Hmm, had some funkitated logic in this chapter, but it's edited so no worries!

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Thoughts are in italics

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Secret Agent Man Pt. 1

"No."

"No."

"No."

"No," again Jet dismissed the small fry Ed had pulled up. There was a whole list so he didn't feel compelled to spend a long time looking at each one. Ed scrolled down one.

"Wait," he examined a promising looking bounty, but then saw that he had already been turned in. Why isn't that guy removed from the list? He thought sourly.

"No."

"No. Ed is this all you could find?" She nodded jerkily.

"Sorry, sorry Jet person. This is all that there is."

He sighed, "Ok, keep going," a pause. "No."

Spike was smoking on the couch and he supposed that Faye was getting all pruny in the tub. He hated that pruny feeling, especially when his toes got that way. He didn't understand how she could stand to soak in that tub for hours reading and whatever else she did. And Jet, he had been at that since before Faye went for a bath. He started to think that maybe when he went to sleep that maybe he'd still hear "No, no, no, no. Wait! No." in his head.  Just then Faye came padding softly into the room, robed and turbanized and leaned on the back of the couch.

"They're still at it?" she asked softly.

Spike nodded without opening his eyes, and exhaled. Faye sighed wearily. Suddenly both their ears pricked at the sound of a word that that didn't begin with 'n' or 'w'.

"Oo, hey, click her Ed. Let's get more on her."

Ed giggled and typed her goggles glowing. Information and a mug shot filled half the screen. Imitating a typewriter she said, "Bing!" in time with tapping the last key.

M.J., or her full name Megasa Jeanne. She was a robber and wanted for 101,000. Faye walked around and plopped down on the trunk, legs crossed leaning back to watch Jet and Ed. Spike's eyes flicked to watch her for a second before moving to Jet as he spoke.

"Ok, we need this bounty. I want us all to go after her together," he said.

"All of us? Even Faye? She shouldn't come. Not after how badly she screwed up last time," Spike said and replaced his cigarette, which he had tapped off and waved in Faye's direction for emphasis.

She whipped her had back to him and scowled deeply. "Me?!" she pouted, "I just followed you! I believe you two took care of your own guys. I didn't k-"

"EVERYONE is coming. That way we can avoid any and all surprises," he looked pointedly at Spike and Faye. She crossed her arms over her chest and Spike looked at the ceiling.  She eyed Spike as he laid on the couch arms behind his head smoking. Suddenly she leaned forward and dipped her hand down his jacket.

"What the hell!" he jumped up, Jet rolled his eyes without moving, and Faye's hand still wiggled around inside his coat. Then her hand closed around the pack of cigarettes and she began to pull her hand out. He clasped her right wrist with his left hand just before she could get totally free, but Faye managed to flick the box to her to her other hand and shouted triumphantly.

"Hey!" he lunged for her other hand and ended up falling off the couch and nearly dragging Faye with him by her wrist. She pulled her hand free and took a cigarette from the box. He watched her light up happily and take a drag.

She smiled down at him, "Thanks," and went up, through the porthole and into the kitchen. He sighed and got back on to the couch.  Something thumped hollowly on his chest. He opened his eyes and looked at his pack and at Faye coming down the stairs. He picked it up. Empty. He didn't care what she had done with them. He was too sleepy to care. He'd get her back later.

"Hmm, hitting up the big benefits and fund raisers is how she scams people out of their money. Annnd it looks like the next big one is on Neptune. The LWA Benefit Gala…at Château Nartalla on Neptune. Many veerrry prominent people will be there. She might be there too. It's the only big one happening for a long- "

"Whats LWA stand for?" Faye asked as she sat down on the chair and filed her nails.

Ed shrugged.

"Hmm, Looney Writer's Association? Looney W- "

"You're a loon," Spike said smiling. Jet was going through the information on the Gala that Ed had pulled up. She frowned at Spike and grabbed one of Jet's papers, crumpled it up and threw it at him. Spike picked it up and threw it back but Jet caught it.

"I need that you guys!" he walked off smoothing out his paper to set the course for Neptune, and grumbling about how disrespectful and irresponsible kids were these days.

20 HOURS LATER

"Hey, Ed did you get the specifics on the Gala?" Jet asked crouching behind her.

"Yes! It's 8:30, Neptune Standard Time," she added," at Château Nartalla, on Victoria Way, that's downtown, Jet-person.  Dress is very formal; you can only get in if you've been invited. They're going to have guards and hosts checking the lists. Ex-clusive."

"Looks like we're going to be fashionably late." Faye demurred as she walked in the room. She stood behind Jet as they looked at the floor plans of Château Nartalla.

