Thanks again to Kyra, reviewed my third chapter. Also thanks to Ninja Lockheart, and CyberMaiden who reviewed this chapter when it was first put up. Thanks for making me think, Ninja Lockheart it's a good thing. First week of high school is in 4 days! If I don't update before then you'll have to wait until the weekend.

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Thoughts are in italics

Attack of the Hillbillies or Bizzarro's Request

"We will now speak live with Benzo Starr, head of this district's ISSP forces, Benzo?" asked the blonde reporter.

"Well the current situation is this: at approximately twelve hundred hours this afternoon Wan X. Pizzaro, strolled into the Drysdale Memorial Co-op Bank on Peachtree Boulevard and took thirteen hostages. Three bank attendants and ten civilians. The rest of the building is empty, thankfully because only the banking/finances on bottom floor is open. He then forced his way to the upper levels and took control of the building, and shut down as many systems as possible. As of now all elevators and moving sidewalks are not working. The security system is still fully operational.  Officials are baffled as to how he made it to the upper levels. We have security consultants working none stop to try and use the security system to our own advantage, but so far we have had no luck. None of the designers of the system can be contacted.  And as is the case with most hostage situations, the captor is making demands that if we should meet, the hostages will be released unharmed. He has been constantly demanding the presence of one, Faye Valentine, whom is his only demand. If she is not within the building within the next three hours he threatens to start shooting the hostages."

"Thank you Mr. Starr, is that all the light that you can give to the situation?" the blonde asked turning to him.

"Is that supposed to be a joke?" Benzo asked seriously.

"Whaaa?"

"Starr, light. Get it? Umm, guess not."

 "Ok… Is that all the information that you have for us Mr. Starr?" the reporter said recovering

"We also have all resident detectives working in concert with other databases within the ISSP, to give us any clue to 'Faye Valentines' whereabouts."

"Thanks again Mr. Starr, this is Elly Mae reporting live from in front of the Drysdale Memorial Co-op Bank on Peachtree Boulevard, now back to Phill Moore in the studio…." Ed turned down the volume, looking at her fellow shipmates. Faye was staring slack jawed at the screen, which still had her picture in the bottom corner. Spike, from his relaxed position on the couch, was staring as well. No one had noticed when Jet had wandered in, but he sat heavily on the couch, staring at the T.V. as well.

Spike perking up said, "So Faye, why would this guy take hostages and them demand to see you? What did you do, sleep with him and then steal his money?" his small smirk growing wider.

She stared dumbly at him and then responded angrily, "What?! Of course not! Dose he look like the kind of guy I'd sleep with?!"

"Well I don't know-" he was cut off abruptly as she hurled a pillow at his head. It bounced off his hair and flopped to the floor. He picked it up and threw it back at her; she caught it, looking daggers at him over the pillow. His stupid smirk infuriated her.

"Stop it you two." Jet said as he stood and took the pillow out of her hands. "Now seriously Faye how does this guy know you?"

"Now seriously Jet I didn't do anything to this guy, I don't even know who he is."

"Are you sure?" Spike asked, looking at her out of the corner of his eye, because he had moved so that he faced the ceiling, the lazy smirk still adorning his face.

"Yes, I'm sure." She said, annoyed.

"What about before-"

She cut Jet off, "If I had done something to this guy before they froze me, wouldn't he be geriatric, that is, IF he wasn't dead." She still seemed a bit touchy when it came to her past

Jet crossed him arm over his chest and grunted.

Without another word Faye got up from her spot and headed to her room. She started checking her guns and setting some on her bed if they were fully loaded, and putting them back if they weren't. She went to her closet and pulled out a pair of shorts that were only slightly longer than the pair that she wore now, length being the only difference. A few minutes later she emerged from her room. She had one gun strapped against her upper thigh.

'This is going to take finesse, but just in case' she patted the gun on her right thigh. She walked into the living room where Spike and Jet watched her pass through on her way to the hanger.

"Uh. Faye where are you going?" Jet asked.

"Where do you think I'm going?"

