Hey there people! And by people, I mean the about 2 people who read my
story! ^_^ Ok, this is going to be a short intro, but I'd like to start it
out by thanking D.Angel. She's read this story since the beginning, giving
me guidance and a will to go on with the story. For that, I truly say
"Thank You!" Anyway, now on with the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop! Again, I'M POOR! IN ALASKA!
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"So, you're the new leader huh?" Vicious said, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Yes, my name's Joe," the man said. He extended his hand for Vicious to shake, but Vicious didn't move.
"Joe?" Vicious said. "The last person that I knew with that name was my grandfather."
"Blame my parents, it stuck with me," Joe said, putting his hand in his pocket. "I don't believe in silly nicknames used to intimidate people."
"Oh, my name's silly is it?" Vicious said, tilting his head to the side. Fadia made a little cough in the back of her throat and shook her head.
"Something you want to say Fadia?" Joe asked looking over at Fadia, his good-natured face not changing.
"No sir," Fadia said looking down. "Just something in my throat." It seemed to Vicious as if Joe was glaring and growling at Fadia from the way she was acting, even Trev was quivering slightly. Vicious glanced at each of them, one eyebrow raised, then turned back to Joe.
"Apparently the people standing next to me know something about you that I don't Joe," Vicious said, putting his hands down by his side.
"When people upset me, my mood becomes, how do I put this, erratic," Joe said with a small smile playing on his lips.
"Short temper huh?" Vicious asked.
"Something like that, or so I've been told," Joe replied.
"Then we should get along just fine," Vicious said with a smirk. "Now then Joe, let's cut to the chase. You called me to this place for a reason, what is it?"
"A man who knows when to get down to business, I admire that. Very well Vicious, do come and sit down," Joe said leading Vicious over to his desk one level up. (A/N: You remember that the room was 2 storied.) Vicious sat down in a chair in front of the desk that Vicious had often guessed that an electric chair looked and felt like. Trev and Fadia stood by the chair, one on the left and the other on the right. They once again stood in the 'at- ease' position, jaws clenched. Joe looked from Trev to Fadia, and then turned his head to Vicious, his face serious. "Ok Vicious, you wanna cut to the chase, then we'll cut to the chase. I summoned you here because I have a job for you."
"I kind of got that message by now," Vicious said, sitting straight up, eye level with Joe, Vicious hated having to look up at people. Joe raised an eyebrow but then immediately put it back down, Vicious couldn't decide whether he'd done it on purpose or if it was some form of twitch.
"Yes, I suspected that you would have. I know that you're a skilled assassin and I can tell by your previous work that you have no trouble with killing in cold blood," Joe said, hitting Vicious with a piercing stare.
"None what so ever," Vicious said quietly, returning the stare.
"Then you're just right for the job," Joe said with a half smile. He pushed his chair away from the desk and dug around in one of the drawers. Seconds later, he slapped a file down in front of Vicious and scooted back up into the desk. "Open it."
Vicious opened the file; inside there was just a bunch of papers. "What is this?" he asked, coming across a birth certificate. The certificate was a copy, it said 'Jasmine Ming' and judging by the date on it, Vicious guessed that she was at least 30.
"Ok, you don't strike me as the kind of person who like to dig through paperwork, so I'll give you the basic sum of it," Joe said, sitting back in his chair. "This woman Jasmine was married to one of our main operatives and was majorly involved in the syndicate five years ago. The husband was a good guy, nothing special but still good and honest. Unfortunately, he was a peacher, for lack of a better word, snitch, tattle-taler, etc."
"I get the point," Vicious said.
"Very well, I'll continue," Joe said. "He became sort of a double agent you could say, for the ISSP, and we couldn't have that."
"So you guys got rid of him," Vicious ended.
"Actually, you did. I'm surprised that you don't remember it Vicious," Joe said, putting his elbows up on the desk.
"Well, five years ago I had other things on my mind. Also there were a ton of people who betrayed us that year," Vicious said, leaning back in his chair, his hands on the arm rests.
"Us or you?" Joe asked, resting his chin on his hands.
"It's not wise to piss me off Joe," Vicious growled. "Don't forget, stuff happens when I get rubbed the wrong way too."
"Hey sorry about that. So anyway, you killed her husband, she continued on with the syndicate, but we were always suspicious. We had people tracking her everywhere she went. It took her five years but she finally betrayed us. And that's why I called you here," Joe said, gazing off into space.
"So in other words this woman ratted us out about something and now you just want me to shoot her?" Vicious said.
"Or stab, I hear that you have full mobility back with that thing," Joe said, pointing to Vicious's arm.
