"Alright, let's try this again," Adam says, handing Joe a VR visor. Adam watches Joe put it on, then puts his own on. "Start. Programs. RPG. Cowboy Bebop. Run." Suddenly, a list appears in the visor. "So, Joe, which session do you wanna try this time?" Joe looks at the list, then says, "Umm.......Computer. Random Selection." A female computer voice speaks. "Please assign characters." Adam says, "Vicious." Joe says, "Spike Spiegel." "Session 28: Alternate Universe," the voice says before the game starts.
Spike is walking down an alley. "Where the hell is she? She said to meet her here." Suddenly, he feels a gun at his temple and an arm around his neck. A familiar voice says, "Don't move, baby. I don't want the fun to end early." Spike stands still, trembling. "Don't shoot." He suddenly grabs the woman by her arm and bends over, throwing her in front of him. "Don't mess with the master, Julia." Spike smiles as he reaches down to help Julia to her feet. Julia smiles back as she pulls him down, laying on him so he can't move. "Take your own advice, Spike," she says before kissing him.
An hour later, they walk into the Red Dragon HQ (which is about 5 feet from the alley). "Any word on our friend?" Spike asks. A person sitting at a desk says, "We are still looking for the traitor Vicious. But it looks like your buddy from the ISSP might know where he is." Spike walks to his office. "OK, thanks for the info."
"Hello, this is Chief Commissioner Jet Black of the Ganymede division of the ISSP. How can I help you?" "Jet, cut the crap. You know that the only person who calls you on this line knows that you define the word corrupt. Don't act all goody," Spike says. "Yeah, I know. But I like the sound of it. So, what do you want?" "I've heard that you have info on Vicious. Where is he?" Jet thinks for a moment, then says, "Your sources are half correct. I don't know where he is, but I do know where he isn't, and I know who he's with." Spike looked shocked. "He has a partner?" "Hell yeah, and she's quite a looker, too." Spike raises an eyebrow. "Really? What's her name?" Jet looks through his records. "Faye Valentine." Spike's jaw drops. "Do you have a picture to send me?" Jet types a few things. "You have it now. Why?" "Because Faye Valentine was born 120 years ago. She's my great-great-grandmother. This is how she looked when she was killed."
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Spike is walking down an alley. "Where the hell is she? She said to meet her here." Suddenly, he feels a gun at his temple and an arm around his neck. A familiar voice says, "Don't move, baby. I don't want the fun to end early." Spike stands still, trembling. "Don't shoot." He suddenly grabs the woman by her arm and bends over, throwing her in front of him. "Don't mess with the master, Julia." Spike smiles as he reaches down to help Julia to her feet. Julia smiles back as she pulls him down, laying on him so he can't move. "Take your own advice, Spike," she says before kissing him.
An hour later, they walk into the Red Dragon HQ (which is about 5 feet from the alley). "Any word on our friend?" Spike asks. A person sitting at a desk says, "We are still looking for the traitor Vicious. But it looks like your buddy from the ISSP might know where he is." Spike walks to his office. "OK, thanks for the info."
"Hello, this is Chief Commissioner Jet Black of the Ganymede division of the ISSP. How can I help you?" "Jet, cut the crap. You know that the only person who calls you on this line knows that you define the word corrupt. Don't act all goody," Spike says. "Yeah, I know. But I like the sound of it. So, what do you want?" "I've heard that you have info on Vicious. Where is he?" Jet thinks for a moment, then says, "Your sources are half correct. I don't know where he is, but I do know where he isn't, and I know who he's with." Spike looked shocked. "He has a partner?" "Hell yeah, and she's quite a looker, too." Spike raises an eyebrow. "Really? What's her name?" Jet looks through his records. "Faye Valentine." Spike's jaw drops. "Do you have a picture to send me?" Jet types a few things. "You have it now. Why?" "Because Faye Valentine was born 120 years ago. She's my great-great-grandmother. This is how she looked when she was killed."
To be continued...