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                I'm sorry this chapter took so much longer than usual.  I had two big papers due on Burkina Faso and Guinea Bisseau….World Honors Geography is EVIL! P.s. I don't know how Faye's ship works exactly so please don't kill me.

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Thoughts are in Italics.

Flashbacks are indicated by a line____ _

(Stuff in parenthases are when a character answers his/herself)

Sylvia's Jamaican Jammers Pt. 2

                Her foot shifted on the gear and she leaned forward, pushing deeper into the accelerator.  Her teeth clenched in frustration and anger.  She could not believe that they had left her sleeping while they went off after a bounty.  Men are such inconsiderate buttheads…

Half way to Europa she realized that she didn't know where exactly Spike and Jet had gone.

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"Faye?"

"Yes, honey buns?"

"Jet and I are going out."

"Going out where?"

"To get a bounty off Europa."

"OK, have fun with that."

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                He said off Europa so maybe they aren't necessarily on Europa…they could be just in the general vicinity…so I'll get Ed to pull up all the bounties around Europa.

She pulled out her communicator and pressed the first button and listened as the Bebop was dialed. She listened as it rung a few times. She prayed that Ed would pick up.

ON THE BEBOP

                While hanging from a pipe running across the ceiling over the yellow couch, Ed had been stuck by and idea. That everyone, even standing still, was in actuality moving very fast.  The Bebop it self was currently orbiting Ganymede which was orbiting Jupiter which was orbiting the sun and their solar system was hurtling through the universe, probably orbiting something even bigger.  She had hung upside-down from the pipe stunned in to silence by he own thoughts until she got too dizzy and fell to the floor with a thump. Then she decided that it was her job to make sure that Ein was aware that they weren't still, they were all hurtling through the vastness of space at incomprehensible speeds.

                She held Ein out in front of her as she twirled and sang nonsensical words about a 'fantasmulous cosmic dance'.  She set Ein who was dizzy and quite annoyed, down and began to pleae and leap around the room.   Suddenly the phone rang.  He trotted over to the trunk-functioning-as-a-table, hopped up and pawed the 'answer' button.  Faye's face appeared and she was about to yell something when she realized that it wasn't a humanoid answering the phone, but Ein. Her mouth hung open slightly and she started to brokenly tell him that she wanted Ed. Before the statement could come fully out of her mouth he flashed her an annoyed look.  It almost seemed to say 'I get it you can shut up now', but in a patient and weary way.

                "Umm, yea that's right get Ed!" she said loudly to the dogs retreating tail.  You just don't talk to dogs…she thought.  Especially that one.

                Ein found Ed doing wizards off the pipes and various things crisscrossing the ceiling of the rotating tunnel.  He looked up at her hanging upside-down and barked a couple of times.  She abruptly stopped swinging and singing about little purple chickens and blinked down at him, "What's that you say Ein?" she flipped down and pressed her nose against his cold, wet one said, "You say that Faye-faye is a calling?" she laughed and flew to the phone leaving Ein behind in the tunnel.  His ears drooped and he hung his head slightly and trotted after her.

                Ed flew out to the phone and said, "You raaang?"

                "Huh?" she shook her head and said, "Ed stop messing round.  I need you to look up all the bounty heads on Europa for me."

                "Why?"

                Hey eyebrow twitched, "So that I can find Spike and Jet."

                Ed sat back and tapped her chin, "Edward does not think that Spike-person and Jet-Jet want to be found Faye-faye."

                Breath, count to ten.  "Yes. They do, Ed.  It's a game; of hide and go seek."

                "Oooo and Faye-faye is seeking Spike and Jet-persons?  But if Faye-Faye is seeking Spike-Spike and Jet-person then why does Faye-Faye want Edward to find bounties? Why not have Ed find Spike-person and Jet-Jet?"

                Mentally she slapped herself.  Ed could find anyone anywhere.  She didn't need to race in pointless circles, Ed could find them and then all she would have to do is catch up.  Sometimes Ed made too much sense.  She shook her head.  "OK, then Ed find Spike and Jet and then feed it to the Redtail."

                "What's the magic word??"

                Faye raised a brow, "Where did you hear about that word?"

                "Spike. What's the magic word??" she answered seamlessly, unblinking.  Faye sighed. Spike could be out hunting a bounty and indirectly be a pain in her ass without ever even knowing it.

                "What are you the manners police?"

                Ed's eyes widened and she said, "Yes Edward is the Manners Police!" she made siren sounds and then made a walkie-talkie sound, "Chrrrrt! Magic word! Chrrrrt!"

                "Please?"

                "Alllriight!" she swan dived off the trunk on which she had been perched and masked with her goggles began looking. Faye heard the rapid clickity clack sounds from the keyboard and the occasional body part flashed on to the screen.  A minute later Spike and Jets locations popped up on her screen.

                "Thanks Ed."

As she was reaching for the 'answer' button Ed's face moved on screen and said, Welcome Faye-faye! Happy hunting!" she hit the button and it was immediately silent in her small ship.  She patted her gun in her pocket, and picked up speed to try and make up for lost time.

"Jim Bob..." Spike muttered to himself snickering.

"What was that?" came Jet over the audio line.

"Nothing." Their bounties names were Jim, Bob, and Ed. How classic. Jim Bob.  For some reason the name inspired a picture of a pale man with a slow accent and a piece of hay sticking out of the corner of his mouth.  He smirked.  105000 woolongs was going to be a comfortable lump in his pocket.  It would have been less if they had had to split it three ways.  Faye was probably awake and wicked pissed off by now.   But once you started splitting things more that two ways it just wasn't that satisfying anymore.  Besides, she ate his sandwich.  They flew on in silence for a few more minutes. 