"That suits my tastes more I think," Vicious said. "You don't by any chance have a picture or an address for this girl do you? It'll be kind of hard to kill her if I don't know what she looks like or even where to find her."
"Ever hear of a phone book?" Joe asked, tilting his head to the side.
Vicious raised an eyebrow at this, "You've got to be kidding me."
"Do I look like a kidding man to you?" Joe asked.
"Well, I could tell you what I think that you look like, but I get the feeling that before I could get to it, Fadia would have something else stuck in her throat," Vicious said.
"You know, most of the time I would hurt people for that, but I like you, so I'm just gonna do this," Joe said and he snapped his fingers.
"What does that do?" Vicious asked, looking around.
"It does this," Fadia said. She reached into her jacket and pulled out a few pictures.
"No idea why you were asked here huh?" Vicious said, taking the pictures from Fadia.
"You should know that you can't trust anyone in this business," Fadia said.
"Yah, I know first hand," Vicious said taking a look at the pictures. As soon as he looked at the first one he froze. It was that woman! The same woman that had run away from him the day he's gotten out of prison. She didn't look the syndicate type to him, but then again neither did Fadia.
"You know this girl?" Joe asked, seeing the wide-eyed look on Vicious's face.
"We've . . . met before" Vicious said, putting the picture into his jacket pocket. "Now then Joe, if there's nothing else I'll be going."
"Fine, I'm sure you know your way out," Joe said pointing towards the door. "Trev. Fadia. Go with him, I'm assigning you both on this."
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It was after midnight by the time they stepped out of the building into the cool night air. "Well, I guess that we should be getting home," Fadia said popping her back. "I hate having to go see Joe. That guy never lets anyone sit done, with the exception of you that is."
"Well whatever, I'm tired, come on let's go," Vicious said, walking down the street.
"You coming Trev?" Fadia asked. Trev mumbled something about having a place to stay and rather dying then spending the night in the same room as Vicious. "Very well, see you later!" Fadia said, glancing over head as a comet passed by. "What kind on as omen is that for us I wonder? Hey Vicious, wait up!" (A/N: Comets were seen as holy omens in ancient times. It's amazing what you can learn by flipping channels!)
Ok, how many of you saw that ending coming? Show of hands! . . . . . . . . . . Wow, I must be loosing it! Anyway, see you next chapter!
Vicious: IF SHE DOESN'T KILL ME OFF BY THEN! _
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop! Again, I'M POOR! IN ALASKA!
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"So, you're the new leader huh?" Vicious said, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Yes, my name's Joe," the man said. He extended his hand for Vicious to shake, but Vicious didn't move.
"Joe?" Vicious said. "The last person that I knew with that name was my grandfather."
"Blame my parents, it stuck with me," Joe said, putting his hand in his pocket. "I don't believe in silly nicknames used to intimidate people."
"Oh, my name's silly is it?" Vicious said, tilting his head to the side. Fadia made a little cough in the back of her throat and shook her head.
"Something you want to say Fadia?" Joe asked looking over at Fadia, his good-natured face not changing.
"No sir," Fadia said looking down. "Just something in my throat." It seemed to Vicious as if Joe was glaring and growling at Fadia from the way she was acting, even Trev was quivering slightly. Vicious glanced at each of them, one eyebrow raised, then turned back to Joe.
"Apparently the people standing next to me know something about you that I don't Joe," Vicious said, putting his hands down by his side.
"When people upset me, my mood becomes, how do I put this, erratic," Joe said with a small smile playing on his lips.
"Short temper huh?" Vicious asked.
"Something like that, or so I've been told," Joe replied.
"Then we should get along just fine," Vicious said with a smirk. "Now then Joe, let's cut to the chase. You called me to this place for a reason, what is it?"
"A man who knows when to get down to business, I admire that. Very well Vicious, do come and sit down," Joe said leading Vicious over to his desk one level up. (A/N: You remember that the room was 2 storied.) Vicious sat down in a chair in front of the desk that Vicious had often guessed that an electric chair looked and felt like. Trev and Fadia stood by the chair, one on the left and the other on the right. They once again stood in the 'at- ease' position, jaws clenched. Joe looked from Trev to Fadia, and then turned his head to Vicious, his face serious. "Ok Vicious, you wanna cut to the chase, then we'll cut to the chase. I summoned you here because I have a job for you."
"I kind of got that message by now," Vicious said, sitting straight up, eye level with Joe, Vicious hated having to look up at people. Joe raised an eyebrow but then immediately put it back down, Vicious couldn't decide whether he'd done it on purpose or if it was some form of twitch.
