Here's chapter 3. Hope ya like it :P Enjoy!
Ah, I've been forgetting this: Disclaimer! I don't own Cowboy Bebop ::pout::
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Faye walked through the front doors of the dank saloon and made her way to the bar. "I have a feeling I'm going to need this drink." she muttered as she hopped onto a crappy stool in the sweltering bar. It was cooler outside than in this run down saloon.
"What will you have miss?" the bartender asked wiping down the counter in front of her.
"Surprise me." Faye said and turned around on her stool to scope out the place.
There were few people here, and it was no wonder. This place was seriously in need of some renovations. The wood floors were stained with who knows what. There was a lone pool table in the back corner where two people played. The pool table itself was in terrible condition. One leg was missing, and it was replaced by delicately placed books, which were also in bad shape. There were stains all over the once green felt of the pool table, and if Faye was counting correctly, it was missing a couple of game balls.
A lone fan spun around slowly above her head, and it was missing a blade. The few tables that were here looked as if they had seen better days.
"Here you are miss." the bartender said as Faye spun around to receive her drink.
"Thanks. Hey, um...would you happen to know if any other women come in here?" she asked taking a sip of her drink.
"Just one other. She usually is here by now. This is kinda like her hideout, but you didn't hear that from me." he said, cleaning a fractured glass now.
"Her hideout, huh? So she's on the run?" she inquired further while testing the drink out still.
"She's got a bounty on her head. She's done me no harm, so I let her hang out here. And she keeps the place clean for a free drink" he said.
"Ah." she replied and gulped down the rest of her drink. One of the pool players came up and sat next to Faye on an equally decrepit barstool.
"Hey gorgeous. What's a pretty little thing like you doing in a dump like this?" he said, half drunk as the words poured out of his mouth like hot butter. His hot breath fumed out of his mouth and wrapped itself around Faye's senses, almost making her gag.
"Oh, just getting a drink." she said and smiled at him remembering what Spike had said. "Innocent slut, my ass." she thought to herself.
"Aw well, lemme take you outta here to a place I know." he said, scooting his stool closer to her.
She stood up and bowed, "No thanks, I have plans with someone else. I don't think he'd–" she started to say when Spike came up behind her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
"Appreciate you hitting on my woman." he said, finishing her sentence giving the drunken man a "get lost" look.
"Aw shit, I was just saying hi." he said as he walked back to the pool table.
"So, I'm your woman now?" she asked, now sitting back down at the bar.
"Once again Faye, you wish. I was just getting rid of him so we could focus on the bounty." he said sitting at the now vacant barstool and motioning to the bartender for a drink.
"She's not here yet." Faye said blankly.
"I can see that," he said, "She'll be here."
The bartender brought over Spike's drink and went back to cleaning. They sat there and just watched time tick by until there was a sound outside.
"What the hell was that?" Faye asked, and Spike was already out the door to see.
Upon exiting the saloon, he saw a motorcycle on its side and a person pinned under it. He jogged over to it to help, and when he arrived, he saw that the person stuck under the bike was indeed who they'd been waiting for.
"Perfect timing." Spike said as he looked to see who was under the bike.
"Um, that's great and all, but I don't know you," she said and tried pushing the bike off of her, "Could you help me get this off before it cuts off circulation to anything?" she pleaded.
Just as she finished her sentence, Faye made her way to the scene only to smile and sigh in gratitude for the apparent ease at catching the bounty.
"Hey, look who it is!" Faye said calmly and looked down at Red.
"Ok, now this is creepy. I don't know either of you...unless..." she trailed off, sighing and laying her head down on the ground.
"That's right. We "know" you from Big Shot. So, we'll take this bike off your hands if you cooperate and come along with us." Spike said cooly.
"This really isn't fair! I haven't done anything wrong in months!" she argued.
"It's not our problem. Your bounty is going to feed me for weeks, so I don't really care right now." he said lifting the heavy motorcycle off of her small frame as he motioned for Faye to handcuff her so she couldn't get away.
"What about my bike?" she begged, now handcuffed and standing up.
"It doesn't seem like you can handle it. Maybe you shouldn't have bought such a big bike for your little figure." Faye commented.
"I didn't mean it that way, you idiot. I mean, what's gonna happen to it? I spent a lot of money on that thing!" she said.
"I don't think you need to worry about that now." Spike said as he led her to his ship.
