A/N: Hello again! Welcome to another exciting chapter of "When In Rome."
First let me get this thing out of the way: *takes deeeeeep breath* I do
not own Cowboy Bebop and rightfully I cannot express the opinions of any of
the characters rightfully because I didn't come up with them so I can't
really say what they would say in any of the situations presented here.
This is all my creative ideas so if the makers of Cowboy Bebop want to
steal them they're welcome to because we all want to see more of the Bebop
crew in the very very very near future. *gasps and breathes heavily*
Like I said, welcome to another chapter. Thanks again for reading. Also, just so y'all know, I didn't notice on my profile that I did not allow anonymous reviews, but I changed that so hopefully more people give a few more comments. Well, since the last chapter was all about Spike and Faye, this chapter will be dedicated to Jet, Ed, and Ein. Hope you enjoy it.
P.S. I AM SOOOOO SORRY FOR THIS BEING SO LATE! I just completely forgot about all my fics and my fans. I still plan on this being a continuing story for a while, I just need to get some ideas for it, so it might be a while for chapter six, but I guarantee that there will be one, and hopefully more after that! Anyways, on with the show!
"So boss, what would you have done with this guy?" A large man in a dark suit was standing in the middle of the basement room holding a smaller man in a gray suit by the collar. The room was full of enforcers for the mafia group that met in this dusty room underneath the antique store.
The "boss" was sitting in a large, high-backed chair with two sentries standing on either side. Every single one of the men that were associated with this mob group had at least a Beretta 9mm handgun at their disposal. "Boss?" The figure in the chair was contemplating what to do with the man presented in front of them all.
"Give him some cookies and send him on his way, Mr. Murdock!" Ed sat in her cushy chair along with Ein as the single light bulb dimly lit the room. The chair was covered in cookie crumbs and bits of cupcakes and other food items.
"But boss, he sold us out. This guy ratted to the cops. We saw him go in." The man in the dark suit was pleading to Ed to do something more...well...mean.
"Hmmm...perhaps your right, mien heir. Throw him in the brig with the rest of the scallywags that are naughty in my sight!" Ed wasn't going insane with power, but she was enjoying the fact that whatever she wanted she could get with a snap of the fingers and a harsh tone. "And somebody get me some moooore cooookieeeess!" Ed sang out loud. She enjoyed it very much.
* * * * * *
Jet Black was not a man that gave up easily, if ever. He didn't have the nickname "The Black Dog" for nothing, after all. He was determined to find that car, not only for the reward, but to shove it in that little pompous, pampered bastard's face when he did it. The car was a piece of crap that he couldn't believe someone would steal, or anyone else want it back so badly, but he was hired for the job and he was going to do it not because he wanted to, but because he needed to show that he was better than the little rich pain in the neck that hired him.
"Who would even want that ugly piece of crap anyway?" Jet thought out loud. "A worthless Ford Mustang that no one even wanted when it was new. And especially the fact that it's bright yellow makes in so much more appealing..." Jet was immersed in his own conversation that he failed to notice the bum that was milling along to his left.
"Whaddayou know about the yellow Ford? That baby is a beauty. I ain't never seen nothing quite as pretty as that thing." The pest was talking to Jet.
"Huh? Whaddya mean?" Jet was confused now.
"The yellow Mustang? It's a piece of art! The GT models were the greatest in their day! I have yet to come across someone that disagreed but you are the only one that has that I've met."
"You've seen a yellow Mustang?"
"Who hasn't around here? It's the main attraction to this part of town. In case you didn't notice, we don't get a lot of tourism with this kind of surroundings." The street was littered with damp pieces of cloth used to cover small stalls that sold rotten fruit and broken toys. The trash was littered across the ground in puddles of water that bubbled out of overflowing drainpipes.
"Where is it?"
"Down the street about three blocks, go left and another two blocks. It's parked in a big warehouse." Jet's eyes lit up. A LEAD! He started racing off down the road and skidding to a slow stop. He turned back to run back towards the bum but the first step he took landed on a rotten banana peel and he fell on his arse. He quickly got up and wiped off his rear and ran over to the smaller man. "Here's fifty Woolongs. And thanks." Jet turned back and hustled down the street and was gone.
