A few quiet months had passed since Jeremy had his ass handed to him by Justice. The wounds healed up nicely, and he managed to find some thread to piece his clothing together. Of course, it wasn't his only clothing, but green was his color, and nobody should have any clothes just left in tattered pieces. So, far Jeremy's vacation was in full blast. There he was, in that small room of his, the fireplace crackling nicely, the radio regularly spewing P.W.A.B movement reports, and the man himself, nestled all nice and happy in that big velvet thing he called a chair, knitting a scarf like an old lady.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, he's was acting like a pussy, knitting. But fuck, where he was, one couldn't find to many things to do. Besides, it was one of the things Jeremy actually liked that didn't need fighting, drinking, or brooding.

"Subject J, Subject M, S.subject D leaving 4335,7902,2310. Currently heading east…"

Jeremy stopped his little project momentarily to stick another pin into the map placed on the wall beside him. He maybe on holiday, but he still had to keep tracks of those 'pirates' (Are they really pirates? Stories about them put those guys in a 'Robin Hood' sort of light. Those kinds that ends up dieing horrendously. Well, you know what they say about nice guys…)

 "Subject J, Subject M, S.subject D leaving 5592,6923, 8362. Currently heading east…"

Jeremy swore quietly under his breath. Between him and putting the pins in the damn map, he'd never get the scarf finished. He nearly put the pin in the map when he noticed where the trail of pins was headed. They were going straight over the Mediterranean…. no fucking way….

"Noooooooo….." Colt then began walk to a section of the wall beside the fireplace. He then pushed open the door that was covered in shadows there. Inside was another room, it was there that Jeremy began to navigate through a twisted mess of rooms and hallways, either half destroyed or half flooded (It depended on how high up you were) and smelled…. 'Musty' would be the best way to describe it. Eventually he found himself jogging up a steep set of stairs (oh look, he actually started working out!). The wooden steps headed up into an expanse that once held a set of bells. It was now Jeremy's personal observatory. The telescope of course, had to be stolen to achieve the distance of sight Jeremy decided was best to defend his city. Well, not really his, it was really more a half flooded ruins of a city in the most nowhere place of the Mediterranean that he decided to move into one day. Colt swung around the large device and began to peer through the lens, towards the east.

Well fuck, there they are. The Mayship was floating over the horizon coming in the direction of the flooded city. The Jellyfish would be flying directly over the city in a few hours.

Well, there went his vacation.

Colt grumbled in an annoyed fashion before walking down the stair, planning.

What the bloody fuck can I do to get those guys down here? Shooting them would land them, but they would stay inside the ship to defend against attackers.

Wait. They're Robin Hoods, defend the innocents and shit… I could lure them here using….

Colt grinned to himself before running into the dark hallways of the half flooded city. He knew those would be useful one day.

This was *the* day, Jeremy knew it, right deep down into his soul. If he was going to meet her, he might as well be dressed in his Sunday best.

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"Damn, that was a lot of work"

An hour or so later, Jeremy's trap was ready to be sprung. The man himself (dressed in his 'Sunday best') was perched on a roof hidden out of the way and in the shadows. It gave him a perfect view of the incoming vehicle while he remained safe from view. Slung across his back was an AWP, whatever that meant, but it was still a good sniper rifle. Unfortunately, rifle ammunition was like dinosaurs, except Jeremy had one left.

The roaring of the engines was even loader now.

Colt grinned Show time.

Wires? Check.

Gun? Duh.

Colt placed his palms on top of the metal bar.

5…..

4…..

3….

2….

1….

Continuing his grin, Jeremy smashed the down the neck of the plunger into the rest of the body.

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"Johnny, There's a large explosion from below!"

The captain walked over to a monitor controlled by his second in command, "Where?"

"In the center of that city below us" May pointed to the interlocked mess of green roofed structures on the screen, the largest of them showing a large hole and think smoke pouring out of it. Dizzy's voice called out.

"Somebody could be hurt down there"

A moment of thought came from Johnny before deciding, "Possibly, I'm going to check it out. May, take over while I'm gone"

"Okay"

Johnny grabbed his Zatoichi blade propped against the back wall of the bridge and left the room.

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Jeremy watched through the scope of his rifle a smaller form drop the Mayship. Landed on his planned roof perfectly, three figures came out of the vehicle. Through his scope, Colt saw that one was that looked remarkably like a cowboy, a girl he never saw before and *her*. Jeremy made a 'hmph' noise to himself in amusement.

