Chapter 2
Spike arrived at the airport at a quarter to eight. He was early. He looked around at the new airport. It wasn't really an "airport" but everyone called it that nonetheless. It was big and the roof was made of glass. He looked up at it and squinted against the sun's early rays. "Is that… a restaurant?"
It was, the shiny silver pole that led to the restaurant in the sky illuminated the small elevator that traveled up and down it. He rolled his eyes. "What's next?" he mumbled. Spike walked toward the entrance of the airport figuring he could buy a coffee and a donut before Julia's friend showed up. The sliding doors separated and he was left with a modern looking area. He traveled down the left hall toward a snack bar. "One coffee and a glazed donut," he said to the cashier, waving six bucks in the air.
"Yes sir, and what size did you want?" the cashier asked politely.
Spike shook his head. "I don't care, I just want a coffee."
"But sir," the cashier pressed, "would you like a small, medium, or large?"
"I said I want a coffee."
"Yes, but what size?"
"GIVE ME A SMALL GODDAMMIT!"
"Uh, um, yes, I'm sorry-- right away-- sir…" the cashier stuttered apologetically as he watched a small crowd of people gather around the concession stand.
"Goddamn. What do I have to do to get a coffee around here," Spike muttered annoyed.
"S-- Sorry… here's your coffee… sir."
"Thank-you," he said taking his coffee and donut, "for nothing."
As Spike continued his march toward D12 he drank his coffee slowly. He needed his coffee, more than anything in the world. He munched on his glazed donut and swallowed it whole. Spike glanced around the nylon-covered seats. "Women, always late."
He finished his breakfast and looked at the clock. 8:30. "Damn, where is she? I'm not exactly patient…" He searched for a purple-haired woman. What was her name? Oh right… Faye… "Valentine, it sounds familiar…"
"Excuse me, but how do you know my name?" A body voiced.
Spike turned around and was left speechless. A woman, an incredibly beautiful woman, stood dressed in a dark green blouse accompanied by tight jeans.
"Well?" she asked.
"I… Hi, my name is Spike," he held out a hand, "I'm a friend of Julia's."
She looked at him as if trying to see if he was telling the truth. "Uh-huh. That's nice to know, but… where is she?"
"Today's Julia's anniversary," Spike said picking up her bags.
"Anniversary?" she questioned, allowing him to be trusted… for now.
He nodded. "Julia and Vicious, that's her boyfriend, went out to eat at some fancy restaurant."
She didn't say anything.
He looked back at her. Examining her closely. She didn't have long hair like Julia had said but instead it was cut short and flowed like Chinese silk. Her eyes were sparkling emeralds of jade and her face was soft and her lips full. She was quite a catch, he mused.
"Come on, my plane's just outside."
Faye gave him a long look and shifted uneasily.
"I'm not going to hurt you or anything," he promised, "trust me." He held out a hand.
Her red lips turned into a small smile. It had Spike's full attention. "All right cowboy, but on one condition," she said glancing out the airport windows to his jet.
He nodded mesmerized.
"I get to drive the Swordfish."
Spike arrived at the airport at a quarter to eight. He was early. He looked around at the new airport. It wasn't really an "airport" but everyone called it that nonetheless. It was big and the roof was made of glass. He looked up at it and squinted against the sun's early rays. "Is that… a restaurant?"
It was, the shiny silver pole that led to the restaurant in the sky illuminated the small elevator that traveled up and down it. He rolled his eyes. "What's next?" he mumbled. Spike walked toward the entrance of the airport figuring he could buy a coffee and a donut before Julia's friend showed up. The sliding doors separated and he was left with a modern looking area. He traveled down the left hall toward a snack bar. "One coffee and a glazed donut," he said to the cashier, waving six bucks in the air.
"Yes sir, and what size did you want?" the cashier asked politely.
Spike shook his head. "I don't care, I just want a coffee."
"But sir," the cashier pressed, "would you like a small, medium, or large?"
"I said I want a coffee."
"Yes, but what size?"
"GIVE ME A SMALL GODDAMMIT!"
"Uh, um, yes, I'm sorry-- right away-- sir…" the cashier stuttered apologetically as he watched a small crowd of people gather around the concession stand.
"Goddamn. What do I have to do to get a coffee around here," Spike muttered annoyed.
"S-- Sorry… here's your coffee… sir."
"Thank-you," he said taking his coffee and donut, "for nothing."
As Spike continued his march toward D12 he drank his coffee slowly. He needed his coffee, more than anything in the world. He munched on his glazed donut and swallowed it whole. Spike glanced around the nylon-covered seats. "Women, always late."
He finished his breakfast and looked at the clock. 8:30. "Damn, where is she? I'm not exactly patient…" He searched for a purple-haired woman. What was her name? Oh right… Faye… "Valentine, it sounds familiar…"
"Excuse me, but how do you know my name?" A body voiced.
Spike turned around and was left speechless. A woman, an incredibly beautiful woman, stood dressed in a dark green blouse accompanied by tight jeans.
"Well?" she asked.
"I… Hi, my name is Spike," he held out a hand, "I'm a friend of Julia's."
She looked at him as if trying to see if he was telling the truth. "Uh-huh. That's nice to know, but… where is she?"
"Today's Julia's anniversary," Spike said picking up her bags.
"Anniversary?" she questioned, allowing him to be trusted… for now.
He nodded. "Julia and Vicious, that's her boyfriend, went out to eat at some fancy restaurant."
She didn't say anything.
He looked back at her. Examining her closely. She didn't have long hair like Julia had said but instead it was cut short and flowed like Chinese silk. Her eyes were sparkling emeralds of jade and her face was soft and her lips full. She was quite a catch, he mused.
"Come on, my plane's just outside."
Faye gave him a long look and shifted uneasily.
"I'm not going to hurt you or anything," he promised, "trust me." He held out a hand.
Her red lips turned into a small smile. It had Spike's full attention. "All right cowboy, but on one condition," she said glancing out the airport windows to his jet.
He nodded mesmerized.
"I get to drive the Swordfish."