Chapter Three: Ruined plans

"Angel?! Where the hell are you?!" Jet walked out of the kitchen and searched everwhere in the living room and still no sign of Angel.
"She isn't in here either." Spike walked into the living room from the door opposite Jet.
The two had been searching since they woke up, which had been about two hours ago. Jet had already sent Faye out in the Redtail to search outside.
"Maybe she ditched us, Jet. It would make sense. She doesn't want to get caught."
"That doesn't make sense, Spike. We weren't going to turn her in."
Spike lit a cigarette and flopped down on the sofa. "Maybe she thought we were."
Jet shook his head and picked up the blanket that Angel had used before she was kidnapped and started folding it.
Faye walked in and sat on the small yellow chair across from Spike and sighed. "Nowhere."
Jet groaned and sat next to Spike. "Where the hell is she?"
There was beeping coming from the cockpit and Jet sighed and lifted himself out of the chair. He made his way into the cockpit and flopped down into yet another seat, hitting a button causing a screen to come on. There was a man that Jet had never seen before, and would have past upon seeing him now. He wasn't the best looking guy in the universe.
The man laughed slightly and held up the small charm bracelet Jet remembered seeing Angel wearing.
"Holy shit. Spike! Get your ass in here!"
Jet could hear Spike running into the room and a second set of footsteps confirmed that Faye was following him. When Spike and Faye came in they cringed simultaneously when they saw the man on the screen. Jet didn't turn to the two who'd just entered, he kept his attention on the ugly man.
"She is quite pretty, is she not?" The man laughed when he saw the evil glare Jet was looking at him with. "You want her back, no?"
Jet growled. "You have Angel. How did you get her?"
"It was simple. You don't have a well gaurded ship."
Spike leaned over Jet so he could get a better look at the screen. "What do want with the girl?"
"Good question. You see, I have reason to believe that the bounty on her head is worth 100 million woolongs. If you want her back I want that money doubled."
The cigarette hanging out of Spike's mouth fell into Jet's lap. "Two hundred million?!"
"Damnit, Spike!"
Jet brushed off his lap and pushed Spike away from him. He turned back to the ugly man and smiled slightly. "Where are we supposed to get that much money?"
The man laughed and shrugged slightly. "That isn't my problem."

Exactly what she had expected, Angel woke up in a small room. She was on the floor and there was no furniture at all. She had a horrible headache from the chemical on the cloth and she had to struggled to sit up. When she saw the door she was quickly on her feet and banging on it. No one responded to her banging and yelling and Angel decided to resort to something more fun. She stepped back and kicked the door, causing it to fall out into the hall way. Martial arts expert. She thought to herself as a cocky smiled slid accross her face.
Upon stepped into the hallway Angel started to notice the pattern with the entire ship she was on. Everything was pale blue and every single wall had dark blue lining on the top and bottom. Strange... Where am I? She hesitantly wandered farther into the ship but was greeted suddenly by a tall man with shaggy brown hair and green eyes. She looked at him and was taken aback by how handsome he was.
"How did you get out?" His voice was deep and it made him all the more attractive.
Angel stammered over her words for about thirty seconds before the man took her roughly by the arm and drug her through the hall way into a large room with a bed in the middle. He tossed her on the bed and opened a cabinet in the corner of the room.
"I don't know how you got out of the cell. Care to tell me?"
She finally found her words, and she spoke with as much confidence as she could muster. "I kicked it down."
The handsome man laughed. "Yeah right."
"I did. Go look at it."
"I don't think a girl your age and... ahem... stature, could kick down a reinforced steel door."
"It was reinforced? I knew it. That's why it didn't give way immediatly. It doesn't matter though. It'll take more then reinforced steel to keep me cooped up."
The man turned to her, holding a stack of papers. He seemed to be studying her features and noting her shoulder length brown hair and hazel eyes. He finally walked up to her and dropped the papers in front of her.
Angel gasped when she saw pictures of a man so horrible, a man whom she hated so much, that she immediatly pushed them away and turned her head.
"Ah. You know who he is then?"
"Of course I know." She looked at the man. "But I don't know who you are. And why did you kidnap me?!"
"My name is Pryce. I was not the one who kidnapped you and besides, you have a 100 million woolong bounty on your head. Do you really need to ask why?"
There was a knock on the door and the same ugly man who'd spoken to Spike and Jet walked in and calmly spoke. "We're going to meet them on Mars. Two hundred million woolongs."
Pryce looked at the man and smiled, turning back to Angel and cupped his hand under her chin. "I'll have you know that your friends are going to pay us double the bounty on your head to get you back." He picked up the papers and threw them at her. "Fill in the blank spaces on these papers."
He left with the ugly man, slamming the door behind him.

Spike stood in the middle of an abandoned area or Mars, awaiting the arrival of his ugly little friend. They had made an agreement before the drop off was arranged. No weapons, no backup. Spike wasn't too good with deals. He shifted and felt the weight of Jet's Walther P99 under his coat. He lit a cigeratte and took a long drag from it when the ugly man, along with another man and Angel, walked up. He dropped his cigarette and smiled as he held out the breifcase he held in his hand.
Pryce smiled and shook his head. "Tsk tsk. I thought we said no backup."
"What are you talking about, I'm the only one here." Spike shrugged.
"I'm not stupid. You have two friends somewhere in this area and their waiting till the girl is in your hands before they open fire." The ugly man pulled out a fairly large gun and pointed it at Spike as Pryce continued talking. "Give me the money and we'll be on our way."
"What about Angel?"
Pryce chuckled slightly. "Oh, yes. The girl... I've changed my mind. I want to keep her."
Spike wasted no more time. He threw the breifcase at the ugly man with the gun as he dove behind a huge boulder. As soon as contact was made, the breifcase popped open revealing a ticking homemade bomb. Pryce took Angel quickly in his arms and pushed her to the ground, laying on top of her and covering her head. The bomb exploded, the ugly man having no time to get out of the line of fire was mutilated and intantly killed.
Spike took out the P99 and started firing at Pryce. Angel was still under him when his body went limp. She pushed him off her and checked the pulse in his neck, feeling nothing. Spike hit him just as he was starting to lean off of her, right in the head.
She wiped the little bit of Pryce's blood that had sprayed on her on his jacket and stood up with Spike immediatly at her side and helping her to the Bebop.