"Faye-Faye wait for Ed!!! Ed is going to help!" Ed came running in with her Tomato on her head and jogged in place as she said this. Ein, by her side, barked.

"Ed what would you do to help?" Spike asked, amused.

"Ed will collaborate with the suits!"

"You're going to collaborate with the ISSP officers to help solve this?"

"Yes sir Jet-person!" she said saluting Jet. Turning to Faye, "Yup yup Edward can help Faye-Faye."

"Ed I don't think that they'll let you."

"Yes they will Spike-person, Jet-person will convince them to let Edward help."

Faye stood there with her hands on her hips tapping her foot impatiently, "Well if we're all gong to go. Then we should go NOW. It's not like we have all day."

"Ed rides with you." Spike said to Faye as he walked by her to the hangar.

           AT THE BANK

She observed the crowed of people and officers that stood or did various tasks in front of the bank. There was a white pavilion set up, under which the 'security consultants' were tapping away at their computers or reviewing various sheets for paper that came out of the printer or fax machine.  She spotted Mr. Benzo conversing with a fellow officer, and then speaking earnestly into a walkie-talkie.

"I'm here." Faye stated loftily, coming up behind him.

"Hmm? Who are you? If you not here for police purposes please leave." Benzo said not taking his eyes form the paper in his hand.

She cleared her throat and snatched the paper from his grasp. "If you want me to leave I will, but then you won't be able to meet this asshole's demands, and save all of the people." He looked up at her and after a moment realized whom she was, "I was sleeping, before I realized that I had not filled my good deed quota for the day so I came here, but I could go home. I do have better things to do." she said casually examining the paper.

"No, no Miss Valentine don't leave; just stay right here we have some things to discuss…Jones! Jones! She's here!"

Suddenly several people rushed over to where they were standing, one carried a table and set it down in front of Benzo and Faye, another guy came over with several rolls and various sheaf's of paper, and spread them out over the table.

He started explaining things rapidly and pointing at things that pertained to what he was talking, "Ok Miss Valentine, now the hostages are being held here, they are bound and gagged, and Pizzaro is also near where the hostages are. Now when dealing with hostage situation you have to be delicate, use your head, you can't be impulsive, you must plan. These are the floor plans—" he stopped because Faye had drawn her gun and had it casually pointed at his face. Instantly every man gathered around had their guns out and pointed them at Faye.

Still holding her gun, "Ok, so I'm the one who has to deal with this freak?" Benzo nodded, "Well, since it's me then we're going to do it my way. Got it? My way or the highway. Ok?"

"Well, uh, Miss Valentine, err, how do propose we handle this situation?" he asked shakily, sweat breaking out on his forehead, disbelief written all over the faces of the other officers.  It usually doesn't matter who you are, civilian or police chief, have a gun pressed into your head is unnerving at the least.

"'We' will not handle anything. My partners and I will take over from here."

"Now Miss Valentine—" Benzo started trying to gain back some of his authority. He stopped when Faye's gun moved closer to his head; all of the officers tensed, their weapons still trained on Faye.

Faye turned Benzo around so that he could see Jet staring at the whole scene in disbelief, and Spike watching Ed dance around him with her Tomato still atop her head. "You see that girl over there?"

"What girl?"

"That girl." She pointed with her free hand at Ed.

"That's a girl?"

"Yes." She smiled because she had though that very same thing the first time she had seen Ed, "Her name is Ed—"

"What kind of a name is Ed?" Benzo interrupted, looking truly lost.

"It's her name, now don't interrupt me. You're going to let Ed use all of your equipment if she needs it to hack into the security system—"

"But how could she—" he stopped when Faye raised her eyebrows at him and gave him a meaningful look, "r-right, sorry."

"And those two guys are Jet Black and Spike Spiegel, they are my partners, you are going to offer them any assistance they ask for. You might want to keep your guys away from Ed." She added. Ed was on her hands and knees sniffing things, she presently was sniffing at the heel of an officer's shoe. Benzo looked mildly horrified.

"Jet Black?" he asked, recognition scrawled on his face.

