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Chapter eight: Reborn confidence
"Damn you Spike answer me!" Jet banged his fist against the controls and cursed as he tried to contact Spike
After three attempts Jet realized his efforts were futile and he began focusing on tailing Spike as fast as he could.
"Shit this isn't good at all Spike will either get himself killed, or get Faye killed, or them both. I have to go faster." Jet gritted his teeth as he pushed the Hammerhead through empty space to the city of Soderta.
::What can I possibly do? I can't make Spike choose Faye; his whole life has been, trying to find Julia, and Faye. Well Faye and him haven't even known each other for long. Damn you Vicious, I'll kill you, if Spike hasn't done so before I arrive. This is all my fault, if I had just not left Faye alone today this could have all been avoided. Faye could actually live past today::
"NO! I can't think like that, this thing isn't over yet. If we kill Vicious before Spike has to choose then both Julia and Faye can live." Jet prayed
::On the other hand, Julia. Spike has been stuck living, no dreaming, in the past because of this girl. If he chose her then his life would be fulfilled. He has his girl of his past dreams and now he can live his life. Or would he, is that the life that Spike would enjoy the most? Him and Julia, would it flourish like a lily on a pond or die like roses in winter's first frost?::
Jet revved the Hammerheads engine to the breaking point as he rocketed to the dock where Faye and Julia were being held captive. His mouth gaped as he saw the myriad of fallen robot ships and the number of guards slaughtered by Spikes smoking gun. He landed next to the Swordfish II and leaped into the warehouse where he was immediately confronted with a cavalry of replacement guards from behind. He whipped around silently and opened fire with his gun at the oncoming onslaught of guards.
"Here comes the cavalry just in time for a beatin." Jet grinned and shot some of the guards
He managed to fend them just long enough so he could retreat inside a room. He stared upon the bodies that littered the hall.
"They must have been killed by Spike too, man he is either incredibly lucky or just damn determined." Jet ducked as bullets riddled the wall next to him
"Dammit they must mean business, He returned fire with superb accuracy, and hit and killed some of the guards."
He ran down the hallway shooting over his shoulder as he pressed his back against he corner of the wall. Jet was stern and like a rock, the rock that kept Bebop on its own two feet. Jet though had not ever been so worried, nor as shaken in his life though. Although it was hard to see, the look of fear and worry blanketed him like a dark cloud.
::ok Jet its just you know you have to find them their fate rests in your hands, If I fail I fail them and I wont allow myself to let that happen, I will free them or die trying.::
There were two hallways that jutted off of the one he was in, he had to choose the right one or he would fail to protect them.
:: I just have to choose the right hallway; I'm not going to lose them to Vicious evil mind games.::
Just then the guards rushed in like a flood and neared him. Jet then glanced upon an old fire extinguisher; he threw it at the army and shot it. The explosion rocked the walls of the old building and sent the army back. He concentrated and saw a trail of dripped blood going down one hallway. He sprinted down the hallway and yelled
"Hang on Faye I'm commin!"
His face had a reborn confidence as he bounded in search of Faye and Spike. He was aware that Spike and Vicious were more than arch rivals they were betrayed friends. Love has slowly corrupted their trust into hate when Julia came into their lives. Vicious and Spike were victims of loves most shallow, vile form, Jealous hatred. They both turned against each other for love and affection from Her. When she had chose Spike, Vicious set his destiny around killing Spike for winning Julia's sought after heart.
Jet looked around the beaten down warehouse. The building itself, looked as if the walls were being held up by the bullets riveted into it . He dove into a room whose door had been blasted off its rusted hinges and glass and splintered wood was blown through out the floor.
Jet pulled out his gun and checked for ammo. Damn, he was out, he remembered though that he had Faye's glock. He checked that, he had two bullets in it.
"Damn looks like I have two chances of killing Vicious I better not waste these." Jet said to himself
Onward freedom Soldier...
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Yes all of you Jet fans, he has a role in this fic too, well at least I tried to make him have a large apart of a role as possible.^^