"Yes, I suspected that you would have. I know that you're a skilled assassin and I can tell by your previous work that you have no trouble with killing in cold blood," Joe said, hitting Vicious with a piercing stare.
"None what so ever," Vicious said quietly, returning the stare.
"Then you're just right for the job," Joe said with a half smile. He pushed his chair away from the desk and dug around in one of the drawers. Seconds later, he slapped a file down in front of Vicious and scooted back up into the desk. "Open it."
Vicious opened the file; inside there was just a bunch of papers. "What is this?" he asked, coming across a birth certificate. The certificate was a copy, it said 'Jasmine Ming' and judging by the date on it, Vicious guessed that she was at least 30.
"Ok, you don't strike me as the kind of person who like to dig through paperwork, so I'll give you the basic sum of it," Joe said, sitting back in his chair. "This woman Jasmine was married to one of our main operatives and was majorly involved in the syndicate five years ago. The husband was a good guy, nothing special but still good and honest. Unfortunately, he was a peacher, for lack of a better word, snitch, tattle-taler, etc."
"I get the point," Vicious said.
"Very well, I'll continue," Joe said. "He became sort of a double agent you could say, for the ISSP, and we couldn't have that."
"So you guys got rid of him," Vicious ended.
"Actually, you did. I'm surprised that you don't remember it Vicious," Joe said, putting his elbows up on the desk.
"Well, five years ago I had other things on my mind. Also there were a ton of people who betrayed us that year," Vicious said, leaning back in his chair, his hands on the arm rests.
"Us or you?" Joe asked, resting his chin on his hands.
"It's not wise to piss me off Joe," Vicious growled. "Don't forget, stuff happens when I get rubbed the wrong way too."
"Hey sorry about that. So anyway, you killed her husband, she continued on with the syndicate, but we were always suspicious. We had people tracking her everywhere she went. It took her five years but she finally betrayed us. And that's why I called you here," Joe said, gazing off into space.
"So in other words this woman ratted us out about something and now you just want me to shoot her?" Vicious said.
"Or stab, I hear that you have full mobility back with that thing," Joe said, pointing to Vicious's arm.
"That suits my tastes more I think," Vicious said. "You don't by any chance have a picture or an address for this girl do you? It'll be kind of hard to kill her if I don't know what she looks like or even where to find her."
"Ever hear of a phone book?" Joe asked, tilting his head to the side.
Vicious raised an eyebrow at this, "You've got to be kidding me."
"Do I look like a kidding man to you?" Joe asked.
"Well, I could tell you what I think that you look like, but I get the feeling that before I could get to it, Fadia would have something else stuck in her throat," Vicious said.
"You know, most of the time I would hurt people for that, but I like you, so I'm just gonna do this," Joe said and he snapped his fingers.
"What does that do?" Vicious asked, looking around.
"It does this," Fadia said. She reached into her jacket and pulled out a few pictures.
"No idea why you were asked here huh?" Vicious said, taking the pictures from Fadia.
"You should know that you can't trust anyone in this business," Fadia said.
"Yah, I know first hand," Vicious said taking a look at the pictures. As soon as he looked at the first one he froze. It was that woman! The same woman that had run away from him the day he's gotten out of prison. She didn't look the syndicate type to him, but then again neither did Fadia.
"You know this girl?" Joe asked, seeing the wide-eyed look on Vicious's face.
"We've . . . met before" Vicious said, putting the picture into his jacket pocket. "Now then Joe, if there's nothing else I'll be going."
"Fine, I'm sure you know your way out," Joe said pointing towards the door. "Trev. Fadia. Go with him, I'm assigning you both on this."
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It was after midnight by the time they stepped out of the building into the cool night air. "Well, I guess that we should be getting home," Fadia said popping her back. "I hate having to go see Joe. That guy never lets anyone sit done, with the exception of you that is."
"Well whatever, I'm tired, come on let's go," Vicious said, walking down the street.
"You coming Trev?" Fadia asked. Trev mumbled something about having a place to stay and rather dying then spending the night in the same room as Vicious. "Very well, see you later!" Fadia said, glancing over head as a comet passed by. "What kind on as omen is that for us I wonder? Hey Vicious, wait up!" (A/N: Comets were seen as holy omens in ancient times. It's amazing what you can learn by flipping channels!)
Ok, how many of you saw that ending coming? Show of hands! . . . . . . . . . . Wow, I must be loosing it! Anyway, see you next chapter!
Vicious: IF SHE DOESN'T KILL ME OFF BY THEN! _