* * * * * *
Faye was headed back to the Bebop when Jet's faced appeared on the Redtail's communicator. She was a bit surprised that he called her instead of his little friend Spike. "What do you want, Jet?"
"Boy you sure are beaming. You rob a bank or something?" Jet could still see that Faye was still happy about winning enough money to buy the videotape.
"Kinda...I won over five hundred thousand at a poker game. Got a royal flush...no big whoop." Faye played it off casually. Jet was somewhat shocked at the hand, rather than the winnings.
"A royal flush, huh? Well, that's something to whistle about. But listen, head on down to 68th Street and Dextburg Road. There's a warehouse down here with some rich guy's car. The reward is almost what you made playing poker." Jet knew he could probably handle it, but Spike wasn't around to help him.
"Why don't you bother Spike with this? I thought you two were partners." Faye questioned, not really caring about Spike's actual disposition, just wondering why Jet was trying to drag her into something she didn't care about.
"Well, Spike isn't went out this morning and never came back. The Swordfish is abandoned and he's not answering his comm. Knowing him he's probably in trouble, but he's resourceful." Jet replied. He was concerned, but now wasn't the time to be worried about him. That reward was almost in his hands. "Now if only Faye would stop whining and get over here..." thought Jet.
* * * * * *
"Boss..." "Pssst... Hey boss." "Is she asleep?" "I dunno. Whaddya think we should do?" "Well, Mr. Yamamoto isn't going to be pleased that he can't meet with the boss." "He'll have to deal with it. If the boss is busy, den he can just wait." "You wanna tell him that?" "No, you think I'm stupid? I don't wanna die." "Well somebody's gotta tell him." "Hey Joey, do me a favor. Tell Mr. Yamamoto that the boss is busy. If he asks what's up, tell him that its... uh... dirty down here and we're just cleaning up for him." "That's what you wanna tell Mr. Yamamoto? He ain't gonna buy that sack o' BS." "Well that's all we got, so it better or you're gonna be in trouble." "Alright, I'll tell him, but make sure someone's there to let me back in. I don't wanna be stuck out there with him." "Shut your yap and get up there."
Like I said, welcome to another chapter. Thanks again for reading. Also, just so y'all know, I didn't notice on my profile that I did not allow anonymous reviews, but I changed that so hopefully more people give a few more comments. Well, since the last chapter was all about Spike and Faye, this chapter will be dedicated to Jet, Ed, and Ein. Hope you enjoy it.
P.S. I AM SOOOOO SORRY FOR THIS BEING SO LATE! I just completely forgot about all my fics and my fans. I still plan on this being a continuing story for a while, I just need to get some ideas for it, so it might be a while for chapter six, but I guarantee that there will be one, and hopefully more after that! Anyways, on with the show!
"So boss, what would you have done with this guy?" A large man in a dark suit was standing in the middle of the basement room holding a smaller man in a gray suit by the collar. The room was full of enforcers for the mafia group that met in this dusty room underneath the antique store.
The "boss" was sitting in a large, high-backed chair with two sentries standing on either side. Every single one of the men that were associated with this mob group had at least a Beretta 9mm handgun at their disposal. "Boss?" The figure in the chair was contemplating what to do with the man presented in front of them all.
"Give him some cookies and send him on his way, Mr. Murdock!" Ed sat in her cushy chair along with Ein as the single light bulb dimly lit the room. The chair was covered in cookie crumbs and bits of cupcakes and other food items.
"But boss, he sold us out. This guy ratted to the cops. We saw him go in." The man in the dark suit was pleading to Ed to do something more...well...mean.
"Hmmm...perhaps your right, mien heir. Throw him in the brig with the rest of the scallywags that are naughty in my sight!" Ed wasn't going insane with power, but she was enjoying the fact that whatever she wanted she could get with a snap of the fingers and a harsh tone. "And somebody get me some moooore cooookieeeess!" Ed sang out loud. She enjoyed it very much.
