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Ed had freed Michael by now and were both headed for the hanger where his ship had been put after he crashed. It was still in good shape and would be able to fly. He thanked Ed and climbed in.
"WAIT! How does Ed become boss now?"
"Oh, right. Take this." Michael tossed Ed a small silver key. "Go to the corner of Park Central and Grace and tell the woman behind the counter 'The deck has been shuffled.' She'll let you into the back and tell the men there the same thing. They'll know what you're talkin' about and you'll be the new boss. Okay?"
Ed nodded several times enthusiastically and opened the hanger doors. The red lights inside flashed and Michael took off. Ed looked down at the key as the hanger doors closed after Michael exited and wondered what was in store for her.
"YOU WHAT?!" The entire crew was about ready to tear Ed into a million pieces when they found out she had let the bounty head escape. "ED, THAT GUY WAS GOING TO BUY OUR FOOD FOR THE NEXT MONTH! WE NEEDED THAT MONEY!" Spike was going berserk.
"Ed can get money. Nasty man said that Ed was the new boss."
"What's she talking about?" Faye seemed calmer than the rest of them.
"How should I know? Nothing the kid ever says makes sense." Jet rubbed his neck and rolled his eyes. "So what do we do?"
"Well, Ed is a hacker and she probably has a warrant out for her arrest. There's probably a fat reward for her building up as we speak," Faye chimed in.
"Well aren't you full of ideas." Spike thought it was possible.
"She's full of something, alright." Jet knew it was a lost cause.
"Well I don't see you two coming up with any ideas." Faye hated being under appreciated, but she got over it. "So what do we do?"
Jet was right that there was no reward for Ed but they found a local one in the area that was worth 480,000. Some petty thief stole some rich guys prize car and was willing to pay a large amount just for the car returned safely. Spike thought it was too dull, Faye wrote it off as too petty, and Jet didn't even want to do it, but he was the only one left. The Bebop landed on Mars and Jet left to go try to find some information.
Ed, meanwhile, was busy packing for an adventure. Ein was still growling at Ed for letting the bounty head go, but he wouldn't abandon his friend, so he went along for the trip as well. They landed near was huge and it took Ed some time to find out where Park Central and Grace was.
"Spin, spin, spin. Where we stop, the boss knows. Flibbity- jibbity, the deck has been shuffled. All the live-long day!" Ed spun in circles in the center of the street, singing as she went along. None of it made sense to anyone but her, and she enjoyed it that way.
After falling on her behind and recovering from the tumble, she looked up at the corner post for the street, which read "Park Central Avenue" pointing north/south, and "Grace Boulevard" east/west.
"EIN! WE FOUND IT!" Ed picked up the small dog and tossed him into the air. This started the canine and it let out a sharp yelp as it was flung into the air and as it was caught and set down, simply sniffed a few times and looked around. His ears pricked up and then looked to Ed as if nothing had happened.
"Well, Mr. President, we have found the address. Now, which boutique were you interested in?" Ed was unsure which shop she was supposed to be looking for. She peered into one of the corner shops and saw an old woman.
The shop and bell attached to the door to sound the entrance of a customer. Ed looked around as she approached the desk acting mysterious and inconspicuous even though she was the only customer in the shop. Carefully looking around the room several times before confirming she wasn't being followed she walked up to the counter and in her roughest voice she said:
"The deck.... has been shuffled..."
"Excuse me?"
"The deck has been shuffled."
"I beg your pardon. I'm not sure I know what you are talking about." The woman was trying to figure Ed out. She shrugged her shoulders as she peered over the counter at the little girl and her canine companion. Why did some kid want to go downstairs, much less know what to say to get down there. The old woman's brain raced as she wondering what to do.
"You know what I said..." Ed was still using her rough, deepened voice while speaking to the woman. After a moment of contemplating what she should do, the old woman unlocked the door to downstairs and opened it to Ed. Ein barked sharply and growled for a few moments as he followed the strange girl that marched quickly down the stairs.
The car was an old Ford Mustang GT from the turn of the millennia. It was in good condition and was mainly a show car. The guy's father purchased it when it came out and it was a prized heirloom. "It's just a rusty old piece that no one will buy. That's why you call it an heirloom." The car shouldn't be too hard to find. Ford changed how the Mustang looked to symbolize a change in their designs and approaches to customer satisfaction, so and oldie like the 2000 model would be easy to spot. That and it was bright yellow. That helped a lot too.