"Spike we should be there in about ten minutes."  For the first time his eyes really focused on the floating, spiky blob of light.

Sylvia's Depot was shaped like a sleek six-pointed star.  The six points extended out from a central place and tapered off to points.  It was thick in the middle and thin on the points.  Like the spokes of a wheel.  Huge light panels were positioned in between every spoke further in towards the central hub.  Sylvia's was obviously one of the better 'free ground' colonies.  At the end of each spoke was a mouth in and out of which ships flew.  Three long lines of light markers highlighted the path to the entrance.

"Spike head for, ah, Spoke 3."

He just noticed the huge numbers painted on each spoke.  It looked like five and six were specifically cargo and you know trucker drop off points.  An image of V.T. and her cat Zero (that's its name right??)  flashed through his mind as she watched the long snaking vehicles waiting in line and filing out.  Spike followed Jet in line and they were waved in to a large garage that as soon as it was full, closed off.  The waited for the traffic controllers signal that it was safe to exit their ships.  Once out they followed blinking green arrows to an enclosed lift that would bring them up to the central level of the Hub. 

When the doors opened their eyes were briefly assaulted by the bright artificial sunlight.  They stepped out into what could have been almost any city anywhere, except they knew that it was floating in space not attached to a planet.  It was a bedlam of noise and people and cars and small ships.  The colony didn't allow any ships hat were capable of space travel with in the Hub.  Something about it being unnecessary, and less busy if they kept all space capable ships out of the Hub.  The colony was certainly large enough to warrant to usage of other ships, though. He squinted and could barely make out the other side of the Hub and the 'ceiling was very, very faraway.  No doubt this was one of if not the best free grounder.  Quite far off in the distance there were tall buildings and a few skyscrapers.  It tapered of to what looked like urban residential areas and suburbs and more open areas and parks.

"Hey, Jet anything specific about where in here?" he asked looking over at Jet who was admiring a large lake far off to the right.

He pulled a rumpled piece of paper out of his pocket, "Yea, the local division of ISSP forces have determined that they have a place on Malabar Boulevard in the basement of building nineteen hundred.  Apparently they have connections within that establishment that allows them to hold up down there."

"If they know exactly where they are then why didn't they send someone to go get Jim Bob and Co.?" Spike asked putting his hands in his pockets.  Jim, Bob, and Ed weren't very daunting names.  And truthfully they looked like wimps to him.  Then again he looked like a wimp to some, but he could quickly show anyone that he wasn't to be trifled with; was dangerous.  

"They did the local division sent in a squad to arrest them, but they never came back.  Its been verified that the whole team was killed." Jet looked pained for a second, but his eyes turned cold.  "If a special squad couldn't handle them then we have to assume that these guys are pretty dangerous."

Well this is a nice development, Spike thought, I haven't had a good challenge in a long time.  "So should we kick ass now or later?" he asked Jet.

"Later, I have to go have a chat with the head of Sylvia's division and I want to get a better feel for this place." Spike nodded and they began walking down the sidewalk towards the 'city' area until they came to a fork.  "The stations down this way.  Meet me back here in three hours." And with out another word or backwards glance Jet headed down the street. 

The breeze blew softly laced with an appetizing scent.  Spike's eyes found the source of the lovely smell and followed his nose down the other street labeled Fox Run Street.  His stomach rumbled reminding him yet again of how hungry he was.  The street was lined with shops and restaurants and vendors of various items and foods calling out to people to come and take a closer look.  He saw a cheap Chinese place with red neon lights and got some noodles and egg rolls. 

His stomach grumbled happily as he finished his food.  He pulled out Faye's cash card and paid.  He walked out of the establishment and smirked to himself as he held up Faye's card to the last rays of the artificial sunset.  During dinner he had pondered why all the light was artificial when he remembered something that Jet had told him.   Sylvia's Depot was in geosynchronized orbit over Europa so that it would always be in the same place.  And that place was behind in Europa's shadow so no sunlight really ever.  Yep, Faye is gonna be oh so royally pissed. He thought amusedly.  We left her behind and I stole her money.  He spent his remaining two hours wandering around the city, memorizing details incase the hunt turned into a chase. He even took the time to wander down Malabar Boulevard and get a peek at building nineteen hundred.  He had wondered how he would be able to tell which building was building nineteen hundred, but it said so in bold brass lettering on the front of a gray-blue glass building about 30 stories, Building 1900.  He shrugged his shoulders and wandered around back.  There were several locked doors labeled EMPLOYEES ONLY, which could be taken care of easily.  A truck as backed up to the building and guys were unloading boxes and canisters and wheeling them away to somewhere in the bowels of the building.  Jet said that their main base of operations was in the third basement level… he thought as he slipped by when all of the guys were on the truck loading something and looked around for a stairwell or an elevator…

There in the left hand corner was a stairwell. He looked briefly around the space memorizing everything and slipped silently back out and down to where he should be meeting Jet soon.

NFA: well pt 2 down hopefully 1 more to go.  Ok. Sylvia's Depot's design was inspired by Gaea (I think) by John Varley. And Ed's revolution was sorta borrowed from High Wizardry by Diane Duane.  Umm you know that thing I wrote pleae? It's a ballet thing you know were you bend your knees…just incase that was spelled so badly that you couldn't tell.  The computer doesn't know I don't know and no one else knows…. (DUANE ON THE BRAIN!! GABBY! I finished it its done! Are you finished with the 4th one yet?? Hehe QUEEP!)  All of those are great books and authors…you might have trouble finding the Varley stuff though…then again maybe not…hmm until later! Please review!