~*~*On the Bebop~*~*
Faye walked into the Bebop and sat down on the ratty yellow couch. She suddenly realized that she still had Blaze's photo in her hand. She sighed and lit a cigarette, unaware that he was in hot pursuit of her. She held up the snapshot and studied it. As she was doing so, Ed ran in, acting as wild as ever. She jumped onto the couch and landed on Faye's head.
"ED!! What the hell's the matter with you?!" She yelled as she tried to get the teen hacker off of her. Ed leapt off and ambled over to Tomato.
"According to Jet-Person and Spike-Person, no little thing is wrong with Edward." She chirped happily.
"Figures." Faye mutters as she walks over Edward.
"Hey, Ed, can you find me some information on a Blaze Miscotta and a Leyana Miscotta?" She handed her the picture, "This is what they look like."
"Yea, Ed can find them." She said as she snapped on her goggles and got to work.
"Searching searching, finding, finding." Ed muttered as she worked. This left Faye pretty much alone in the social headquarters of the Bebop. Ein drifted in and out as Faye smoked her Cigarette. A sudden shriek from Ed made Faye jump up and rush over to her.
"What'd you find?" She asked earnestly, looking at the screen in front of her.
"Blaze Miscotta: 29 years old. Bounty Hunter/assassin. Wanted for 2.5 million Woolongs."
"And Leyana?"
"Blaze's wife, not much info on her, except she died about two years ago."
"So that's why he was so protective about the picture." Faye murmured to herself. She gasped suddenly and snatched the picture away from Ed.
"If I'm right, Blaze is going to come after this picture." She said, almost panicking, "I'm dead."
"Who's dead?" Spike asked as he walked into the living room of the ship. Faye showed Spike the picture and sat down, to scared to do anything else.
"The guy in the picture gonna kill me." She said faintly.
"Well, I would too if I were Blaze." Spike replied, amused at Faye's predicament.
"Wait, how do you know Blaze?" Faye asked suspiciously. Spike looked away and frowned.
"He's just an old friend, nothing more." He said in a tight lipped manner.
"Weell Spike-Person. Ole friend Blaze has a bounty of 2 point 5 million Woolongs." Ed said in a matter of fact tone. Spike grunted, stood up, and left the two girls alone. He proceeded to his room. Once inside, he locked the door so nobody would barge in on him. He switched on the little computer that was in his room and searched for the Flaming Glory. He found the old public transport space craft and hailed it.
"Blaze, ya there?" Spike asked. He waited for a while until a face showed up on the screen. At first Spike couldn't tell who it was, his long black hair fell limply over his face.
"Spike, that you?" Asked the gruff voice that Spike knew belonged to Blaze.
"Yea, it's me." Spike said, relaxing, "I guess she left you, huh?"
"No, Leyana did not leave me." Blaze said, snarling, "She was killed." Spike looked at Blaze, trying to find his eyes from behind the curtain of black so he could tell of he was lying. Blaze leaned back, letting the hair fall away, exposing the scar that ran its way along his face.
"Shit Blaze," Spike said quietly, "What the hell happened?"
"A small price that I paid after we got married."
"You two got hitched?"
"Yea. We were married for about a year before Vicious, the best man I might add, killed her and Abby, our daughter." Blaze said sourly. Spike just stayed silent as they both sat there. Eventually Spike had to break the uncomfortable silence.
"Are you going to Kill Faye for stealing your picture?"
"Maybe, why should you care?"
"I don't, not really, I just wanted to know."
"No, I'm not going to kill her, but I'm planning on teaching her a little lesson."
Faye walked into the Bebop and sat down on the ratty yellow couch. She suddenly realized that she still had Blaze's photo in her hand. She sighed and lit a cigarette, unaware that he was in hot pursuit of her. She held up the snapshot and studied it. As she was doing so, Ed ran in, acting as wild as ever. She jumped onto the couch and landed on Faye's head.
"ED!! What the hell's the matter with you?!" She yelled as she tried to get the teen hacker off of her. Ed leapt off and ambled over to Tomato.
"According to Jet-Person and Spike-Person, no little thing is wrong with Edward." She chirped happily.
"Figures." Faye mutters as she walks over Edward.
"Hey, Ed, can you find me some information on a Blaze Miscotta and a Leyana Miscotta?" She handed her the picture, "This is what they look like."
"Yea, Ed can find them." She said as she snapped on her goggles and got to work.
"Searching searching, finding, finding." Ed muttered as she worked. This left Faye pretty much alone in the social headquarters of the Bebop. Ein drifted in and out as Faye smoked her Cigarette. A sudden shriek from Ed made Faye jump up and rush over to her.
"What'd you find?" She asked earnestly, looking at the screen in front of her.
"Blaze Miscotta: 29 years old. Bounty Hunter/assassin. Wanted for 2.5 million Woolongs."
"And Leyana?"
"Blaze's wife, not much info on her, except she died about two years ago."
"So that's why he was so protective about the picture." Faye murmured to herself. She gasped suddenly and snatched the picture away from Ed.
"If I'm right, Blaze is going to come after this picture." She said, almost panicking, "I'm dead."
"Who's dead?" Spike asked as he walked into the living room of the ship. Faye showed Spike the picture and sat down, to scared to do anything else.
"The guy in the picture gonna kill me." She said faintly.
"Well, I would too if I were Blaze." Spike replied, amused at Faye's predicament.
"Wait, how do you know Blaze?" Faye asked suspiciously. Spike looked away and frowned.
"He's just an old friend, nothing more." He said in a tight lipped manner.
"Weell Spike-Person. Ole friend Blaze has a bounty of 2 point 5 million Woolongs." Ed said in a matter of fact tone. Spike grunted, stood up, and left the two girls alone. He proceeded to his room. Once inside, he locked the door so nobody would barge in on him. He switched on the little computer that was in his room and searched for the Flaming Glory. He found the old public transport space craft and hailed it.
"Blaze, ya there?" Spike asked. He waited for a while until a face showed up on the screen. At first Spike couldn't tell who it was, his long black hair fell limply over his face.
"Spike, that you?" Asked the gruff voice that Spike knew belonged to Blaze.
"Yea, it's me." Spike said, relaxing, "I guess she left you, huh?"
"No, Leyana did not leave me." Blaze said, snarling, "She was killed." Spike looked at Blaze, trying to find his eyes from behind the curtain of black so he could tell of he was lying. Blaze leaned back, letting the hair fall away, exposing the scar that ran its way along his face.
"Shit Blaze," Spike said quietly, "What the hell happened?"
"A small price that I paid after we got married."
"You two got hitched?"
"Yea. We were married for about a year before Vicious, the best man I might add, killed her and Abby, our daughter." Blaze said sourly. Spike just stayed silent as they both sat there. Eventually Spike had to break the uncomfortable silence.
"Are you going to Kill Faye for stealing your picture?"
"Maybe, why should you care?"
"I don't, not really, I just wanted to know."
"No, I'm not going to kill her, but I'm planning on teaching her a little lesson."