Jet was busy collecting information from sources he hadn't tapped into in years. Street hustlers, computer geeks, car specialists, the works and he turned up with names that might be connected. Two guys by the names of Royce Andrews and Mark Nextos supposedly were the thieves and lived downtown near an old parking garage. This had "convenient" written all over it.
Spike and Faye were on the Bebop, alone, with no possibility of anyone coming back for several hours. Spike was busy praying to a movie poster that had Bruce Lee on it while Faye was out on the deck in her skimpy bathing suit tanning after a brief struggle with a seagull that mistook her top as a Hostess cupcake. Several bullets whizzing by the bird's head got the point across that there wasn't any cream filling to be found.
Faye was just beginning to relax when a delivery truck blew by, U- turned quickly and landed next to the Bebop. A short, pudgy guy with a handlebar mustache got out with a small package that had been stamped fifty- thousand times by different post offices all over.
"Is there a Miss Faye Valentine here to sign for this?" The little man was paying attention to the clipboard and didn't notice Faye walking over to him. When he looked up to see her standing in front of him his jaw nearly dropped to the floor, staring at the beauty that was Faye. "Uh...are you...uh...Faye...uh...Faye Valen...Valen...Valen..."
"Valentine? Yeah, that's me. What do you want?"
"Package for you. It seems to have traveled quite a distance. Oh, by the way, it's a C.O.D."
Faye took one look at the package. It was the same stamps and marks that were on the past packages that had the first videotape and the tape player that revealed part of Faye's past. She was honestly debating if she was going to run scared again or stand up and accept her past no matter the cost. "How much is the cost?"
The zip-craft dodged quickly out of the hanger and flew off into the sky as Faye raced off. "300,000 woolongs? What kind of cheap-ass kid was I? Seriously? I'm starting to wonder if I lived in some kind of orphanage as a kid." Her ship flew off towards where else but a casino. Faye had to come up with 300,000 soon because though she feared what may come of it, she wanted her past more than anything else, including money.
Ed had freed Michael by now and were both headed for the hanger where his ship had been put after he crashed. It was still in good shape and would be able to fly. He thanked Ed and climbed in.
"WAIT! How does Ed become boss now?"
"Oh, right. Take this." Michael tossed Ed a small silver key. "Go to the corner of Park Central and Grace and tell the woman behind the counter 'The deck has been shuffled.' She'll let you into the back and tell the men there the same thing. They'll know what you're talkin' about and you'll be the new boss. Okay?"
Ed nodded several times enthusiastically and opened the hanger doors. The red lights inside flashed and Michael took off. Ed looked down at the key as the hanger doors closed after Michael exited and wondered what was in store for her.
"YOU WHAT?!" The entire crew was about ready to tear Ed into a million pieces when they found out she had let the bounty head escape. "ED, THAT GUY WAS GOING TO BUY OUR FOOD FOR THE NEXT MONTH! WE NEEDED THAT MONEY!" Spike was going berserk.
"Ed can get money. Nasty man said that Ed was the new boss."
"What's she talking about?" Faye seemed calmer than the rest of them.
"How should I know? Nothing the kid ever says makes sense." Jet rubbed his neck and rolled his eyes. "So what do we do?"
"Well, Ed is a hacker and she probably has a warrant out for her arrest. There's probably a fat reward for her building up as we speak," Faye chimed in.
"Well aren't you full of ideas." Spike thought it was possible.
"She's full of something, alright." Jet knew it was a lost cause.
"Well I don't see you two coming up with any ideas." Faye hated being under appreciated, but she got over it. "So what do we do?"
Jet was right that there was no reward for Ed but they found a local one in the area that was worth 480,000. Some petty thief stole some rich guys prize car and was willing to pay a large amount just for the car returned safely. Spike thought it was too dull, Faye wrote it off as too petty, and Jet didn't even want to do it, but he was the only one left. The Bebop landed on Mars and Jet left to go try to find some information.
Ed, meanwhile, was busy packing for an adventure. Ein was still growling at Ed for letting the bounty head go, but he wouldn't abandon his friend, so he went along for the trip as well. They landed near was huge and it took Ed some time to find out where Park Central and Grace was.
