Deja stole a glance at Vicious who pointed at the rather large column located just a few feet away from her. Deja stared over to the column " Alright Faye ... we done worse ... right". Screams continued to exit the lips of those going to meet their maker as the gun fire went one. " one Faye ... two Faye ... Three" Deja ducked, shot, dived, rolled, and tripped to her destination then continue to fire on their enemies.

Their enemies had been the fixed soldiers of the Red Dragon. Meaning they where not to keen on a bunch of Refugees, Vicious, Myself, and some other followers taking over the Syndicate. That was their mistake.

The silence awakened Deja from her mild day dream. " Vicious ?" Deja whispered as she stepped out from behind the column to be greeted by a flash of light and what sounded like a gun shot. There was a sharp pain in her cheek but she didn't have time to think about that as Vicious Kitana whizzed passed her and his something with a sickening sound followed by a few more shots and a thud. Vicious form came out from the darkness with a grim look on his face he continued out the door, Deja followed.

They entered Vicious black Limo in silence, and drove off ... in silence. Deja watched until Dayz Monastery was out of view. Then it hit her, " we're alone" Deja muttered, they had came here in 6 limos transporting forty or so people, they where gone. " How can that be" Deja voiced her thoughts, out of forty or so people only her and Vicious left. " but... that can't be right ... can it?" Silence answered the a rather large explosion from where the Monastery once stood.

***

On board the Bebop

3'29 p.m.

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Spike awakened to the phones continuous ringing, tiredly he stole a glance at his crew members.

Jet was in the next room tending to that plant.

Faye was painting her toes and trying to shoo away Ed who was trying to, or appeared to be trying to put micro braids in Faye's hair.

" Hey ... that phone is ringing" Spike muttered as he stood up and passed Faye, Ed, turned the corner passed Jet then answered the phone,

" who..." Spike began but was interrupted

"Hey Spike where's Jet we got a new Bounty for ya"

" Do I know you" Spike began once again to be cut off

" Jet please" the caller asked

" Hold on" Spike muttered as he was about to call Jet

"Jet Black now please"

Spike stared at the phone "Look I said"

" Jet please" the caller interrupted yet again

" sheesh" Spike laid the phone down then returned to his couch.

Ed jumped on the couch where Spike was laying " So who was it, Ed wants ta know, who calls Ed" Ed sang as she jumped from couch to t.v. to couch to floor to table singing " Who calls Ed"

Spike reawakened now " It was not for you" Spike muttered

"Was it for me ... I don't have no money so yeah I'm not here" Faye commented not looking up from her nails.

"It wasn't for you actually, Hey Jet It's the ISSP I think it's for you" Spike muttered then went to the kitchen for something to eat just to get heart broken.

A few minutes later Jet joined Spike in the kitchen. " So ..." Spike muttered staring into the refrigerator with the hopes that something would appear ... it didn't. " On Mars their is an Catholic Church Dayz or something like that well their was an Church now its gone." Jet began staring at the picture that was faxed to him.

" and..." Spike committed opening and closing the refrigerator now.

" and ... they believe it had something to do with that Syndicate, they believe this girl" Jet continued holding the picture in front of Spike who finally shut the refrigerator and sighed took the picture.

" Who is she" Spike asked

" Faye" Jet answered

" Yeah" Faye's voice rang from the other room

" Her name is Deja Le Faye ... supposedly she is with some former Syndicate they believe she was the cause of the explosion.

"hmmm" Spike stared at the picture of Deja, the picture was taken from the side of a golden brown complexioned girl with big brown eyes and long wavy dark hair she wore a all black cat like suit beside her their was a man with white hair and a bird on his shoulder. " vicious..."

***

Disclosed Location on Mars 4'17 p.m.

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Deja flicked through the channels of the old television. " Hey that bounty hunter thing is on" Deja called to Vicious receiving the reply that she knew to well ... none.

T.V. : and have we got a Bounty for you this one is worth

200 million woolongs

" Two hundred mil this guy must of been something awful ..." Deja muttered feeling sorry for the soul. " Hey V 200 Mil up for grabs"

" I don't work for the feds ... turn that off" Vicious growled as he took a seat on the couch/

Deja turned back to the t.v.

T.V.: here's a picture for you folks

"Turn it off" Vicious growled

Deja faced Vicious " alright ... just wanted to see the guy who happened to be so lucky"

Deja turned back to the television to see a picture of herself.