"Yes, Jet Black." She answered. God, dose Jet know everybody? she thought for not the first time.

"Is that it?" he asked.

"Yup." As she headed in Spike and Jet's direction she heard Benzo talking to his men, "Well you heard the lady, her way or the highway-"

"Sir you're really going to just let her—"

"Yes it looks like we don't have any other choice, so, Chop chop!"

"How'd it go?" Spike asked, with the ever-present smirk.

"Just fine." and then turning to look at Ed, "Hey Ed! It's you turn!"

Ed came running up to Faye on all fours, "YAY! EDWARDS TURN!!" she yelled dancing around Faye.

"Now Ed what exactly are you going to do?" Faye asked.

Ed stopped mid-dance in front of Faye, and then collapsed in to a sitting position on the ground. "Well Ed plans to hack into their surveillance system," she said making an evil face and wiggling her fingers in the air as if she were typing. "And use their cameras to see. Then Ed can take control, for Faye-Faye."

"Like lights?" Faye suggested, because she couldn't think of much to control in an office building.  What else was there? Coffee makers and elevators?  If you couldn't make it walk down the street and kick someone's ass then it didn't seem like a lot of control to her.  But this was Ed who knows what she could do.

"Yes. Many things like lights." She said, sitting back on her heels looking up at Faye.

"How will I communicate with you?"

"By, p-a, P-a, P-A, P-PUBLIC ANNOUCMENT SYSTEM!" She said.

"Ok, go get started." Faye ordered, satisfied with Ed's explanations. She stared to turn towards the building, when Ed grabbed her hand.

"Father-person used to tell me," she said putting on a most parent like face, closing her eyes and sticking up her pointer finger, "Francoise you must be careful, and stay out of trouble." She wagged her finger in Faye's face. "The same goes for you Faye-faye." She then wrapped her whole self around Faye's arm, and looked up at her with a huge smile and happy eyes, "Don't worry Faye-Faye, Ed has it covered," she rubbed her cheek on Faye's shoulder. She jumped off Faye's arm and grabbed her Tomato out of Spike's arms and ran towards the white pavilion, Tomato on her head.

After several minutes of busied typing, Ed pulled her goggles on to her forehead and shouted from her chair, "Edward is ready Faye-Faye!!"

She nodded.

Spike had been watching Faye this whole time. He could see from her eyes and posture that she was nervous, and extremely apprehensive. She kept glancing nervously up at the building. I hope she doesn't do anything stupid and get herself and all those people killed. He didn't have a clue why she was doing this, risking her life for a bunch of people that she didn't even know. She hardly ever risked anything for her own shipmates. He knew this time she was on her own.

Meanwhile, Ed and Faye talked under the white pavilion, Benzo and Jet were talking, and Spike off to one side watching.

"Where are the hostages and Pizzaro, Ed?"

"Bizzaro is on the 10th floor," she said as color images from inside the building flashed on and off the Tomato's screen and her goggles glowed. "Here." She pointed. She handed Faye a map of the tenth floor, marked with a bright red smiley face for where Pizzaro and the hostages were.

"Thanks Ed." Faye said taking the paper and ruffling her hair.

"You ready?" Spike asked casually.

"Mmmhmm." Faye answered staring up at the building. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye to see if she could tell what he was thinking. No such luck.  She pulled out a cigarette, but found she had left the lighter at home.

"What's the plan?" he had lit a cigarette and it was now dangling from his lips.  He leaned forward sticking his cigarette out with his lips and Faye lit her cigarette off his.

"Improvise." She said talking a drag and walking purposefully towards the building, her face set.

"What's her plan?" Jet asked with coming up behind Spike, Benzo in toe. Wow, I didn't even have to do anything.

"Improvise." He answered. His eyes never leaving Faye's back as she marched to the entrance of the building.

           NFA: Oi, sorry if this was confusing. And you know what? I just realized that I didn't have any of them smoke, or anything up until this chapter. I knew something was wrong. This is the longest chapter so far. Well I hoped you liked it. Please review.