Chapter 6 - Section I - "Women."
Larry and Faye were the last to leave, side by side, they exited out of the ship. Faye looked around the docks, to her suprise she saw the Bebop. "Well, looks like they are here.." She said to Larry, looking at him and pointing at the Bebop. Larry looked at her a bit confused, then looked to where she was pointing. He smirked as he nodded silently. "Maybe we'll meet up with them." He said, that smirk turning into a grin as he continued, "I always wanted to meet Spike in person." She laughed at his grin, poking the right corner of his lips with her finger. "Be careful, he can be very dangerous if you upset him." She said, pulling on his cheek teasingly. He pulled away, holding his cheek. "And I can be too, you know.." He replied to it. Faye got a teasing look of shock on her face. "Was that a threat?" She said through her giggles. He shook his head, and walked off, leaving her there. "Well now, sorry." She whispered to herself, looking down, and frowning.
Chapter 6 - Section II - Troublesome Past.
Larry walked silently through the small crowds of people, a lit cigarrette in his mouth. He inhaled, sucking through the cigarrette. As he exhaled, the smoke flew above him. He looked up after that, looking around for something interesting. Seeing nothing, he went through the last of the crowds, before walking already through the outskirts of the civilization. He flicked the rest of the cigarrette to the side, looking around once again. He spotted a few thugs around a run down bar, he smiled, shaking his head as he walked past it. The men around the bar eyed him, but didn't give chase, since he didn't wear any expensive clothing or jewelry. As he moved down the street, he came to an old place, fire burned buildings, and lots of trashed places. He sighed, the image of the building he once lived in burning to ashes slipping through his mind. He stopped, face darkening. His memory flashed by him again. He was only around 9 when his home burned down, parents with it. He was riding his bike along with a few friends. They were all running along the pathway outside of his city when they saw something burning in the sky come crashing down ontop of the city. They all quickly made their way back, seeing that Larry's house had burst into flames. The words "Freak accident" kept repeating in his head. He quickly shook the thoughts out of his mind, and turned around, walking back into the city.
Chapter 6 - Section III - Night in the City.
Larry sat there, ontop of a small building, staring up into the night sky. He had another cigarrette in his mouth, he took it out with his fingers as he slowly leaned back, laying down on the slightly curved rooftop. His expression was the same as before, darkened, as if years of pain surged through his heart. He looked suprised as he saw a silhouette above him. He quickly got up, still not able to make out who it was. The person stepped out of the shadow and into the light, it was Spike. Spike smirked as he walked closer to him, sticking his hands in his pockets. Larry smirked just as much, nodding to him. "Seems as if you've found me, friend. It's been awhile." Larry said, the smirk turning to a smile as he held out his hand to Spike. Spike nodded and shook his hand with one of his own, smiling also. "That it has, Larry. How you been?" Spike said, taking his hand back. Larry shrugged and laughed. "Sleep deprived," Larry said, "In the past two days I've only got four hours of sleep." Spike just shook his head, sitting down at the edge of the building, looking up at him. "Let me guess..Faye?" Spike asked, sliding a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. Larry took his last puff off of his own cigarette before flicking it away. "No, just one too many missions. Including one where the people didn't pay." Larry replied, sighing, "Luckily we got the person back. Don't know quite what we're going to do with her though. Right now we have her tied up on the ship." Spike blinked, scratching his chin. "Hmm, well, maybe you could hold her there and tell her to pay you all of her money, and then let her go?" Spike asked, still scratching his chin. "Well..We could," Larry said, smiling, "But I don't think she has 60 thousand woolong in her name, Spike. That's what the employers offered. And they didn't pay." Spike's cigarrette nearly dropped as he stared at him. "60 thousand, you said?" Spike asked, shaking his head, "Damn, must be some high bidders." Larry nodded as he sat down a few feet away from Spike. "Yeah, John said they were some sort of huge terrorist organization, and ran a legal business in the front, to prevent people from prying in too much." Larry said, sighing again. Spike gave a careless glance down, before saying, "Hey, do you think it might have been the syndicate?" Larry's eyes widened for a moment, before shaking his head. "No way, they wouldn't want someone like me to do that sort of thing." He replied, looking at Spike still. Spike nodded, chuckling. "That I could understand, they wouldn't want a blabber-mouth." Spike said, shooting another careless glance down to the streets. Larry nearly fell down off of the roof, before glaring at Spike. "Once a smart ass, always a smart ass.." He trailed off with a laugh, "Oh, I need to get going. Ship's stocked and repaired. It was nice to see you again, Spike." Spike nodded to him as he said, "Yeah, nice to see you again too, Larry. Make sure Faye doesn't get into any trouble, it seems to be attracted to her." Larry laughed, saying, "I'll make sure not to. Take care, old friend." He hopped off of the roof, landing silently on the street, before walking off to the docks. Spike took one last puff from his cigarrette before he stood up, stepping on it. "Yeah, you too, old friend..." He replied back, not quite loud enough for Larry to hear.