So, today's the day. And it had to be during his holiday.

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"Dizzy, April, remember to stay behind me" two 'okay's echoed back to the captain. The other two volunteered to come, and the captain supposed it didn't hurt too much to let them come along to a simple search. Johnny glanced around the rooftop. A stone bridge connected their roof to another, and that one to the next, creating a vast network in connected roofs and towers. Some of the ruins of bridges remained on either side of buildings supposed to be connected.

"Alright, let's go check out that blast site" Johnny announced to the rest of the party, with sounds of agreement following.

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So far, so good Colt continued spying on the figures. They were taking the route he planned for them, not trying to jump any broken bridges, and heading directly towards the blast site, which would have them go up a set of stairs.

The Cowboy looks to be the toughest of the bunch….. I suppose I could trap them, shoot him in the head from here, and then meet her. Alright.

There they go, up that long line of stairs that takes them a few stories up. Jeremy inserted a new cable into plunger box and watched them head up the stairs and onto the roof of the blown up building before looking down at the several wooden boxes stuffed underneath the stone steps. Showtime.

5….

4…..

3….

2….

1….

Colt smashed the metal bar into the body again. Nothing.

"What the fuck?" Colt lifted the neck up again and pushed it down again. Nothing.

Jeremy started to vigorously lifted and pushed down on the plunger neck, hopelessly expecting the second detonation.

"Fuck, not now…." Jeremy could see them continuing to look around, but how much longer?

Oh, fuck this. Colt pulled the rifle off his back

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The pirates spun back to the sound of the second blast and saw the large staircase they just traveled on, explode into a cloud of debris before the remains fell into the water below. Johnny gritted his teeth in frustration.

"Darn it…." The captain then spoke back to his crewmembers, "Careful, people. It's a trap"

"Oh, I wouldn't really call it a trap…" came a voice that didn't belong to the group. Turning around, the pirates saw a figure scaling the side of an adjacent structure, before hopping onto same roof as the others.

"…. I would call it, a kind invitation, and that I enjoyed your company so much that I insist that you stay here for a bit longer"

The man was dressed in a completely green-hued attire. Mounted upon his head was a pointed hat that reminded Johnny and the others of a certain guitar-wielding woman they met earlier. In one of his gloved hands was a rifle that was pouring smoke out of its barrel. He wore a cape that was eerily familiar to the cape fashion of a Holy Knight, except it was dyed green instead of the regular white and blue. Furthering the illusion of the man being a knight was the large, double strap belt he wore. Carved into the steel of the large gray buckle were lines that traced out the word 'dream'.

Johnny's free hand neared the handle of his weapon cautiously, "Who are you?"

"Jeremy Colt. No current occupation"

Dizzy's voice came up quiet surprise.

"You…."

Jeremy smiled at the word, "Ah, so you remember me, Dizzy"

April turned her head at the Gear, with a confused look, "You know this guy?"

A nod from the quarry, "Yes, he has been chasing me, even though the bounty has been lifted…."

Pirate King spoke up, glaring suspiciously at the smiling man the entire time, "Alright then, what do you want with her?"

Jeremy shrugged, "Oh nothing really, just slice her up into bits and pieces, beat her to death. Torture her, screams of terror and pain. Such and such"

The pirates stepped back away from the one who just made himself sound like a lunatic. Johnny then spoke up again.

"I hope you really don't mean that, otherwise, you aren't going anywhere near her" The captain now had his free hand firmly gripped on the handle of the Zatoichi.

"Well, that's for you to decide, but we can do this my way, or the way where you'll end up DEAD"

"We'll take that chance", Johnny then addressed his comrades, "Dizzy, April, try to find a way back to the drop ship, I'll handle him"

Reluctant nods before the two decided to climb up the ruins of another building, which has since toppled over to rest its weight on the current field of impending battle.

Colt snorted, "Look cowboy, last chance. You let me get Dizzy, and I'll let you walk from here"

"No"

Colt then gave the 'oh well' shrug, "Okay then" Jeremy then raised the scoped rifle at the captain, who tensed up immediately for the barrage of ammo.

"Normally, I'd shoot you in the head now, but…" Jeremy raised the barrel into the air and pulled back on a lever, letting a spent cylinder fall out.

"…. I ran out of bullets" He then grabbed the weapon on both ends and threw the device at the pirate. Johnny easily knocked away the attack before facing a charging Colt.