"Spin, spin, spin. Where we stop, the boss knows. Flibbity- jibbity, the deck has been shuffled. All the live-long day!" Ed spun in circles in the center of the street, singing as she went along. None of it made sense to anyone but her, and she enjoyed it that way.
After falling on her behind and recovering from the tumble, she looked up at the corner post for the street, which read "Park Central Avenue" pointing north/south, and "Grace Boulevard" east/west.
"EIN! WE FOUND IT!" Ed picked up the small dog and tossed him into the air. This started the canine and it let out a sharp yelp as it was flung into the air and as it was caught and set down, simply sniffed a few times and looked around. His ears pricked up and then looked to Ed as if nothing had happened.
"Well, Mr. President, we have found the address. Now, which boutique were you interested in?" Ed was unsure which shop she was supposed to be looking for. She peered into one of the corner shops and saw an old woman.
The shop and bell attached to the door to sound the entrance of a customer. Ed looked around as she approached the desk acting mysterious and inconspicuous even though she was the only customer in the shop. Carefully looking around the room several times before confirming she wasn't being followed she walked up to the counter and in her roughest voice she said:
"The deck.... has been shuffled..."
"Excuse me?"
"The deck has been shuffled."
"I beg your pardon. I'm not sure I know what you are talking about." The woman was trying to figure Ed out. She shrugged her shoulders as she peered over the counter at the little girl and her canine companion. Why did some kid want to go downstairs, much less know what to say to get down there. The old woman's brain raced as she wondering what to do.
"You know what I said..." Ed was still using her rough, deepened voice while speaking to the woman. After a moment of contemplating what she should do, the old woman unlocked the door to downstairs and opened it to Ed. Ein barked sharply and growled for a few moments as he followed the strange girl that marched quickly down the stairs.
The car was an old Ford Mustang GT from the turn of the millennia. It was in good condition and was mainly a show car. The guy's father purchased it when it came out and it was a prized heirloom. "It's just a rusty old piece that no one will buy. That's why you call it an heirloom." The car shouldn't be too hard to find. Ford changed how the Mustang looked to symbolize a change in their designs and approaches to customer satisfaction, so and oldie like the 2000 model would be easy to spot. That and it was bright yellow. That helped a lot too.
Jet was busy collecting information from sources he hadn't tapped into in years. Street hustlers, computer geeks, car specialists, the works and he turned up with names that might be connected. Two guys by the names of Royce Andrews and Mark Nextos supposedly were the thieves and lived downtown near an old parking garage. This had "convenient" written all over it.
Spike and Faye were on the Bebop, alone, with no possibility of anyone coming back for several hours. Spike was busy praying to a movie poster that had Bruce Lee on it while Faye was out on the deck in her skimpy bathing suit tanning after a brief struggle with a seagull that mistook her top as a Hostess cupcake. Several bullets whizzing by the bird's head got the point across that there wasn't any cream filling to be found.
Faye was just beginning to relax when a delivery truck blew by, U- turned quickly and landed next to the Bebop. A short, pudgy guy with a handlebar mustache got out with a small package that had been stamped fifty- thousand times by different post offices all over.
"Is there a Miss Faye Valentine here to sign for this?" The little man was paying attention to the clipboard and didn't notice Faye walking over to him. When he looked up to see her standing in front of him his jaw nearly dropped to the floor, staring at the beauty that was Faye. "Uh...are you...uh...Faye...uh...Faye Valen...Valen...Valen..."
"Valentine? Yeah, that's me. What do you want?"
"Package for you. It seems to have traveled quite a distance. Oh, by the way, it's a C.O.D."
Faye took one look at the package. It was the same stamps and marks that were on the past packages that had the first videotape and the tape player that revealed part of Faye's past. She was honestly debating if she was going to run scared again or stand up and accept her past no matter the cost. "How much is the cost?"
The zip-craft dodged quickly out of the hanger and flew off into the sky as Faye raced off. "300,000 woolongs? What kind of cheap-ass kid was I? Seriously? I'm starting to wonder if I lived in some kind of orphanage as a kid." Her ship flew off towards where else but a casino. Faye had to come up with 300,000 soon because though she feared what may come of it, she wanted her past more than anything else, including money.
