Been awhile.no explanations. Time to get this chapter out of my head.
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop.
Code Red Part 2
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Spike slowly forced the sound out of his head. He scanned the area to try and locate Code. After about the third time, Spike finally saw him. Atleast he saw the shadow that he thought could be him. Spike fired off in the direction. The shadow moved. A verification that it was Code.
"Watch it Spike! You might hit somebody!" Code called from the darkness.
"Your point?" Spike said to himself.
There was another flash of a flame. Spike presumed it was just another cigarette. The bastard. Spike shot in that direction. There was what could be called a grunt, then nothing. The shadow hadn't moved and there was no noise. Spike shot at the shadow again. Nothing.
He warily walked over to the other side of the room. He ran a hand along the wall and just out of pure luck-which he usually doesn't have-he found a switch. He switched it on and, out of pure luck, the lights flickered on. Spike grinned, but his face fell again when he seen that the shadow was still there, but it seemed to be coming from nothing.
Spike quickly looked up to the ceiling. There was nothing there. He looked back down and sure enough, the shadow was still there. Spike cursed his head off as he scanned the rest of the room. It looked to be a hangar of some sort. He emptied the rest of the gun into the shadow before turning and running toward the door at the other end of the vast room.
As soon as he reached the door he turned around to double check that he was the only person in the room. He practically flew through the door and through some hallways to the outside. All the way he is pondering on how Code got out of there without him noticing. He was also a little freaked about a shadow that wasn't supposed to be there, but was.
He shuddered, just a passing thought. He quickly pushed the thought to the back off his head as he saw the Swordfish 2 looming in front of him. He opened the cockpit and jumped in. After he closed the cockpit he slumped against the seat, still cursing in his head.
A sound over the comlink shook him out of his ticked-off mood for the moment. It was gone as soon as it had come. He listened for a few more moments before he heard a gruff voice on the other end of the comlink.
"Spike! Where are you?" the voice said.
"What?" Spike sighed as he answered the radio.
"Where have you been?" Jet questioned accusingly.
"Around." Spike answered simply.
"I hate it when you say that," Jet began, "I found out some things."
"And I hate it when you say that."
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Spike walked into the Bebop and headed straight for what could be a living room. Jet was in the kitchen, fixing his special. ::Cough, cough:: Spike leaned on the door frame and looked at him.
"The hospital done what . . . ?" Spike questioned.
"Took the money. Won't give it back, either." Jet said without looking up.
"What was Faye doing with it in the first place?" Spike asked.
"Probably doing one of those 'Don't come look for me' stunts again" Jet answered.
"So, let me get this straight. Faye took our money, AGAIN. She goes and gets halfway killed and the hospital takes it . . . ?" Spike asks.
"Yep." Jet confirms.
"She didn't have any money with her." Spike points out.
"She what?"
"When I took her to the hospital, there was no way she could have any money on her. They didn't go get her ship did they?" Spike grits his teeth.
"I don't think so, but the money is gone and the hospital has it."
"Somethings not right here."
"There's never anything right here." Jet points out.
"What are we gonna do about it?" Spike questions.
"What can we do about it? This is a hospital we are talking about." Jet says.
"What if it wasn't the hospital, because . . . because . . . Faye didn't have any friggin' money with her! She couldn't have! And if she did, that fuckwad," He points in the direction Code was, "probably took it. So how the hell did the hospital get it?"
Spike is pretty ticked-off right about now. After all, he hasn't had a very good week. Jet shrugs, helplessly. He gives him one of those looks like 'Well, then go find out, Sherlock.' He turns back to the food. Spike sighs and walks into the other room. He falls un-gracefully onto the couch and stares up at the fan.
He always hated that thing. It made to much noise and it looked like it could fall on him and slice his chest up. It gave him a few idea of what he could do to Code if he ever faced him again. If only Vicious was still around. Spike could steal his katana and play 'falling fan' for a while. Spike rolled over onto his side and fell into a light sleep.
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Short, to the point, they might be a little OOC, especially Jet. Didn't have a song in that one, sorry. I just couldn't find one for this chapter. Well, I've gotta go, cya.