"Hold it right there!" a man yelled from the distance.
"What the fu..." Spike started to say and turned around to see who it was.
"The bartender? Why does he care?" Faye asked aloud drawing her gun just in case.
"Leave her be! You can't take her!" he shouted, now running towards them. As he got closer, they noticed the large shotgun he was carrying at his side.
"Great..." Spike said and looked over at Faye.
"What the...?" she said.
"Let's just see what he's got to say. His gun is much bigger than ours." Spike said.
Once over to where they were standing, he stopped and let out a huge sigh, "You...can't...she's..." he panted, out of breath from running.
"You don't have to do this. Just take care of my bike. I'll be out soon." Red said to him.
"But...that's...not...enough...I mean...you are my da–"
"I said don't fucking worry about it old man! Just take care of the bike!" Red yelled at him.
"But..." he said in shock.
"No 'buts,' just do it. It's not a big deal." she said and nodded to her bike.
"Better listen to the little lady," Spike said, "They seem to know what they're talking about."
"How like you." Faye scoffed and kicked some dirt at him.
"And I'm not little!" Red howled and kicked Spike in the shin.
"Ow! Shit that hurts! Lets go! I'm not putting up with two of you at the same time!" he said and pushed Red up into the Swordfish II.
"Faye, you start heading to the ISSP headquarters where we can cash her in and get back to the ship." he shouted to her, now boarding her Redtail.
She nodded and hopped in, closing it up and starting up the ship with a roar. She took off in the direction of their destination and dug around for her cigarettes.
"I must admit, that was incredibly easy. Almost too easy..." she said to herself when she heard a "BOOM" from on the ground and watched a fiery explosion come from the front of the saloon. Spike was still on the ground, getting Red strapped in. Faye opened her com and shouted to Spike, "What the hell was that?!"
"It was her fucking motorcycle! It must've been carrying something! Come back down here to help me figure this out." he said and turned off the com. He jumped down from his ship and ran over to fire coming from the bike. The bartender was lying motionless a few feet away and Spike ran over to him to see if he needed medical attention.
"Hey! Are you awake?! Can you hear me? Say something!" he shouted, dragging the man away from the wreckage. Faye landed a few feet away from the Swordfish II and ran over to the scene.
The man suddenly jumped up and pointed the shotgun right at Spike's head. "Now you're gonna give me my daughter and get the hell out of here!" he screamed.
"Just calm down. Put the gun down and we'll give her over." he said calmly.
"NO! You get her out of that ship now and get out here!" he yelled, his gun shaking all over.
Faye tried to keep out of the way once she saw the bartender whip out his shotgun. She was Spike's best and only chance of getting the bounty at this point.
"I better not screw this up..." she whispered to herself. She crouched behind a tall bush and got her gun out.
"Oh I have a feeling you will sweetie." said Red from behind her and kicked the gun from Faye's hands.
"Shit! What is this?! Why can't one bounty just happen smoothly?!" Faye screamed, alerting the bartender's and Spike's attention to them.
"How the fuck did you get out of there?! I had you strapped in like sardines in a tin can!" Spike yelled in complaint.
"Got a little figure, remember?" she said grinning at him, now pointing a gun at Faye.
"You're both stuck now, so you might as well just listen to us," Red said as she pushed Faye next to Spike, "You're going to follow my pop here into his bar, and you aren't going to say a word. 'Kay? Can you handle that?"
Spike sent Faye a "Don't respond" look and they stood there, waiting the next command.
"I'll take that as a 'yes.' Let's go." Red said and pointed to the door.
They did just as she said and walked next to him into the bar. He led them into a back room and Red quietly asked the few guests to leave. The bartender motioned them over to a small couch in the back of the room, still pointing his shotgun at them.
"Now we're going to cuff ya up back here, probably tie ya up, too. Then we're going to make off with your fancy red ship," she said to Spike. "I'd take the other one, too, but I've already noticed the neat little remote you've got for it there sweetie." she said to Faye this time.
"How'd you...?" Faye began.
"Don't worry about it hun. Long story." Red said gathering an armful of rope as her dad/bartender kept his aim on them.
She continued to tie them back-to-back and cuffed their ankles up. "You two look pretty crafty, so I'm not taking any chances with you escaping. Have fun while we're gone!" she said. First, she walked over to Spike and began to dig through his pockets.
