Chapter 2
"Meet...again? What the hell are you talking about clown boy? I've never seen you before in my life."
"That is correct Spike, but I have been watching you."
"Watching me? What do you mean?"
"Do you remember your little encounter with Pierrot La Fou?"
"Of course I do. How could I forget that crazy fat guy?"
"Well, he was my creation. I funded the operation to make him who he was."
"I should have known it was you, with your little circus fetish. If you hadn't have taken him to the space amusement park, I probably would have died."
"Yes, I know. After that run-in I decided that I should keep an eye you, because I felt that would not be last time we would meet. I am also glad to see that you survived your encounter with Vicious. That seemed like quite a tough battle, I didn't think you would come out of that coma."
"You mean to say you have been watching ever since then?"
"That is correct again."
Just then Spike saw Trowa's eyes twitch ever so slightly towards his right. Spike ducked in just enough time to dodge the attack from Trowa's gray cat with two different colored eyes. He rolled back and shot the cat. This, however, gave Trowa just the opportunity he needed to escape. He laid the chair all the way back horizontal and rolled backwards. He then did a handspring and went through the window feet first waving at Spike as he was going out.
"We will meet again my friend. And next time I will not let you live."
Trowa then grabbed the flagpole two floors below, swung around, let go, and landed in Heavyarms outstretched hand. Spike had since gotten up and was standing at the window. Trowa was giving him a big thumb up as a challenge to go after him. Spike gave a big thumb down back to Trowa signaling that he would indeed go after him, and kill him in the process. Trowa got into the cockpit and took off. Then he started to think about all the times he and his cat had gone through including the Pierrot La Fou incident. "Thank you Aisha, my loyal pet. I will not let your sacrifice be in vain."
Meanwhile, Spike pulled out his communicator and called up Jet. "Jet, this one maybe a little tougher than we originally thought. He is the pilot of some giant robot thing. You might want to get the rest of the gang back, we may need their help on this one."
"Meet...again? What the hell are you talking about clown boy? I've never seen you before in my life."
"That is correct Spike, but I have been watching you."
"Watching me? What do you mean?"
"Do you remember your little encounter with Pierrot La Fou?"
"Of course I do. How could I forget that crazy fat guy?"
"Well, he was my creation. I funded the operation to make him who he was."
"I should have known it was you, with your little circus fetish. If you hadn't have taken him to the space amusement park, I probably would have died."
"Yes, I know. After that run-in I decided that I should keep an eye you, because I felt that would not be last time we would meet. I am also glad to see that you survived your encounter with Vicious. That seemed like quite a tough battle, I didn't think you would come out of that coma."
"You mean to say you have been watching ever since then?"
"That is correct again."
Just then Spike saw Trowa's eyes twitch ever so slightly towards his right. Spike ducked in just enough time to dodge the attack from Trowa's gray cat with two different colored eyes. He rolled back and shot the cat. This, however, gave Trowa just the opportunity he needed to escape. He laid the chair all the way back horizontal and rolled backwards. He then did a handspring and went through the window feet first waving at Spike as he was going out.
"We will meet again my friend. And next time I will not let you live."
Trowa then grabbed the flagpole two floors below, swung around, let go, and landed in Heavyarms outstretched hand. Spike had since gotten up and was standing at the window. Trowa was giving him a big thumb up as a challenge to go after him. Spike gave a big thumb down back to Trowa signaling that he would indeed go after him, and kill him in the process. Trowa got into the cockpit and took off. Then he started to think about all the times he and his cat had gone through including the Pierrot La Fou incident. "Thank you Aisha, my loyal pet. I will not let your sacrifice be in vain."
Meanwhile, Spike pulled out his communicator and called up Jet. "Jet, this one maybe a little tougher than we originally thought. He is the pilot of some giant robot thing. You might want to get the rest of the gang back, we may need their help on this one."