Part Two- Power Failure
As Ed happily bounced out of the room, Spike shoved the plates to the side, flicked on the TV and groaned. It was covered with static, as usual.
"Piece of crap." he muttered.
Nothing a little kick can't fix.
Spike slammed the heel of his shoe into the side of the TV, and it came to life, amid still being filled with static. He sat down on the couch, and turned the volume up. Big Shot was on as always, and he wondered if that channel actually aired anything else.
On the show, Punch was describing a new bounty with much enthusiasm.
"And for today's hot news!" Spike silently lip-synched Punch's words as he said them.
"Oh, wait a second, folks." On-screen, Judy silently passed a slip of red paper to Punch. His eyes widened as he read the paper.
"Holy smokes, a new bounty has just hit our studio, bounty hunters!"
Spike leaned his head forward in interest.
Bzzzztt.
The screen went blank and all the lights in the room flickered off.
* * * *
Jet slammed his head into the wall.
"Agh! Goddammit!" he rubbed his head and squinted his eyes. It was too dark to see anything around him. The fuses are probably on the brink again… He thought to himself as he carefully reached into his pocket and pulled out a mini-flashlight.
The beam of light cut like a sharpened knife through the darkness, and Jet cautiously walked into the next room.
"Hey! Spike!" He called out wearily. "You there?"
"Yeah, I'm here." Spike's voice echoed out of the darkness.
"Where the hell are you?" Jet queried as he looked around the room with the light.
"By the TV," he answered. Jet swung the light to his left, where Spike was leaning back on the couch.
Spike shielded his eyes from the glare of the flashlight and squinted.
"Fuse problems?" Spike asked calmly. Jet turned around and began shining the light across the wall, looking for the fuse box.
"Yeah. I think so." Jet replied as he continued searching along the wall.
"This place is falling apart." Spike sighed behind him.
"Hmph." Jet grunted in response.
Finally, Jet found the near invisible opening for the fuses.
"Aha!" he muttered to himself as he reached to open the little hatch. Spike popped up over Jet's shoulder, attempting to take a look at the damage.
Sure enough, a fuse burst. Jet thought as he picked loose the burned out fuse with his fingers and replaced it with a shiny new one from his pocket.
"There!" Jet mumbled out loud as he stood up. There was a slight pause. Spike shifted his feet and yawned.
"Jet… aren't the lights supposed to come back on?" Spike queried.
Jet turned around and sighed. The glow from his dying flashlight lit up the front of Spike's shirt, creating an ominous shadow on the wall behind him.
"Yeah…" Jet stroked his chin. "It's probably the main power source down in the engine room. Where's Ed? We need her goggles."
"Edward is here!" Shouted Ed from behind Jet. Jet spun around with the flashlight, where Ed was examining the fuse box with her fingers. Not bothering to ask how she got there, Jet tapped her on the shoulder.
"Ed, we need your goggles so I can use the night-vision function. Where are they?" Ed poked her finger at the fuses. She shook her head, still fiddling with the little electronic devices.
"Edward doesn't remember," she replied as she rubbed her head. "Edward thinks they're with Tomato." She turned around and grinned. Jet exasperatedly massaged his temple in annoyance. Ed giggled.
"You think? Where is Tomato, anyway?" Jet questioned.
"Hmm…" Ed's face was lost in thought. Then she walked over across the room towards the table, bumping and toppling over a chair by accident, and disappearing from the flashlight's glow.
Then Ed's computer was held up into the light.
"Tomato has been foouuund!!" Ed sang cheerfully as she balanced the notebook on her head and danced over to Jet and Spike, and handing the goggles to Jet.
"Alright." Jet held the goggles up to the light. "Looks like there's enough of a charge in'm to let me head down to the engine room and make repairs."
Jet strapped the goggles on, and flicked them on. The mini-flashlight finally died, and the only lights in the room were the goggle's neon glow.
Through the goggles, Jet could see everything again, amid a greenish hue. Spike was on the couch, searching for his cigarettes in the dark, and Ed was sitting on top of Ein, balancing her computer on her head.
"Be right back," Jet called back as he headed down the dark hallway, towards the engine room. Spike finally found a cigarette and lit it with his lighter. A small, faint glow filled the room as he smoked. Across the room, Ed toppled backward off of Ein, walked up to Spike and stuck her face right in front of him.
"Where's Faye-Faye?" She asked curiously.
* * * *
"Ouch!" Faye smacked her head against the door as the power went out, leaving her stranded in darkness, sick and with an unpleasant headache. She had just been exiting the bathroom when metallic sliding door slammed shut in her face. Now she could see nothing. She pounded on the door with her fists.
"Ed!!" She screamed at the top of her voice. "Ed, let me out now!" She pounded harder against the cold metal.
"This isn't funny, Ed!!"
* * * *
Spike shrugged and leaned back on the couch.
"Who cares?" He replied while crushing his cigarette into the ashtray.