"Nice! A key and smokes! Someone after my heart!" she said and gestured for her dad to follow her.
About ten minutes after they heard the engines of the Swordfish II fire up and take off, Spike finally said, "Well, that went good."
Ah, I've been forgetting this: Disclaimer! I don't own Cowboy Bebop ::pout::
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Faye walked through the front doors of the dank saloon and made her way to the bar. "I have a feeling I'm going to need this drink." she muttered as she hopped onto a crappy stool in the sweltering bar. It was cooler outside than in this run down saloon.
"What will you have miss?" the bartender asked wiping down the counter in front of her.
"Surprise me." Faye said and turned around on her stool to scope out the place.
There were few people here, and it was no wonder. This place was seriously in need of some renovations. The wood floors were stained with who knows what. There was a lone pool table in the back corner where two people played. The pool table itself was in terrible condition. One leg was missing, and it was replaced by delicately placed books, which were also in bad shape. There were stains all over the once green felt of the pool table, and if Faye was counting correctly, it was missing a couple of game balls.
A lone fan spun around slowly above her head, and it was missing a blade. The few tables that were here looked as if they had seen better days.
"Here you are miss." the bartender said as Faye spun around to receive her drink.
"Thanks. Hey, um...would you happen to know if any other women come in here?" she asked taking a sip of her drink.
"Just one other. She usually is here by now. This is kinda like her hideout, but you didn't hear that from me." he said, cleaning a fractured glass now.
"Her hideout, huh? So she's on the run?" she inquired further while testing the drink out still.
"She's got a bounty on her head. She's done me no harm, so I let her hang out here. And she keeps the place clean for a free drink" he said.
"Ah." she replied and gulped down the rest of her drink. One of the pool players came up and sat next to Faye on an equally decrepit barstool.
"Hey gorgeous. What's a pretty little thing like you doing in a dump like this?" he said, half drunk as the words poured out of his mouth like hot butter. His hot breath fumed out of his mouth and wrapped itself around Faye's senses, almost making her gag.
"Oh, just getting a drink." she said and smiled at him remembering what Spike had said. "Innocent slut, my ass." she thought to herself.
"Aw well, lemme take you outta here to a place I know." he said, scooting his stool closer to her.
She stood up and bowed, "No thanks, I have plans with someone else. I don't think he'd–" she started to say when Spike came up behind her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
"Appreciate you hitting on my woman." he said, finishing her sentence giving the drunken man a "get lost" look.
"Aw shit, I was just saying hi." he said as he walked back to the pool table.
"So, I'm your woman now?" she asked, now sitting back down at the bar.
"Once again Faye, you wish. I was just getting rid of him so we could focus on the bounty." he said sitting at the now vacant barstool and motioning to the bartender for a drink.
"She's not here yet." Faye said blankly.
"I can see that," he said, "She'll be here."
The bartender brought over Spike's drink and went back to cleaning. They sat there and just watched time tick by until there was a sound outside.
"What the hell was that?" Faye asked, and Spike was already out the door to see.
Upon exiting the saloon, he saw a motorcycle on its side and a person pinned under it. He jogged over to it to help, and when he arrived, he saw that the person stuck under the bike was indeed who they'd been waiting for.
"Perfect timing." Spike said as he looked to see who was under the bike.
"Um, that's great and all, but I don't know you," she said and tried pushing the bike off of her, "Could you help me get this off before it cuts off circulation to anything?" she pleaded.
Just as she finished her sentence, Faye made her way to the scene only to smile and sigh in gratitude for the apparent ease at catching the bounty.
"Hey, look who it is!" Faye said calmly and looked down at Red.
"Ok, now this is creepy. I don't know either of you...unless..." she trailed off, sighing and laying her head down on the ground.
"That's right. We "know" you from Big Shot. So, we'll take this bike off your hands if you cooperate and come along with us." Spike said cooly.
"This really isn't fair! I haven't done anything wrong in months!" she argued.
"It's not our problem. Your bounty is going to feed me for weeks, so I don't really care right now." he said lifting the heavy motorcycle off of her small frame as he motioned for Faye to handcuff her so she couldn't get away.
"What about my bike?" she begged, now handcuffed and standing up.
"It doesn't seem like you can handle it. Maybe you shouldn't have bought such a big bike for your little figure." Faye commented.
