Ok, I'm an absolute dung beetle scumbag for not updating. I have no excuses.
RySenkari, Yea that was slow but this one won't be. I think. ^_^ I'm glad that you liked all of Ed's antics. Shari Hirtle, There is and there will be! Almost there, aiming at five to six more chapters. Thank you! NessacusGirl, *hugs* Oh, Kyra! Please don't do that, for your safety and mine. Ooo, Becky the rebel! Lol. Sexy Vixen, thanks for the warning about chapter 5. I went to check a bunch of different times, and I think that sometimes it's there and then sometimes it isn't. I guess that it's temperamental. Cowgirl13, Obi is a great name! Aww thank you!:) Sushigirl07, Yay! Lol, at leased you got to be 130 this time. Hehe. Roarmuncle, Kekekeke*evilly*. Christmas dress. Lol! Dori Scully, you printed them all out? *blink blink* Oh, wait thats only five, hehe. I hope they don't put you to sleep too fast. :) Thanks, I was so glad to hear from you again. Bitchy Brunette, thank you. I don't like chapter two anymore either…and the title.. well thank you. Thank you Alex 'Wa' for reading my story and making helpful corrections.^__^
P.s. If anyone has any other constructive criticism tell me please.
Oh yea and the prize for the guess thingy goes to…
*drum roll*
RySenkari! Because he's the only one who guessed. Ehehe…it was kinda lame anyways. And your prize is…this chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop.
Thoughts are in Italics
Sylvia's Jamaican Jammers Pt. 3
Faye, after waiting to get in and taking the lift, stepped out into the bright of Sylvia's Depot. She blinked a few times and, annoyed at how huge the place was, set off towards the left with the city in mind. I mean how many bad guys would go and hide out in the countryside, right? She almost got run over a few times jay walking and cursed at the speeding drivers. She wove through the crowds trying to find any sign of Spike or Jet. They are both tall and Jet has a fake arm. They should stick out like sore thumbs. Suddenly she smelled something good and wandered into what looked like an open air market. She reached into her pocket for her cash card and…took off with renewed energy. She needed to find Spike and beat him to a pulp. He took her card! He must have done it when he was whispering to her. She blushed at the thought and hurried on down the street.
Jet ambled out of the station and down to the corner where he waited for Spike leaning against a red brick building. A few moments later Spike joined him coming from the opposite direction. He leaned on the wall next to Jet and lit up a cigarette.
"So what's the deal with these guys, Jet? You never said," he said around his cigarette.
"They're drug dealers."
"Bloody Eye?"
"No, a rarer more expensive drug. It's sold only to select clients. Crystal Meth. I think Crawford said that the Meth is short for methanol or something."
"Never heard of it."
"You wouldn't have. It's been out of production, that the ISSP knew about, for at least a half a century. There had been major problems with that stuff for a long time and then some newer drugs showed up and it dropped off the scene. These guys are producing and selling it, but it's been illegal for years."
Spike took a drag on his cigarette and then smashed it under his heel, "I scoped the place out earlier and found a back entrance into the building and a stairwell leading down to the basement levels."
They set off towards Building 1900, just as Faye paused to lean on the street sign at the intersection of High and Central. She had walked around about one whole side of downtown and her feet were beginning to hurt. The sun was setting off to her left and the purple shadows were long, contrasting sharply with the bright glints of sunlight off buildings and vehicles.
Here Central came to a dead end and High kept going, but turned into Malabar Boulevard. Why not. I haven't been down there yet. Faye though tiredly. For a moment she thought about just going back to her ship and going home, but the thought of Spike and Jet leaving her behind and Spike taking her card spurred her on. She pressed the button and waited for the light this time, tired of nearly being hit every time she didn't wait for the signal. The lights changed and she saw the signal. Walking across the street and down Malabar she looked at the buildings. She looked in between buildings and on the other side of the street in hopes of see Spike and or Jet.
As she walked passed the alley between one building and another building she stopped, backed up a few steps walking into someone. She blinked and then trotted off down the alley smiling to herself. She thought that she had seen a bit of Jets metal arm sticking out from behind the corner of the building and sure enough it moved and disappeared from sight. It was them alright.
She crept down to the corner and peeked around in time to see them disappear through a door. She waited a few seconds then tried the door. Locked. She pulled a hair pin out of her boot, picked it and let herself in. She looked around in the wide open darkness. There was only one door that led down a stairwell. She went through and went silently down the steps. She could just barely make out the clonking from Jet's boots that she knew he was trying hard to conceal. She leaned over the railing and saw Spike's puffy head and Jets shiny bald pate. She headed down after them.
Faintly someone could be head yelling. She couldn't make out what was being said unless they got closer. Spike and Jet stopped at the corner just before the dank cement hall opened up into a long narrow room.
"Hey, where's all the money gone?"
"We had to order all kinds of new equipment and it's all gone. Rememba? Last time you two dingbats got high you went on a rampage and broke everythin'! Caused such a commotion I was sure that we'd be found out!"
"Oh, yea."
"Hey Bob I need the water. Would ya go turn it on?"
"Sure. Why not! I already take care of everythin' else around here!"
Bob walked around the corner and came nose to nose with Spike's gun.
"Get down." He pulled the trigger. Bob, dreadlocks flying, fell backwards and came up yelling. "Bounty hunters!!" he came at Spike with a punch Spike angled away from him and Bob went sailing by. Faye backed up against the other side of the hallway to watch
Meanwhile Jim ran at Jet screaming. He managed to knock the gun from Jets hand, but Jet was a lot bigger than the thin man. Jet grappled with him until he had backed Jim up against the table with the all of the equipment, knocking it over and shattering a large, heavy glass beaker. Spike and Bob traded blows and bullets. Jim managed to get Jet back and pulled a gun off of the desk that Eddie was cowering in fear behind. He aimed the gun but Jet lunged forward and he stumbled backwards in surprise over something and landed on the remains of the beaker. The shot went wild and hit the wall. Dust and chunks of cement went flying, clouding the air. That was when Bob saw Faye and grabbed her pressing the gun to her head.
"Faye!" Spike yelled in surprise and anxiety. Her eyes widened and in reaction she bent over quickly trying to throw him off her. It worked, barely. Spike jumped on him, flipping him over and handcuffing him. Jet heard Eddie whimpering behind the desk and using his mechanical arm ripped the desk from the wall. Eddie up blinked at him.
"Please don't hurt me! They forced me to do it! I didn't want to!"
"Yea, yea." Jet said as he handcuffed him.
"Ya gotta believe me!"
"Where's the third one?" Spike asked coming around the corner as he lit a cigarette. He had left Faye to guard Bob. Jet motioned gravely to at where Jim lay impaled on the remains of the beaker. He squatted down and checked for a pulse on the mans wrist. Faye came up behind him and he heard her gasp softly and turn away. A few minutes later sounds of officers making their way down the stairs reached them. Jet collected the payment for the two bounties.
Faye went to her ship and landed it next to Spike and Jet's. She expected to get paid as well. She did help. She leaned against the side of Spike's ship and pulled out a cigarette. A flame appeared under her nose attached to Spike's arm. He leaned on his ship next to her and pulled out another cigarette. From out of nowhere in his other hand appeared her card. She snatched it and put it in her pocket.
Spike patted his stomach and said, "Thanks for dinner honey buns." He smirked back at her for a second as he walked around the other side of his ship.
Her eyebrow twitched, "Lunkhead…"
NFA: Ok I wasn't doing nothing this whole time. I have edited and added to chapters one, three, four, five and am working on six. One, three, four, five have been updated so feel free to go and see those if you want.