* * * * * *
Jet Black was not a man that gave up easily, if ever. He didn't have the nickname "The Black Dog" for nothing, after all. He was determined to find that car, not only for the reward, but to shove it in that little pompous, pampered bastard's face when he did it. The car was a piece of crap that he couldn't believe someone would steal, or anyone else want it back so badly, but he was hired for the job and he was going to do it not because he wanted to, but because he needed to show that he was better than the little rich pain in the neck that hired him.
"Who would even want that ugly piece of crap anyway?" Jet thought out loud. "A worthless Ford Mustang that no one even wanted when it was new. And especially the fact that it's bright yellow makes in so much more appealing..." Jet was immersed in his own conversation that he failed to notice the bum that was milling along to his left.
"Whaddayou know about the yellow Ford? That baby is a beauty. I ain't never seen nothing quite as pretty as that thing." The pest was talking to Jet.
"Huh? Whaddya mean?" Jet was confused now.
"The yellow Mustang? It's a piece of art! The GT models were the greatest in their day! I have yet to come across someone that disagreed but you are the only one that has that I've met."
"You've seen a yellow Mustang?"
"Who hasn't around here? It's the main attraction to this part of town. In case you didn't notice, we don't get a lot of tourism with this kind of surroundings." The street was littered with damp pieces of cloth used to cover small stalls that sold rotten fruit and broken toys. The trash was littered across the ground in puddles of water that bubbled out of overflowing drainpipes.
"Where is it?"
"Down the street about three blocks, go left and another two blocks. It's parked in a big warehouse." Jet's eyes lit up. A LEAD! He started racing off down the road and skidding to a slow stop. He turned back to run back towards the bum but the first step he took landed on a rotten banana peel and he fell on his arse. He quickly got up and wiped off his rear and ran over to the smaller man. "Here's fifty Woolongs. And thanks." Jet turned back and hustled down the street and was gone.
* * * * * *
Faye was headed back to the Bebop when Jet's faced appeared on the Redtail's communicator. She was a bit surprised that he called her instead of his little friend Spike. "What do you want, Jet?"
"Boy you sure are beaming. You rob a bank or something?" Jet could still see that Faye was still happy about winning enough money to buy the videotape.
"Kinda...I won over five hundred thousand at a poker game. Got a royal flush...no big whoop." Faye played it off casually. Jet was somewhat shocked at the hand, rather than the winnings.
"A royal flush, huh? Well, that's something to whistle about. But listen, head on down to 68th Street and Dextburg Road. There's a warehouse down here with some rich guy's car. The reward is almost what you made playing poker." Jet knew he could probably handle it, but Spike wasn't around to help him.
"Why don't you bother Spike with this? I thought you two were partners." Faye questioned, not really caring about Spike's actual disposition, just wondering why Jet was trying to drag her into something she didn't care about.
"Well, Spike isn't went out this morning and never came back. The Swordfish is abandoned and he's not answering his comm. Knowing him he's probably in trouble, but he's resourceful." Jet replied. He was concerned, but now wasn't the time to be worried about him. That reward was almost in his hands. "Now if only Faye would stop whining and get over here..." thought Jet.
* * * * * *
"Boss..." "Pssst... Hey boss." "Is she asleep?" "I dunno. Whaddya think we should do?" "Well, Mr. Yamamoto isn't going to be pleased that he can't meet with the boss." "He'll have to deal with it. If the boss is busy, den he can just wait." "You wanna tell him that?" "No, you think I'm stupid? I don't wanna die." "Well somebody's gotta tell him." "Hey Joey, do me a favor. Tell Mr. Yamamoto that the boss is busy. If he asks what's up, tell him that its... uh... dirty down here and we're just cleaning up for him." "That's what you wanna tell Mr. Yamamoto? He ain't gonna buy that sack o' BS." "Well that's all we got, so it better or you're gonna be in trouble." "Alright, I'll tell him, but make sure someone's there to let me back in. I don't wanna be stuck out there with him." "Shut your yap and get up there."
