet said, feeling proud of his plans. Spike cleared his throat.

"Uh, Jet? Are you sure there's a comma after the number 50??" Spike asked. Jet let out a quiet growl at Spike and gripped his menu, remembering that bumbling they made when they hunted for Edward's father a short while ago. Remembering that Ed's father was worth 50, not 50,000,000, made him blush a bit out of embarrassment.

"Yes, Spike. There's a comma after the number 50, and there are a lot of zeroes after that comma," Jet managed to say without strangling Spike. Faye let out a light giggle, enjoying how Spike was pissing Jet off. Hearing that giggle put a light smile on Spike's face when he looked into Faye's green eyes.

Spike heard some cawing sounds through an open window, which was coming from across the street. When Spike got a good look at where the sound came from with his mechanical right eye, he saw a group of crows standing on a rooftop. Seeing the crows together made the entire world turn grey before his very eyes. When he watched the crows fly and caw away, Spike's jaw trembled, and his hands started to go numb. Suddenly, Spike's breathing started to go out of rhythm. He looked down at the table, and he dropped his menu.

"Spike? Spike, what's the matter?" Jet asked, raising a brow.

"I'm... I'm.... fine," Spike whispered slowly. However, his appearance said otherwise. When he hunched lower, his shaky breathing worsened, his eyes shut really hard and his body started to tremble. Spike clutched onto his head, grinding his teeth.

"Noooo.... not again... MAKE IT STOP!" Spike shouted, remembering the flapping of the crows' wings. Immediately, Faye jumped out of her seat and grabbed a glass of water from a nearby waiter. Faye quickly brought the water to Spike's mouth.

"Here, Spike! Drink this," Faye said. Faye gently tilted Spike's head back by his chin and tilted the glass. When Spike felt the water brush into his mouth, Spike quickly started to gulp the water down. His body began to stop trembling, and his breathing through his nostrils stabilized. Spike took the glass into his own hands, letting Faye know that he had things under control. However, Faye refused to leave his side. When he finished his water, he let out a sigh of relief and slowly opened his eyes. Faye sat closer to Spike and rested her left hand on his shoulder.

"Spike, maybe you should sit out on this. And it's not the woolongs I'm worried about," Faye whispered in Spike's ear.

"Yeah, maybe Faye's right. You still look shaky after you got out of the hospital two weeks ago," Jet said quietly. Spike shook his head.

"I can't do that, guys. We're dealing with a professional killer here! If things get out of hand, you're definitely gonna need to lean on my back. And if I sit out on this, it won't be the hospital you two will be heading for. It'll be the morgue..." Spike whispered, hoping none of the other people nearby were listening in on their conversation.

A slight moment of silence poured on the trio. Jet and Faye gave each other an uneasy glance, knowing that despite Spike's behavior, he was right. Jagged Edge was one of the meanest brutal killers in the galaxy, and they need Spike to keep them alive.

When Jet saw someone at the corner of his eye, his eyes widened.

"He's here," Jet stated quietly. As fast as the eye can blink, Spike, Jet and Faye resumed their positions. Heading their way was a blonde man, with a deep scar on his right cheek and a left dead eye. Wearing a pair blue jeans and black jean jacket, the man was towering, standing over 6' 6" His muscular build was even greater than Jet's. In his left hand was a case of 10 million woolongs. Seeing who he was suppose to meet, he quietly took an empty seat and sat with the others. He wore a crooked smile when he faced the man with the iron arm.

"You got the goods?" Jagged Edge asked quietly, laying the case next to his left leg. His very voice made Faye's skin crawl.

"Just push the money over to me, and I'll push my sack of Bloody Eye over to you," Jet said quietly.

"Hey, who are those two?" Jagged Edge asked, eyeing Spike and Faye suspiciously.

"Don't worry. They're my secret service, just in case things get dicey," Jet said. Jagged Edge slowly pushed the money over to Jet with his right boot. When the money was right under Jet's feet, Jet reached for the sack. In a flash, Jet pulled out a shotgun and pointed it right at Jagged Edge's face. Soon after Jagged Edge let out a gasp and jumped out of his seat, Spike and Faye whipped out their guns and pointed their life-enders right at Jagged's heart. The three got out of their seats and surrounded Jagged Edge, leaving him no room to breathe.

"Edge, my boy, you have no idea how glad we are to meet ya. If you come with us quietly, you won't get hurt," Jet said, wearing a wide grin. Jagged Edge let out a silent swear. Spike saw a lot of people nearby growing uneasy from the incident.

"Shit, Jet, why did we have to meet Jagged Edge here?? A lot of people could get hurt, or worse," Faye said.

"Hey, it wasn't my idea! Edge always has a love for French Dip," Jet said.

"No need to worry, folks. Just resume eating your meals and pretend we're not here," Spike announced, keeping his gun pointed right at Edge. Slowly, Jagged Edge formed a smile, a really mean one. In a flash, bright metal tore right through the skin of his hands. His hands transformed from normal hands to enormous, metallic, razor-sharp talons! Every finger and thumb was good enough to tear right through a tank! As quick as the eye can blink, Jagged Edge sliced away all of the guns Jet, Spike and Faye were holding.

Jet's smile faded away.

"....oooooookay... this is definitely not going well with the plan..." Jet said.

"Uh... does anybody know Plan B?" Spike asked.

"Yeah, I got a plan for ya, ya friggin' bunch of bounty hunters! SHI NE!!!!" Letting out a wicked laugh, Jagged Edge jumped for his nearest victim: Faye. Feeling as fast as the wind, Jagged Edge raised his razor-sharp claws high in the air, ready to slice Faye's skull from the top of her skull.

"UH.... I'M OPEN FOR PLAN C!!!" Faye shouted.



.... to be continued