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Hello all. Sorry no song this time.
Ingredients for Disaster
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Jet stood up on wobbly legs. He wasn't used to being thrown into walls. He quickly took a look around and noticed that most people had vacated the premises, but some stayed to watch the show. Robert grinned and sauntered over to Jet. Jet put his hands up in reflex to the punch the Robert just sent his way. Jet stopped the man's hand inches before it came in contact with his face.
Jet squeezed Robert's fingers together, trying to break them. Robert let out a noise that sounded a lot like a dog growling. While Robert's attention was fixed on what was happening to his hand, Jet kicked him in the stomach repeatedly. This caught Robert off guard and sent him hurling backwards. Jet let go of his hand after twisting it slightly. He pulled out his gun and aimed it at Robert's head.
"Now, we can do this the easy way or we can do thi-arg," Jet was topped in mid-sentence when some grabbed him in a chokehold from behind.
Robert slowly stood while staring daggers at Jet. Jet grabbed at the arm around his neck, trying to get whomever it was to let go. Robert narrowed his eyes at Jet and walked over. He pulled a radio out of his pocket. He tossed it around a little.
"This looks rather expensive," He sarcastically stated.
Jet stared at him, wondering what he was going to do next.
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Spike finished his drink and looked over his shoulder to see if the huge mob of people was still there. They were. It would be hard to get out of there, but it would make it easier to escape without paying. There came the familiar noise of crashing, bottles breaking, and yelling. He turned around and slipped of the barstool. He escaped into the sea of people.
After weaving through what seemed to be an endless stream of people, Spike finally emerged from the crowd. What he thought might be Cole, or one of his buddies, were just two drunken bums. 'Probably fighting over some woman . . . but aren't we all?' Spike thought dryly. After that thought, as if on cue, a man wearing a business suit sprinted through the door.
"Huh?" Spike pondered out loud.
The man was number two that worked with Code. The one named Brian Cruisium. (Did he have another name? I scanned the last chapter, but didn't find one. Tell em if I looked over it!) Brian continued running to the back of the bar. The woman that ran in behind me made Spike's jaw drop to the floor.
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"Better keep this, it might come in handy later," Robert said and stuffed the radio in his pocket.
The man that had a hold of Jet slammed the butt of his gun against Jet's head, rendering him unconscious. Jet wok up to find himself tied to a chair. All the lights around him were turned on, which contradicted what he usually experienced in this situation. Robert left them on; everyone who watched the news knew what he looked like now anyway.
Upon looking around, Jet noticed that was walls were a dull, rusty gray. 'Just like the Bebop' he mused. He looked the other way, noticing it was rather familiar. 'Holy shit- it is the Bebop!'
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'What the heck? How can she- Crap, she's getting away,' Spike was thinking to many things at one time, and trying to pick his jaw up off the floor. The woman that had just run by him looked so much like Faye it was unbelievable. 'But Faye's dead. Well, maybe she's not. Or maybe this woman just looks like her.' Spike was still trying to get his thoughts straight while running after them at the same time.
"Faye!" Spike yelled, to see if he could get the woman's attention. He yelled to see if there was any reaction from the woman. He yelled to see if she was indeed, Faye.
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Wow, don't you think this chapter was interesting? Note the sarcasm in my voice, lol. This is not one of the best - or longest - chapters, I know that, but I'll put it up anyway, It's not that bad! Well, thanks for reading, please leave a review, hope you liked, and goodbye!
Hello all. Sorry no song this time.
Ingredients for Disaster
~*~
Jet stood up on wobbly legs. He wasn't used to being thrown into walls. He quickly took a look around and noticed that most people had vacated the premises, but some stayed to watch the show. Robert grinned and sauntered over to Jet. Jet put his hands up in reflex to the punch the Robert just sent his way. Jet stopped the man's hand inches before it came in contact with his face.
Jet squeezed Robert's fingers together, trying to break them. Robert let out a noise that sounded a lot like a dog growling. While Robert's attention was fixed on what was happening to his hand, Jet kicked him in the stomach repeatedly. This caught Robert off guard and sent him hurling backwards. Jet let go of his hand after twisting it slightly. He pulled out his gun and aimed it at Robert's head.
"Now, we can do this the easy way or we can do thi-arg," Jet was topped in mid-sentence when some grabbed him in a chokehold from behind.
Robert slowly stood while staring daggers at Jet. Jet grabbed at the arm around his neck, trying to get whomever it was to let go. Robert narrowed his eyes at Jet and walked over. He pulled a radio out of his pocket. He tossed it around a little.
"This looks rather expensive," He sarcastically stated.
Jet stared at him, wondering what he was going to do next.
~*~
Spike finished his drink and looked over his shoulder to see if the huge mob of people was still there. They were. It would be hard to get out of there, but it would make it easier to escape without paying. There came the familiar noise of crashing, bottles breaking, and yelling. He turned around and slipped of the barstool. He escaped into the sea of people.
After weaving through what seemed to be an endless stream of people, Spike finally emerged from the crowd. What he thought might be Cole, or one of his buddies, were just two drunken bums. 'Probably fighting over some woman . . . but aren't we all?' Spike thought dryly. After that thought, as if on cue, a man wearing a business suit sprinted through the door.
"Huh?" Spike pondered out loud.
The man was number two that worked with Code. The one named Brian Cruisium. (Did he have another name? I scanned the last chapter, but didn't find one. Tell em if I looked over it!) Brian continued running to the back of the bar. The woman that ran in behind me made Spike's jaw drop to the floor.
~*~
"Better keep this, it might come in handy later," Robert said and stuffed the radio in his pocket.
The man that had a hold of Jet slammed the butt of his gun against Jet's head, rendering him unconscious. Jet wok up to find himself tied to a chair. All the lights around him were turned on, which contradicted what he usually experienced in this situation. Robert left them on; everyone who watched the news knew what he looked like now anyway.
Upon looking around, Jet noticed that was walls were a dull, rusty gray. 'Just like the Bebop' he mused. He looked the other way, noticing it was rather familiar. 'Holy shit- it is the Bebop!'
~*~
'What the heck? How can she- Crap, she's getting away,' Spike was thinking to many things at one time, and trying to pick his jaw up off the floor. The woman that had just run by him looked so much like Faye it was unbelievable. 'But Faye's dead. Well, maybe she's not. Or maybe this woman just looks like her.' Spike was still trying to get his thoughts straight while running after them at the same time.
"Faye!" Spike yelled, to see if he could get the woman's attention. He yelled to see if there was any reaction from the woman. He yelled to see if she was indeed, Faye.
~*~
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Wow, don't you think this chapter was interesting? Note the sarcasm in my voice, lol. This is not one of the best - or longest - chapters, I know that, but I'll put it up anyway, It's not that bad! Well, thanks for reading, please leave a review, hope you liked, and goodbye!