Author ramblings: Hi folks. Sorry I took so long in updating this story. These stories are harder to write than they look. I don't really know where this story is going, but if I know my own mind, it should be an interesting ride. Please read and review.

Down at the station

Jet and Faye entered a building that was supposed to be ISSP headquarters. But it looked like more of a zoo than a police building. The station was packed with people. Cops running through halls with mountains of paperwork in their hands. Phones ringing off the hook. A couple of sergeant's yelling at people. And to top it all off, the media had filled the reception area and was trying to get answers from anyone unfortunate enough to enter their domain.

"Man, what a mess. All this because Spike decided to blow up the biggest syndicate on Mars," exclaimed a bewildered Faye.

Jet just nodded his head. They walked up to the receptionist who was busy answering the telephone.

"Yes sir!" the receptionist yelled into the phone. "There still bringing in the bodies from the crime scene… No, I don't where Sergeant Mason is. Listen, you're going to have to call back later. We are rather busy at the moment, okay. Bye!" She slammed the phone on the hook and brought her attention to the strange looking couple in front of her. "How can I help you?" she asked them.

"I'm here to see Bob. He called me down here about an hour ago," Jet told the receptionist.

"Okay, you're names?"

"Jet Black and Faye Valentine."

The receptionist paused a moment when she heard their names. "Whoa! Did you say Jet Black, as in the Black Dog of Ganymede?"

"Yeah, that's what they use to call me. Anyway, can you tell Bob we're here."

"Sure." She picked up the phone and dialed a number. It rang a few seconds before someone on the other side picked up. "Bob? It's Tammy. Jet Black and Faye Valentine are here to see you. Okay, bye." She turned back to Jet. "He'll be down in a minute. You can wait in the reception area."

"Thanks, but I think we'll wait right here. Too many cameras in the reception area for my taste." Jet replied.

Tammy chuckled at the comment. "Yeah, I don't think I've seen so many cameras in one place in my entire life."

Before Jet could reply back, he sees Bob pushing his way through the crowd to get to them. A few seconds later, he was standing right in front of them. "Jet! Man, it's utter chaos in here. You're partner knows how to start a party."

"Yeah, that was one of his personal qualities," Faye replied.

Bob turned to face her. "Ah, you must be Faye Valentine. Nice to meet you. I wish it was under better circumstances."

"I don't. I prefer to stay away from places like this."

"Why's that?"

Before Faye could respond, Jet interrupted. "Bob, you called me down here to identify a body, right?"

Bob turned back to Jet. "Yeah, why don't you two follow me."

They pushed their way into the back of the station and down a flight of stairs.

"He wasn't in good shape when he found him. He took a bullet in his arm and multiple sword and knife wounds. Including a big gash across his stomach. I'm surprised he didn't fall down and die earlier."

"I'm not surprised," Faye respond. "He was like a Timex watch or the Energizer Bunny. He takes and licking and keeps on going and going."

Bob and Jet gave Faye a confusing look. "What and who?" Bob asked.

"You know. Those stupid commercials with the guys dropping the watch off a building and that pink bunny with the big drum. Haven't you seen those commercials before? They showed them all the time when I was younger."

"I can't say I have. How long ago was that?" Bob asked.

Faye thought for a moment. "About 60 years ago."

Now Bob looked really confused. "60 years ago! But that's before you were born!"

"I was cryogenically frozen for 50 some odd years."

"Oh. Well, you look good for your age." Bob replied nervously.

"Uh, thanks."

They reached a door that was labeled the "Morgue." "Okay, you two go to that room next door and I'll have someone wheal his body over to the window for you guys to have a look."

"Okay," Jet replied. Jet and Faye slowly made their way to the room Bob had pointed to. Jet opened the door and motioned for Faye to go in. When he noticed she wasn't moving, he turned around and looked at her. "What is it?"

"I don't know. I guess I never thought I would see Spike like this," Faye replied.

"Dead?"

"No, an ice cube. I guess this just bring back memories of my time in the freezer. Only this time, we won't be able to cure this body. You would think after all the times we wrapped him us as a mummy he would get the idea."

"Yeah, you would think. But you know Spike. Toss the name Julia or Vicious around and all higher intelligence seems to shut down."

Faye gave a slight nod and they entered the room. The room was rather small. There was a small, wooden table in the center of the room with some folding metal chairs. On one of the walls was the window Bob was talking about. They made their way to the front of the window. At that time, someone was rolling a metal stretcher with a white cloth over what looked like a body. Bob entered the room behind them.

"You two ready?" Bob asked them.

"Ready as we'll ever be," Jet replied.

Bob nodded and gave a signal to the man behind the window. The small slowly pulled back the cloth to revel the man under it. The first thing they noticed was the all too familiar green afro. Then they saw the face. Faye sharply turned around and screamed. Jet remained still for a moment before he responded.

"That's him," Jet replied heavily.

"Okay. We still need to do an autopsy on him, so we can't release him yet. Did you want to handle the funeral, Jet?"

"How much are funerals now a days?" Jet asked.

"About $200,000 Woolongs. Give or take," Bob replied.

"What would happen if I don't handle it?"

"After the autopsy and evidence gathering, we would throw him into a mass grave."

Jet winced. "I don't like the sound of that. I guess we'll handle it."

"Good. I'll call you when everything is complete."

"Thanks."

He turned around to look at Faye who was visibility shaking. "Faye, you going to be okay?"

"Yeah," she whispered.

"All right, let's go home."

They made their way to the outside of the building. Jet was about to descend the steps before he noticed Faye had stopped walking. He turned to face her.

"Faye?"

Not saying a word, she walked up and hugged Jet and began to cry on his shoulder. Jet said nothing and hugged her back.