Ed worked on getting them into the Gala and Spike slept, while Jet tried to find where he left his white suit and Faye figured out what she was going to wear. Meals and sleeping interspersed throughout.

"Ok, we're leaving for the Gala in about five minutes. Or whenever Faye gets finished. You ready?" Jet asked Spike as he knotted his tie.

"Yea," he said. He was all decked out in his own white tuxedo. bow tie, scarf, gloves, and all. They all wore little speaker/cameras somewhere on their person to keep in contact with Ed. There were probably going to be more than a few other bounty hunters there and the place was huge. Spike and Jet's were in their ties, and Faye's was in her flowery hair accessory.  Faye flowed down the stairs in her black dress and overcoat and gauzy shawl.

"You two clean up nicely," she commented slyly. Spike ignored her comment and Jet grunted and turned to Ed.

"Ed is everything ready?"

She smiled broadly at them, "Yep!"

"Alright, then."

They walked down Victoria Way, Jet in the lead.  Snow swirled down from the thick night blue clouds, on light winds. Spike had seen some people slip on ice patches and he thought that it'd only be a matter of time before Faye slipped in her four inch stiletto heels. They could see Château Nartalla even from here. It was hard to miss. One hundred and ten floors of pink Martian marble rising into the night sky.  It reminded Faye a lot of Callisto. The snow, the fog, and buildings.

They decided to go in separately. Jet went first.  He made his way up to the front man, gave his name and waited as the man scrolled down through the list of people who had been invited. He was motioned to proceed inside.  Ed had hacked into the system and added their names to the roster.

"You go." Spike nudged her.

She nodded and took a step and slipped right backwards.  Spike caught her beneath her arms, laughing out loud. She scowled up at him and stood up brushing off snowflakes like dust. "Hey, a shrew as clumsy as you was bound to fall. Good thing I was ready or you would have been all over the ground," he pointed out smiling. When she just stood frowning hard at him, he shook his head and linked her arm with his and dragged her up to the front man. He gave their aliases, "David Rivers and Janet Shepard."

He took a moment to look through the list and said finally, "You may go inside. Please enjoy the Gala." He said monotonously.

They walked through the doorway. "Janet Shepard?  Who came up with that, Jet?"

"Me," Spike said scanning the crowd for Jet. "You make up the names last time."

She blushed faintly, "I look like a Janet?" DO I look like a Janet? She contemplated trying to see herself as a Janet.

Spike was about to answer when Jet's voice can over the tiny comms, "Hey, did you two come in together?"

"Yea," Spike responded.

There were couples dancing, people eating, talking, admiring the décor and the display that told all about the LWA; so people would know what they were giving money to.  The display was near a wide curving staircase that led up to an overhanging balcony with small table with white tablecloths and soft velvet chairs and sofas. Also there was curtained off back room. The main floor was pink, glassy marble that you could see your reflection in, and tables with white tablecloths like the ones on the balcony. There was a wide open space just to the left of the middle of the room that couples were dancing in, and the musicians had a low stage to play on. There were two long buffets of food on either side of the room filled with everything from hotdogs wrapped in bacon and egg fried rice to chocolate mousse cake. Two chefs were placing a large platter of chicken cooked several different ways, and sirloin steak. There was also a pyramid of champagne glasses. Large potted plants were against the far wall in between the three wide, floor to ceiling windows and around the large pink pillar that supported the balcony.

Upon seeing the buffets both of their mouths watered. "Uh, hey, Jet? Can we look for the bounty after we get some chow?" Faye asked Jet quietly.

"Look as you eat." He responded shortly. They took that as their cue and got in line and began to fill their plates, well Faye did. Most of Spike's food didn't make it to his plate. Faye noticed and elbowed him hard in the back and he nearly choked.

"Spike you're supposed to fill your plate, sit down and then, you can eat."  He rolled his eyes and doubled back for some things he had eaten and wanted more of. Five minutes later they sat down in the shadow of the balcony near the pillar and a large ferny plant, with two full plates each.  They dug in immediately and Faye looked around for their bounty as she munched. Her eyes wandered around the room and were suddenly drawn to a handsome man with curly blonde, slicked back hair, which was standing by the champagne glass pyramid chatting with a woman in a long black dress. He moved his glass in the air and they toasted. As the woman walked away he turned back to the buffet.  She inhaled softly. It can't be him. No way. Samurai don't come to charity balls…

Spike pointed at something on her plate with his golden fork, "Hey are you gonna eat that?"

NFA: Alright! You can probably guess who that man is. You know what? Writing about all that food made me really hungry. Hope you enjoyed it! Please review!