Author's notes: Well, I hope I haven't kept you waiting for too long. Every
now and then, I like to bring something different to the story as a bonus
for reading these. So here's a story that's not really part of the
storyline. Don't worry, you'll like it. I guess...I don't really know your
preferences. Now I present to you, the king of bounties vs the king of
thieves!
Part 5: Spike Speigal (First Intermission)
On Earth.
"How did I manage to wind up here?"
Spike sat next to the Swordfish at the edge of a desert. It was out of gas and smoked from its long voyage. Now it was time to figure out how a broke man can get enough money for not only gas but food and, of course, a pack of smokes. "Someone up there is toying with me." He leaned back and fell asleep.
"Hey, you!" A voice said, waking up the bounty hunter. A tall man in a trenchcoat was standing over Spike. "You the one they call Spike?"
Spike's hand reached back for his gun but the figure held up a badge. "Don't worry, I'm on the level. I just wanted to know if you'd be willing to help me out."
"How do you know who I am?"
"I only know you through your bounty hunting career. To be blunt, I'm impressed. The others-" He noticed Spike wasn't paying much attention. "Fine, I'll go straight to the point. I want you to catch this man." The stranger handed Spike a file, but the fuzzy-haired one just looked back up at him.
"How much?"
"You name your price. Anything, and its yours."
"You're kidding right?"
"Try me."
"Alright," Spike said, fingering his ear. "How about 100,000,000 wulongs?"
"Done."
Spike gave a sudden gasp and started coughing after choking on his own breathe. This had to be some hell of a bounty. The figure smiled, "I'll take that as a yes." Spike took the file and meerly nodded, still coughing.
He glanced over the picture inside. There were four different bounty heads, but one of them had "SON OF A BITCH" stamped on his picture. "I take it that this is the one you really want?"
The man nodded. "Kill the others if you like, I just want him. He's been a pain in my ass for years."
The man's picture showed him pulling down one of his eyelids and sticking his tounge out. He actually had a decent haircut but huge sideburns. "Two questions..." Spike said. "What's your name?"
"Just call me....Agent Z."
"Alright, Z...Do you know where I can find this man?"
"The last time I saw him...he said that he was headed to Orlando, Florida."
Spike looked confused. "He told you? Not so good if your bounty head actually told you where he was going, are you ?"
"This man is one slick bastard! One second he's in your face, the next he's halfway across the globe! You musn't underestimate him!"
Spike turned his eye to the sky. "Pay for my gas and I'll get your man."
---
The Swordfish landed in Orlando. Spike stepped out and sighed. "I am just not up for the whole questioning bit today." The sight of a restaurant caught his eye. He reached into his pocket and pulled out what little he had. "Well...I suppose I can have some pancakes...or...pancake."
---
He sat and looked at the miniscule food on his plate. This was obviously not the most classy place to eat. There was bits of food on the tables, some crying baby in the back and right behind him there was a loud group of unruly diners. He couldn't help but to overhear.
"COME ON, DIG IN GUYS!" One of the voice yelled.
A calm one was next. "And how do you expect to pay for this?"
"MINOR DETAILS! We'll be rolling in it once we take care of our next target!"
Spike turned his head to the side a little.
"And do you mind filling us in?" Came a third voice.
"You know what I say. If you're gonna pull a job, make it a big one! We're going to steal Disneyland!"
*Morons,* Spike thought, surpressing a laugh. *Who would be arrogant enough to think he'd be able to stea-* No way. Spike stood up and turned to see who the three actually were. He quickly reached into his coat and took out the file. It was them!
"Disneyland?" The bearded man in a suit said from underneath his hat. "You're really off your rocker, you know that?"
"Oh, c'mon, Jigen! You know how much they must make a day, let alone a year!"
"I must admit," Added the one with somewhat long hair and a blue kimono. "I doubt the possibility of this actually working."
"Aww, not you too, Goemon!" The man in red said, between scarfing down bowls of food. "I tell ya, you guys wouldn't know true genius if it was right in front of your faces!"
A handgun came down to the loud one's nose. He smiled and looked up to see Spike smiling back. "Let's see," Spike begun as he looked around the table. "If you two are Daisuke Jigen, and Goemon Ishikawa....I suppose that makes you Lupin the 3rd."
"Well, what have we here?" The man in red said. "Hey, did you know some type of rat died on your head?"
"Whatever....Are you coming along peacefully? There's nowhere you can run."
"Well I wouldn't be too sure about that." He glanced at Goemon. "Would you?"
The samurai pulled up his blade and with a few quick slices, sheathed it again. A moment later, the wall next to their table broke apart creating a large whole. Lupin turned back to Spike who was now focusing his gun on Goemon. "You seem a little thin, you must really eat up!" Lupin flung a bowl of ramen into Spike's face and the three made a run for it.
"Hey! Get back here!" Spike dropped the bowl and jumped up to the table in chase. Yet before he could make it out, an arm pulled him back. "The hell are you doing!?"
The chef stood with a large vein popping out of his forehead. "Your little friends may of left, but you're not skimping on the bill!"
"What!? But I-!"
---
Spike stood in the kitchen, scrubbing the large dirty pots in the sink. The clean batch teetered and as Spike noticed, fell upon the remarkably dirty floor. Full of anger, Spike's hands shattered the plate in his hand. "Dammit! I'll get you for this Lupin!!"
--- To be continued... ---
Author's notes: No, Lupin III isn't mine either.
