Chapter Two: Abduction
Faye stared at the new woman who would be joining them on the Bebop. Faye liked being the woman of the ship and she didn't like anyone coming and taking her position. Instead of saying this though, she put on a friendly smiled. "Welcome to the Bebop. I'm Faye."
She'd been a member of the Bebop crew for only three days after her first encounter with Jet when he announced that they would be picking up Faye, Ed, and Ein.
Angel felt comfortable where she was. It was like she'd never robbed him at all. Jet warmed up to her quickly. Spike, on the other hand, was still angry that he wasn't going to be getting the 100 million woolongs. He spent most of his time toying with her SharkShift, not that she was complaining. She wasn't too fond of the peice of junk anyway. "I'm Angel. It's nice to meet you, Faye."
"Faye Faye made a new friend." Announced Ed, who stood off to the side.
"That's Ed, and the mutt is Ein. So how did you come to be a member of our pathetic little crew?"
"I ran into Jet when we were on Venus and we just sort of clicked. He invited me to the Bebop, and I said sure, and here we are."
Faye didn't buy the story and Angel didn't blame her. It wasn't one of the best excuses she's thought of. She let out a breathe of air she'd been holding when Faye shrugged. "That isn't like Jet to just invite someone he's only just met. But then again, you can't really be sure of what these guys are planning to do next."
Spike walked out of the Bebop, which was parked and floating in the waters of Mars, and walked up behind Angel. He leaned on her shoulder casually and nearly knocked her over with his weight. The small group, minus Jet, stood around, chatting it up on the Bebop longer then any of them had the patience for.
They were at wit's end when Jet stepped onto the Bebop and walked up to them with a handful of papers. "Here they are. I went to the police station and rounded up all the information on Angel they had. Take a look."
Angel took the papers and read:
Name: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Gender: Unknown
Height: Unknown
Weight: Unknown
Eye Color: Unknown
Hair Color: Unknown
Criminal Record: Unknown
History: Unknown
Known for: Skilled at handling any kind of weapon and/or star ship
has vast knowledge in many types of martial arts/fighting styles
She looked up, turning her attention back to Jet. "They don't know anything about me."
He nodded and smiled. "There was no reason to put the bounty on your head since they don't even know how you look."
He reached out and took the papers from her and flipped through them. He pulled out another sheet and handed it to her and Angel read outloud, "One hundred million woolong prize to the first person to bring this character into us, dead or alive."
"The only people that can have a shot at the money is the people who know who you are and if they were going to turn you in they would have already done it. You're perfectly safe, bounty or not."
Angel took everything Jet said into consideration. He was right, she was practically safe from anyone. She never told people who she was, and no one would expect her to be the head carrying any type of bounty.
"You're right, Jet. I'm perfectly safe."
Angel slept on the sofa, like she had been for the past three days. She had a pillow, blanket, and she was comfortably watching TV. She flipped through the channels and stopped when she saw something of interest.
An anchorman sat at a desk on the television and he spoke in the usual news caster voice. "... has no idea who this person is. There is a 100 million woolong bounty out for anyone who can bring the person in, dead or alive. Not much information has been released but we are now sure this person is..." He checked a paper he held in his hand. "... 5'4" with. Upon further investigation more information could be..."
Angel turned off the TV. They were slowly gaining more information on her and she knew she couldn't hide forever.
She closed her eyes and was drifting slowly off to sleep when she heard the door leading outside open. She sat up and looked around the room, but saw nothing. It was half dark and her eyes had already adjusted to the light. If there was anyone with her in the room, she would see them. Besides, Ein can take care of them. With new confidence she layed back down and closed her eyes to sleep again.
Click. Angel sat upright as soon as she heard the sound and reached for the gun she kept holstered under her cloths on her thigh. When she felt it in her hand she wrapped her fingers around it and pulled it out, holding it in front of her and keeping her attention on the room around her. Click. What the hell is that? She couldn't figure out what it was, and she knew it wasn't a gun. She slowly raised herself off of the sofa. Click. I know what it is. Her body went rigid and she suddenly couldn't move. She didn't think anyone was with her, but someone was. Someone was closer to her then she thought, and this alarmed her. When a hand holding a piece of cloth quickly covered her face, Angel knew by the smell of the cloth that she wouldn't have time to fight back. When the gun fell from her grasp and she began to feel dizzy and everything around her went black, she had a hunch that she wasn't going to wake up in the Bebop.