Jet studies his right fist, which is now bloodied from pounding it into the face of his attacker. With effort, he climbs out of the Hammerhead in time to notice the girl who'd been knocked out earlier is now awake, and supporting her father as they move slowly towards one of their ships. Hearing the sound of the Hammerhead opening, the girl turns and her eyes lock with Jet's. She says nothing, but bites her lip with the expression of a woman desperate enough to take on anything in her way. Seeing her in the light now, he memorizes her features: dark black hair, cut short, slight build, green eyes.

"…His name is Dylan Augusto. Both of his eyes are cybernetic, both arms, and his knees. Most of his skull is too. He's ex-military. I hope you kill him, now will you let us go?"

"Yeah. Just go," Jet tells her, climbing down and heading for the hangar door. She stares back at him in unconcealed astonishment. "There's a doctor pretty close I know, I can send you the coordinates –"

"Don't worry about it." She hefts her father into the ship. Jet notices the unconscious figure of the ringleader in the mohawk, and bends to move him out of the way so he's not swept into space when the hangar is opened.

"I wish we hadn't come here," she says, watching him. "The guy on the net said you'd surrender. I – I didn't know--"

"Which guy?"

"I'll send you the coordinates."

"How will I know who to accept them from?"

"Name's Bonnie. Bonnie Augusto," she says, and slams the ship door down.

As Jet puts the ringleader down inside and turns the wheeled airlock on the door to the hangar, standing in the Bebop's living quarters in the dark with his goggles back on, he thinks back to the pang of emotion he'd felt seeing Bonnie help her father across the tarmac to the ship. He forced it back down, replacing it with cold disinterest, just as the nerves in the body could be replaced with cool metal unfettered by feeling, repurposed like his metal limb. Everything else was to be ignored for now, with one more uninvited man left on his ship, and he had to take care of him, because for all he knew, Faye was in trouble.

Or maybe she'd already left, something far more likely.

He hears the ship in the hangar take off. Once the sound quits echoing, he pulls his gun and double-checks how much ammo he has left. Three bullets, as he'd counted.

That's when everything gradually goes completely dark, as if the oxygen in the Bebop had been depleted and he was losing consciousness quickly. Jet panics for a split second, then sheepishly realizes the batteries in his goggles have died, leaving him blind. Amid his cursing he remembers that the man he's hunting has cybernetic eyes, making Jet extremely vulnerable in the darkness.

Someone bumps into him in the dark and Jet jumps away, only to realize the man he dragged inside the Bebop had regained consciousness. With a grunt of irritation, Jet reaches his hand out, clamps him on the back, steers him to the door and tosses him into the hangar.

"Pick a ship and get out! And if you steal any fuel, I will hunt you down!" he yells at the dazed man, who doesn't even look back before Jet slams the door shut again.

Priority one: get the lights back on, Jet thinks. He stands at the door and shuts his eyes. He takes a deep breath. Before his mind's eye a picture of the Bebop as it looks in the light appears. It is empty of anyone else, and even has a haze of cigarette smoke. He moves towards his room against the wall, listening to the ship harder than he ever has before. The mosquito buzzing of the machinery around him becomes a flat out roar in his ears. He can hear the scuttling of cockroaches, which normally hide from the light but now have no fear of darkness, and are impossible to get rid of on any space-going vessel.

He resists the urge to open his eyes, knowing the darkness will be so deep that it's pointless. He hopes Augusto hasn't shot up or somehow destroyed the switches in his room that bring the lighting back online. At the very least, there is a high-powered flashlight in his room, and he'd just recharged the batteries in it.

He can't hear any sign of Dylan Augusto, who could be in any part of the ship. Quietly he slides into his room, when suddenly there is the cold steel of a firearm against his neck. Jet is tense and ready this time, falling down in a crouch, pulling his own weapon. They both fire at other at once, the room filling with the thunderous sound and flashing light from their weapons, and Jet feels the familiar tear of hot metal through his skin. Right through his good arm, high up. But it doesn't hurt yet, and Jet lunges for the lights. The scent of gunpowder stings his nose.

Two bullets left.

The lights slowly flicker on and Jet sees Augusto's surprise, and taking advantage of it, he runs at him and tackles him. They fall into Jet's bonsai plants, water and dirt flying up and into Jet's face. Augusto recovers and kicks him off.

Frantically, Jet tries to clear his vision. He fires one more bullet at Augusto, and sees it hit him in the shoulder. Augusto barely flinches as it goes through his metal skin.

"How sad, old man," Augusto tells him. "Nothing you can do will stop me."

With one bullet left, Jet aims at the grinning man. The trigger causes no reaction from the gun; no light, no sound, just clicks.

"A misfire. That's too bad for you. Now give me your all your bounty earnings and I'll let you live, old man," Augusto tells him, as he levels his own gun at Jet's head.

Jet's eyes drop from Augusto's; he stares down at his gun. With a quick movement he removes the last unfired bullet from the gun and looks down at it, then tosses it away. Still holding the gun, Jet searches for the source of the bleeding from his gunshot arm, then presses the back of his metal hand on it to slow it down.

"Can you just explain something to me, Augusto? Why all the machinery, man? You got more metal in you than blood, looks to me."

"That's obvious, isn't it? I can live forever, the more mechanical I get. No one'll stop me. They don't even try. Why are you asking me? You've got a graft right there."

"I lost my arm in an accident."

Augusto laughs. "That's a really sad story. Yeah, that's pretty pathetic. Too bad you didn't go in for more. It feels great. No one can touch you."

"Who's Bonnie? Is that your father she just flew off with, bleeding to death? She your sister?"

"Was my sister," Augusto replies, his smile falling a bit. "I'm a new man now. Got different priorities."

"I can help her and your father –"

"All right, enough stalling. Where's the bounty money?"

"There isn't any. That guy on the net lied. You came out here for nothing."

"That's crap. You're going to bleed to death stalling like that." He was right. It was now or never. Jet tosses the handgun at Augusto to startle him, then retreats through his door. A bullet ricochets off the frame as Jet stumbles in his bare feet back towards the hangar, where he hoped to lure Augusto in an attempt to somehow open the hangar, catch Augusto off guard, and let him get sucked into space. It was doomed to fail but was the last recourse Jet could think of.

Augusto chases after him, yelling, but Jet can't focus on the words, slowly losing his grip as he loses more blood. A gunshot bristles him, and Jet assumes he's dead or dying. There's no pain; he can't feel anything. Everything goes black as Jet falls to the floor.