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop.
Code Red Part 2
~
Spike slowly forced the sound out of his head. He scanned the area to try and locate Code. After about the third time, Spike finally saw him. Atleast he saw the shadow that he thought could be him. Spike fired off in the direction. The shadow moved. A verification that it was Code.
"Watch it Spike! You might hit somebody!" Code called from the darkness.
"Your point?" Spike said to himself.
There was another flash of a flame. Spike presumed it was just another cigarette. The bastard. Spike shot in that direction. There was what could be called a grunt, then nothing. The shadow hadn't moved and there was no noise. Spike shot at the shadow again. Nothing.
He warily walked over to the other side of the room. He ran a hand along the wall and just out of pure luck-which he usually doesn't have-he found a switch. He switched it on and, out of pure luck, the lights flickered on. Spike grinned, but his face fell again when he seen that the shadow was still there, but it seemed to be coming from nothing.
Spike quickly looked up to the ceiling. There was nothing there. He looked back down and sure enough, the shadow was still there. Spike cursed his head off as he scanned the rest of the room. It looked to be a hangar of some sort. He emptied the rest of the gun into the shadow before turning and running toward the door at the other end of the vast room.
As soon as he reached the door he turned around to double check that he was the only person in the room. He practically flew through the door and through some hallways to the outside. All the way he is pondering on how Code got out of there without him noticing. He was also a little freaked about a shadow that wasn't supposed to be there, but was.
He shuddered, just a passing thought. He quickly pushed the thought to the back off his head as he saw the Swordfish 2 looming in front of him. He opened the cockpit and jumped in. After he closed the cockpit he slumped against the seat, still cursing in his head.
A sound over the comlink shook him out of his ticked-off mood for the moment. It was gone as soon as it had come. He listened for a few more moments before he heard a gruff voice on the other end of the comlink.
"Spike! Where are you?" the voice said.
"What?" Spike sighed as he answered the radio.
"Where have you been?" Jet questioned accusingly.
"Around." Spike answered simply.
"I hate it when you say that," Jet began, "I found out some things."
"And I hate it when you say that."
~*~
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Spike walked into the Bebop and headed straight for what could be a living room. Jet was in the kitchen, fixing his special. ::Cough, cough:: Spike leaned on the door frame and looked at him.
"The hospital done what . . . ?" Spike questioned.
"Took the money. Won't give it back, either." Jet said without looking up.
"What was Faye doing with it in the first place?" Spike asked.
"Probably doing one of those 'Don't come look for me' stunts again" Jet answered.
"So, let me get this straight. Faye took our money, AGAIN. She goes and gets halfway killed and the hospital takes it . . . ?" Spike asks.
"Yep." Jet confirms.
"She didn't have any money with her." Spike points out.
"She what?"
"When I took her to the hospital, there was no way she could have any money on her. They didn't go get her ship did they?" Spike grits his teeth.
"I don't think so, but the money is gone and the hospital has it."
"Somethings not right here."
"There's never anything right here." Jet points out.
"What are we gonna do about it?" Spike questions.
"What can we do about it? This is a hospital we are talking about." Jet says.
"What if it wasn't the hospital, because . . . because . . . Faye didn't have any friggin' money with her! She couldn't have! And if she did, that fuckwad," He points in the direction Code was, "probably took it. So how the hell did the hospital get it?"
Spike is pretty ticked-off right about now. After all, he hasn't had a very good week. Jet shrugs, helplessly. He gives him one of those looks like 'Well, then go find out, Sherlock.' He turns back to the food. Spike sighs and walks into the other room. He falls un-gracefully onto the couch and stares up at the fan.
He always hated that thing. It made to much noise and it looked like it could fall on him and slice his chest up. It gave him a few idea of what he could do to Code if he ever faced him again. If only Vicious was still around. Spike could steal his katana and play 'falling fan' for a while. Spike rolled over onto his side and fell into a light sleep.
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Short, to the point, they might be a little OOC, especially Jet. Didn't have a song in that one, sorry. I just couldn't find one for this chapter. Well, I've gotta go, cya.