Spike stared at the closed bathroom door and shook his head. The woman was
not right- it had been evident to him for a long time now, but each of her
outbursts seemed to reinforce the thought in his mind. He had never met
another person who was so prone to violent fits of anger and rage. Even
Vicious, insane as he was, still managed to tame his emotions. 'Maybe Faye
isn't crazy,' he mused. 'Maybe the rest of us are crazy.' Spike pondered
this thought for a brief moment and shook his head of the notion. Whether
she was crazy or not was irrelevant. The fact that he even bothered to
wonder what made her hot head tick frightened him. 'Maybe she IS crazy and
she's bringing me down with her.'
He shook his head and ambled into the living room, where Ed and Jet were huddled over a glowing screen. Leaning over the seemingly ancient gold couch, he reached between two seat cushions and withdrew the hand which now held his essence of life and sanity- his nicotine. Lazily, he drew a single stick from his pack and lit it with a flick of his lighter. Breathing in the smoky calm he moved to stand silently behind Jet and Ed.
"So, you say it's from Bob?" Jet peered over Ed's shoulder, eager to catch a glimpse of the message sent to him by one of his closest friends. Bob was a man of few words, even when they worked together on Ganymede, so when he sent a message you could bet that something important was in the air.
"Aye aye Jet Person! It's from Bob bob a dob," she agreed, typing furiously. "Strange!" Ed lifted one eyebrow at the screen and pushed her goggles to the top of her head. She looked up at a puzzled Jet and grinned. "Message for Jet person must be important! It's encrypted erypted!"
"Encrypted?" Spike leaned down, the mention of the heightened security catching his interest. "Why would Bob send you an encrypted message, Jet?"
Jet scratched his head and thought for a moment. "I really couldn't imagine why he would do that."
Ed was already back at work, typing like a madman and concentrating intently at the task in front of her. Jet smiled at her determination, noticing the corner of tongue that was stubbornly jutting from the corner of her now tight lips. Whatever Bob had sent him was obviously not meant for anyone else's eyes. It was a good thing that Radical Edward herself was a member of his crew.
"Hey! What's going on out here?" Faye's feminine voice drifted across the room as she walked towards the cluster of people surrounding Ed's computer. "Am I missing anything?"
Spike glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and returned his gaze towards Ed's work. Jet didn't look up, his eyes eagerly awaiting sight of his message and Ed's fingers continued to fly over the keyboard as if no one had spoken. Faye, a bit miffed at the lack of response, walked over towards Spike and looked over his shoulder. As she thoughtfully towel-dried her damp violet locks, she leaned in to see what Ed was so avidly trying to accomplish. Her eyes followed the flurry of green on Ed's terminal and a sudden dawn of realization washed over her.
"Holy shit! That's class 5 encryption! I haven't seen anything as secure as that for a heck of a long time!"
He shook his head and ambled into the living room, where Ed and Jet were huddled over a glowing screen. Leaning over the seemingly ancient gold couch, he reached between two seat cushions and withdrew the hand which now held his essence of life and sanity- his nicotine. Lazily, he drew a single stick from his pack and lit it with a flick of his lighter. Breathing in the smoky calm he moved to stand silently behind Jet and Ed.
"So, you say it's from Bob?" Jet peered over Ed's shoulder, eager to catch a glimpse of the message sent to him by one of his closest friends. Bob was a man of few words, even when they worked together on Ganymede, so when he sent a message you could bet that something important was in the air.
"Aye aye Jet Person! It's from Bob bob a dob," she agreed, typing furiously. "Strange!" Ed lifted one eyebrow at the screen and pushed her goggles to the top of her head. She looked up at a puzzled Jet and grinned. "Message for Jet person must be important! It's encrypted erypted!"
"Encrypted?" Spike leaned down, the mention of the heightened security catching his interest. "Why would Bob send you an encrypted message, Jet?"
Jet scratched his head and thought for a moment. "I really couldn't imagine why he would do that."
Ed was already back at work, typing like a madman and concentrating intently at the task in front of her. Jet smiled at her determination, noticing the corner of tongue that was stubbornly jutting from the corner of her now tight lips. Whatever Bob had sent him was obviously not meant for anyone else's eyes. It was a good thing that Radical Edward herself was a member of his crew.
"Hey! What's going on out here?" Faye's feminine voice drifted across the room as she walked towards the cluster of people surrounding Ed's computer. "Am I missing anything?"
Spike glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and returned his gaze towards Ed's work. Jet didn't look up, his eyes eagerly awaiting sight of his message and Ed's fingers continued to fly over the keyboard as if no one had spoken. Faye, a bit miffed at the lack of response, walked over towards Spike and looked over his shoulder. As she thoughtfully towel-dried her damp violet locks, she leaned in to see what Ed was so avidly trying to accomplish. Her eyes followed the flurry of green on Ed's terminal and a sudden dawn of realization washed over her.
"Holy shit! That's class 5 encryption! I haven't seen anything as secure as that for a heck of a long time!"