Well, I think I'll get back to the story and continue this bit later...or, maybe I'll continue it in my next chapter. You tell me what I should do.
Part 5: Spike Speigal (First Intermission)
On Earth.
"How did I manage to wind up here?"
Spike sat next to the Swordfish at the edge of a desert. It was out of gas and smoked from its long voyage. Now it was time to figure out how a broke man can get enough money for not only gas but food and, of course, a pack of smokes. "Someone up there is toying with me." He leaned back and fell asleep.
"Hey, you!" A voice said, waking up the bounty hunter. A tall man in a trenchcoat was standing over Spike. "You the one they call Spike?"
Spike's hand reached back for his gun but the figure held up a badge. "Don't worry, I'm on the level. I just wanted to know if you'd be willing to help me out."
"How do you know who I am?"
"I only know you through your bounty hunting career. To be blunt, I'm impressed. The others-" He noticed Spike wasn't paying much attention. "Fine, I'll go straight to the point. I want you to catch this man." The stranger handed Spike a file, but the fuzzy-haired one just looked back up at him.
"How much?"
"You name your price. Anything, and its yours."
"You're kidding right?"
"Try me."
"Alright," Spike said, fingering his ear. "How about 100,000,000 wulongs?"
"Done."
Spike gave a sudden gasp and started coughing after choking on his own breathe. This had to be some hell of a bounty. The figure smiled, "I'll take that as a yes." Spike took the file and meerly nodded, still coughing.
He glanced over the picture inside. There were four different bounty heads, but one of them had "SON OF A BITCH" stamped on his picture. "I take it that this is the one you really want?"
The man nodded. "Kill the others if you like, I just want him. He's been a pain in my ass for years."
The man's picture showed him pulling down one of his eyelids and sticking his tounge out. He actually had a decent haircut but huge sideburns. "Two questions..." Spike said. "What's your name?"
"Just call me....Agent Z."
"Alright, Z...Do you know where I can find this man?"
"The last time I saw him...he said that he was headed to Orlando, Florida."
Spike looked confused. "He told you? Not so good if your bounty head actually told you where he was going, are you ?"
"This man is one slick bastard! One second he's in your face, the next he's halfway across the globe! You musn't underestimate him!"
Spike turned his eye to the sky. "Pay for my gas and I'll get your man."
---
The Swordfish landed in Orlando. Spike stepped out and sighed. "I am just not up for the whole questioning bit today." The sight of a restaurant caught his eye. He reached into his pocket and pulled out what little he had. "Well...I suppose I can have some pancakes...or...pancake."
---
He sat and looked at the miniscule food on his plate. This was obviously not the most classy place to eat. There was bits of food on the tables, some crying baby in the back and right behind him there was a loud group of unruly diners. He couldn't help but to overhear.
"COME ON, DIG IN GUYS!" One of the voice yelled.
A calm one was next. "And how do you expect to pay for this?"
"MINOR DETAILS! We'll be rolling in it once we take care of our next target!"
Spike turned his head to the side a little.
"And do you mind filling us in?" Came a third voice.
"You know what I say. If you're gonna pull a job, make it a big one! We're going to steal Disneyland!"
*Morons,* Spike thought, surpressing a laugh. *Who would be arrogant enough to think he'd be able to stea-* No way. Spike stood up and turned to see who the three actually were. He quickly reached into his coat and took out the file. It was them!
"Disneyland?" The bearded man in a suit said from underneath his hat. "You're really off your rocker, you know that?"
"Oh, c'mon, Jigen! You know how much they must make a day, let alone a year!"
"I must admit," Added the one with somewhat long hair and a blue kimono. "I doubt the possibility of this actually working."
"Aww, not you too, Goemon!" The man in red said, between scarfing down bowls of food. "I tell ya, you guys wouldn't know true genius if it was right in front of your faces!"
A handgun came down to the loud one's nose. He smiled and looked up to see Spike smiling back. "Let's see," Spike begun as he looked around the table. "If you two are Daisuke Jigen, and Goemon Ishikawa....I suppose that makes you Lupin the 3rd."
"Well, what have we here?" The man in red said. "Hey, did you know some type of rat died on your head?"
"Whatever....Are you coming along peacefully? There's nowhere you can run."
"Well I wouldn't be too sure about that." He glanced at Goemon. "Would you?"
The samurai pulled up his blade and with a few quick slices, sheathed it again. A moment later, the wall next to their table broke apart creating a large whole. Lupin turned back to Spike who was now focusing his gun on Goemon. "You seem a little thin, you must really eat up!" Lupin flung a bowl of ramen into Spike's face and the three made a run for it.
"Hey! Get back here!" Spike dropped the bowl and jumped up to the table in chase. Yet before he could make it out, an arm pulled him back. "The hell are you doing!?"
The chef stood with a large vein popping out of his forehead. "Your little friends may of left, but you're not skimping on the bill!"
"What!? But I-!"
---
Spike stood in the kitchen, scrubbing the large dirty pots in the sink. The clean batch teetered and as Spike noticed, fell upon the remarkably dirty floor. Full of anger, Spike's hands shattered the plate in his hand. "Dammit! I'll get you for this Lupin!!"
--- To be continued... ---
Author's notes: No, Lupin III isn't mine either.
Well, I think I'll get back to the story and continue this bit later...or, maybe I'll continue it in my next chapter. You tell me what I should do.