Colt wasn't sure what happened next, first he was dashing towards his enemy, and then he ended flying through the air with his chest in two pieces while the cowboy re-sheathed his blade. Jeremy managed to roll out of the impact and back onto his feet before talking.

"Okay that was scary, I heard you were fast, but this……"

"Hey buddy, if you can't fight me, you better just walk away from this yourself"

"I said *it* was scary, not you invincible" Colt then flicked his wrist sharply at Johnny, of which actions caused a purple spear tipped cable to fire out of Colt's sleeve. Johnny himself, managed to look surprised before having the dodge the attempt of impalement.

"What the…"

"Hey, I don't need to get close to you to kick your ass" said Jeremy causally, while the cable misted away into fine purple smoke. Colt swung out his hand again, this time all his fingers converting into the same weapons before firing out at the 'cowboy'. The cowboy himself though, flew upwards and over the attack while swooping over at Colt, secretly charging magic into his blade. Jeremy counter attacked such movement, by firing out a large, paper-thin whip-blade at Johnny above. The attack struck at the pirate's side while he swiped his weapon down at Colt, causing a pillar of flame to fall onto him.

Johnny landed back onto the earth before staggering a few seconds to adjust to the gaping slash across his side.

"You know, you should really wear a Kevlar shirt or something, cowboy. It'd make you a bit safer" The flaming pillar receded to reveal Jeremy with bits of black char all over his body. Two large purple wrist blades appeared on both sides of his arms then, before Jeremy flew forward in an attempt to clip Johnny's head off his shoulders in a scissor fashion. The captain easily defended by throwing out a heavy gold coin, of which it smashed into Jeremy's face, making him close the scissor formation prematurely in recoil. It didn't get Johnny's head, but it did score another large gash on the pirate's chest. Both stumbled a back for some breathing space before Jeremy lashed downwards once more with his weapon, with Johnny knocking away the attack with his own blade. The two ended up in a complex sequence of swordplay.

Dude! I thought we were going to play a long range game with this dick!

"I'm such an idiot!" Colt jumped away from the swordplay, once again flicking his wrists again, releasing a frightening amount of thin whip blades out of his sleeves and at the Pirate King. Almost predictably, Johnny leaped through he air again to perform that amazing fire pillar trick of his again.

Jeremy snorted and snapped his fingers at the ground in front of the flying pirate.

The giant psychic blade that sprung its way out of the ground in front of Johnny, making him crash heavily (and painfully) against the weapon and interfering with his attack. As the Pirate was falling back down to earth, Jeremy sneered and reared back his hands as he prepared to do one of his more 'advanced tricks'. Jeremy lashed out once more at his opponent. This time, three large cables flew out of his back at amazing speed, each tip with a flame hued the same color as all his other weapons. All three cables hit Johnny with great speed, the psychic 'flames' leaving its legacy behind in the form of it burning brightly on the pirate for a few second while he flew away from impact.

"Oi! I ain't done with you yet!" a thinner cable, compared to the last attack quickly made its way to Johnny before he got to far away and wrapped itself around the pirate's neck. Tight.

Jeremy grabbed the cable with both hand and swung as hard as he could over his head. The rest of the cable soon followed the action with Johnny moving in an arc over Colt. The pirate ended up landing head first into the green tiling of the roof they were on. The force of the impact kicked up a cloud of debris. Settling, the cloud revealed a non-moving form, obviously to beat out to do anymore threat to Colt.

Jeremy wiped a bit of blood and sweat collecting over one eyelid, "Well, that's one down"

Really?

To make sure, or not to make sure.

It's kind of brutal if you did.

Oh hell, just do it.

Walking over to the pirate's side, Jeremy delivered as much force as he could into a brutal soccer kick into the pirate's head.

Still unmoving. Okay.

"Well, I'm honestly sorry I'd had to end up this way, mista cowboy. If we had met in different circumstances, we might have ended up being good friends…. Yeah right…" Jeremy spoke down at the unconscious figure, before muttering the last two words to himself.

Damn, that guy sure packed a sword swing, and that flame trick. Really freaky. Jeremy thought such thoughts to himself while wincing at the chest wound. Those burns sucked too.

"Anyways, I got to go run my blade through that sexy little number of a Gear now, so chow!"

Jeremy gave a mock salute before giving pursuit to the two remaining crewmembers of the Jellyfish who were running lost amongst the ruins of the lost paradise.