Larry and Faye were the last to leave, side by side, they exited out of the ship. Faye looked around the docks, to her suprise she saw the Bebop. "Well, looks like they are here.." She said to Larry, looking at him and pointing at the Bebop. Larry looked at her a bit confused, then looked to where she was pointing. He smirked as he nodded silently. "Maybe we'll meet up with them." He said, that smirk turning into a grin as he continued, "I always wanted to meet Spike in person." She laughed at his grin, poking the right corner of his lips with her finger. "Be careful, he can be very dangerous if you upset him." She said, pulling on his cheek teasingly. He pulled away, holding his cheek. "And I can be too, you know.." He replied to it. Faye got a teasing look of shock on her face. "Was that a threat?" She said through her giggles. He shook his head, and walked off, leaving her there. "Well now, sorry." She whispered to herself, looking down, and frowning.
Chapter 6 - Section II - Troublesome Past.
Larry walked silently through the small crowds of people, a lit cigarrette in his mouth. He inhaled, sucking through the cigarrette. As he exhaled, the smoke flew above him. He looked up after that, looking around for something interesting. Seeing nothing, he went through the last of the crowds, before walking already through the outskirts of the civilization. He flicked the rest of the cigarrette to the side, looking around once again. He spotted a few thugs around a run down bar, he smiled, shaking his head as he walked past it. The men around the bar eyed him, but didn't give chase, since he didn't wear any expensive clothing or jewelry. As he moved down the street, he came to an old place, fire burned buildings, and lots of trashed places. He sighed, the image of the building he once lived in burning to ashes slipping through his mind. He stopped, face darkening. His memory flashed by him again. He was only around 9 when his home burned down, parents with it. He was riding his bike along with a few friends. They were all running along the pathway outside of his city when they saw something burning in the sky come crashing down ontop of the city. They all quickly made their way back, seeing that Larry's house had burst into flames. The words "Freak accident" kept repeating in his head. He quickly shook the thoughts out of his mind, and turned around, walking back into the city.
Chapter 6 - Section III - Night in the City.
Larry sat there, ontop of a small building, staring up into the night sky. He had another cigarrette in his mouth, he took it out with his fingers as he slowly leaned back, laying down on the slightly curved rooftop. His expression was the same as before, darkened, as if years of pain surged through his heart. He looked suprised as he saw a silhouette above him. He quickly got up, still not able to make out who it was. The person stepped out of the shadow and into the light, it was Spike. Spike smirked as he walked closer to him, sticking his hands in his pockets. Larry smirked just as much, nodding to him. "Seems as if you've found me, friend. It's been awhile." Larry said, the smirk turning to a smile as he held out his hand to Spike. Spike nodded and shook his hand with one of his own, smiling also. "That it has, Larry. How you been?" Spike said, taking his hand back. Larry shrugged and laughed. "Sleep deprived," Larry said, "In the past two days I've only got four hours of sleep." Spike just shook his head, sitting down at the edge of the building, looking up at him. "Let me guess..Faye?" Spike asked, sliding a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. Larry took his last puff off of his own cigarette before flicking it away. "No, just one too many missions. Including one where the people didn't pay." Larry replied, sighing, "Luckily we got the person back. Don't know quite what we're going to do with her though. Right now we have her tied up on the ship." Spike blinked, scratching his chin. "Hmm, well, maybe you could hold her there and tell her to pay you all of her money, and then let her go?" Spike asked, still scratching his chin. "Well..We could," Larry said, smiling, "But I don't think she has 60 thousand woolong in her name, Spike. That's what the employers offered. And they didn't pay." Spike's cigarrette nearly dropped as he stared at him. "60 thousand, you said?" Spike asked, shaking his head, "Damn, must be some high bidders." Larry nodded as he sat down a few feet away from Spike. "Yeah, John said they were some sort of huge terrorist organization, and ran a legal business in the front, to prevent people from prying in too much." Larry said, sighing again. Spike gave a careless glance down, before saying, "Hey, do you think it might have been the syndicate?" Larry's eyes widened for a moment, before shaking his head. "No way, they wouldn't want someone like me to do that sort of thing." He replied, looking at Spike still. Spike nodded, chuckling. "That I could understand, they wouldn't want a blabber-mouth." Spike said, shooting another careless glance down to the streets. Larry nearly fell down off of the roof, before glaring at Spike. "Once a smart ass, always a smart ass.." He trailed off with a laugh, "Oh, I need to get going. Ship's stocked and repaired. It was nice to see you again, Spike." Spike nodded to him as he said, "Yeah, nice to see you again too, Larry. Make sure Faye doesn't get into any trouble, it seems to be attracted to her." Larry laughed, saying, "I'll make sure not to. Take care, old friend." He hopped off of the roof, landing silently on the street, before walking off to the docks. Spike took one last puff from his cigarrette before he stood up, stepping on it. "Yeah, you too, old friend..." He replied back, not quite loud enough for Larry to hear.