Session 4: I Just Keep Coming Back
The nest morning when Spike woke up no one was there. He looked all over before he found the note on the table; it was sitting in plain view.
Went shopping
-Emily
Wonder where Russe went thought Spike. He shrugged it off after a second though; it wasn't his business. After getting himself some old Chinese food from the fridge, he got his coat, a cigarette, took one last look at the apartment he knew so well, and set off for his Swordfish. As he was walking around the corner he heard gunfire and shouting, someone cursing in pain. Suddenly Spike whizzed around. He knew that voice.
As expected he saw Russe running down the sidewalk followed by four men in suits. Syndicate scum. Russe was clutching his gun in his left hand, and his left arm in his right; a splotch of red steadily growing, staining the worn leather. Spike pulled out his gun and started shooting, hitting one of the men in the arm and another in the head as Russe ducked behind the corner and into an alley; Spike followed.
"What the hell was that about?" asked Spike as they both watched the suits running by. Russe didn't say anything. He was too busy wrapping his arm in his jacket. Spike bent down to help. Eventually Russe gave up and just let Spike do it; he was too tired. "We need to get out of here" he said quickly. "Okay, come on." said Spike as he lifted Russe up and supported him on his arm. Spike started walking out of the alley to Emily's apartment, but Russe stopped him.
"We can't go back there, it might endanger her."
"Well where do you suggest we go?"
"I don't know, just not there."
Spike thought for a moment. "It's okay, I know the perfect place."
ยทยทยท
Back on the Bebop, Jet was getting royally pissed off. He had tried to call Spike around seventy times in the past three days. Faye had already come back saying she couldn't find anything except for that the guy was in trouble with a syndicate. Jet had decided long ago that any job involving syndicates on Mars wasn't a good idea. At least, not if he wanted a partner ever again.
"Damn that Spike, he's done it again. I must of called him seventy times in the past three days!" said Jet. "Eighty four" said Edward. Jet just kind of looked at her sideways. Ed put on a big grin, gave Jet a flower, and tottered away on her hands. "So what, lets just go off without him. Maybe we'll be able to keep some food on the ship now," said Faye. Jet just kind of looked at her too but she didn't notice; she was filing her nails. How is it girl's nails always need filing.I don't think I've ever seen Ed file her nails.
As he was pondering this the hatch burst open and there was Spike himself, supporting some orange haired guy that looked remarkably like him. They walked in quickly and went straight to the sofa. Spike looked at it for a second then went to his room. He cleared off some of the crap on his bed and laid Russe down.
When he turned from the bed he saw all of the crew standing in the doorway giving him a 'who the hell is this' look. Spike shook his head and pushed through them to get some bandages.
The nest morning when Spike woke up no one was there. He looked all over before he found the note on the table; it was sitting in plain view.
Went shopping
-Emily
Wonder where Russe went thought Spike. He shrugged it off after a second though; it wasn't his business. After getting himself some old Chinese food from the fridge, he got his coat, a cigarette, took one last look at the apartment he knew so well, and set off for his Swordfish. As he was walking around the corner he heard gunfire and shouting, someone cursing in pain. Suddenly Spike whizzed around. He knew that voice.
As expected he saw Russe running down the sidewalk followed by four men in suits. Syndicate scum. Russe was clutching his gun in his left hand, and his left arm in his right; a splotch of red steadily growing, staining the worn leather. Spike pulled out his gun and started shooting, hitting one of the men in the arm and another in the head as Russe ducked behind the corner and into an alley; Spike followed.
"What the hell was that about?" asked Spike as they both watched the suits running by. Russe didn't say anything. He was too busy wrapping his arm in his jacket. Spike bent down to help. Eventually Russe gave up and just let Spike do it; he was too tired. "We need to get out of here" he said quickly. "Okay, come on." said Spike as he lifted Russe up and supported him on his arm. Spike started walking out of the alley to Emily's apartment, but Russe stopped him.
"We can't go back there, it might endanger her."
"Well where do you suggest we go?"
"I don't know, just not there."
Spike thought for a moment. "It's okay, I know the perfect place."
ยทยทยท
Back on the Bebop, Jet was getting royally pissed off. He had tried to call Spike around seventy times in the past three days. Faye had already come back saying she couldn't find anything except for that the guy was in trouble with a syndicate. Jet had decided long ago that any job involving syndicates on Mars wasn't a good idea. At least, not if he wanted a partner ever again.
"Damn that Spike, he's done it again. I must of called him seventy times in the past three days!" said Jet. "Eighty four" said Edward. Jet just kind of looked at her sideways. Ed put on a big grin, gave Jet a flower, and tottered away on her hands. "So what, lets just go off without him. Maybe we'll be able to keep some food on the ship now," said Faye. Jet just kind of looked at her too but she didn't notice; she was filing her nails. How is it girl's nails always need filing.I don't think I've ever seen Ed file her nails.
As he was pondering this the hatch burst open and there was Spike himself, supporting some orange haired guy that looked remarkably like him. They walked in quickly and went straight to the sofa. Spike looked at it for a second then went to his room. He cleared off some of the crap on his bed and laid Russe down.
When he turned from the bed he saw all of the crew standing in the doorway giving him a 'who the hell is this' look. Spike shook his head and pushed through them to get some bandages.