"I didn't mean it that way, you idiot. I mean, what's gonna happen to it? I spent a lot of money on that thing!" she said.
"I don't think you need to worry about that now." Spike said as he led her to his ship.
"Hold it right there!" a man yelled from the distance.
"What the fu..." Spike started to say and turned around to see who it was.
"The bartender? Why does he care?" Faye asked aloud drawing her gun just in case.
"Leave her be! You can't take her!" he shouted, now running towards them. As he got closer, they noticed the large shotgun he was carrying at his side.
"Great..." Spike said and looked over at Faye.
"What the...?" she said.
"Let's just see what he's got to say. His gun is much bigger than ours." Spike said.
Once over to where they were standing, he stopped and let out a huge sigh, "You...can't...she's..." he panted, out of breath from running.
"You don't have to do this. Just take care of my bike. I'll be out soon." Red said to him.
"But...that's...not...enough...I mean...you are my da–"
"I said don't fucking worry about it old man! Just take care of the bike!" Red yelled at him.
"But..." he said in shock.
"No 'buts,' just do it. It's not a big deal." she said and nodded to her bike.
"Better listen to the little lady," Spike said, "They seem to know what they're talking about."
"How like you." Faye scoffed and kicked some dirt at him.
"And I'm not little!" Red howled and kicked Spike in the shin.
"Ow! Shit that hurts! Lets go! I'm not putting up with two of you at the same time!" he said and pushed Red up into the Swordfish II.
"Faye, you start heading to the ISSP headquarters where we can cash her in and get back to the ship." he shouted to her, now boarding her Redtail.
She nodded and hopped in, closing it up and starting up the ship with a roar. She took off in the direction of their destination and dug around for her cigarettes.
"I must admit, that was incredibly easy. Almost too easy..." she said to herself when she heard a "BOOM" from on the ground and watched a fiery explosion come from the front of the saloon. Spike was still on the ground, getting Red strapped in. Faye opened her com and shouted to Spike, "What the hell was that?!"
"It was her fucking motorcycle! It must've been carrying something! Come back down here to help me figure this out." he said and turned off the com. He jumped down from his ship and ran over to fire coming from the bike. The bartender was lying motionless a few feet away and Spike ran over to him to see if he needed medical attention.
"Hey! Are you awake?! Can you hear me? Say something!" he shouted, dragging the man away from the wreckage. Faye landed a few feet away from the Swordfish II and ran over to the scene.
The man suddenly jumped up and pointed the shotgun right at Spike's head. "Now you're gonna give me my daughter and get the hell out of here!" he screamed.
"Just calm down. Put the gun down and we'll give her over." he said calmly.
"NO! You get her out of that ship now and get out here!" he yelled, his gun shaking all over.
Faye tried to keep out of the way once she saw the bartender whip out his shotgun. She was Spike's best and only chance of getting the bounty at this point.
"I better not screw this up..." she whispered to herself. She crouched behind a tall bush and got her gun out.
"Oh I have a feeling you will sweetie." said Red from behind her and kicked the gun from Faye's hands.
"Shit! What is this?! Why can't one bounty just happen smoothly?!" Faye screamed, alerting the bartender's and Spike's attention to them.
"How the fuck did you get out of there?! I had you strapped in like sardines in a tin can!" Spike yelled in complaint.
"Got a little figure, remember?" she said grinning at him, now pointing a gun at Faye.
"You're both stuck now, so you might as well just listen to us," Red said as she pushed Faye next to Spike, "You're going to follow my pop here into his bar, and you aren't going to say a word. 'Kay? Can you handle that?"
Spike sent Faye a "Don't respond" look and they stood there, waiting the next command.
"I'll take that as a 'yes.' Let's go." Red said and pointed to the door.
They did just as she said and walked next to him into the bar. He led them into a back room and Red quietly asked the few guests to leave. The bartender motioned them over to a small couch in the back of the room, still pointing his shotgun at them.
"Now we're going to cuff ya up back here, probably tie ya up, too. Then we're going to make off with your fancy red ship," she said to Spike. "I'd take the other one, too, but I've already noticed the neat little remote you've got for it there sweetie." she said to Faye this time.
"How'd you...?" Faye began.
"Don't worry about it hun. Long story." Red said gathering an armful of rope as her dad/bartender kept his aim on them.
She continued to tie them back-to-back and cuffed their ankles up. "You two look pretty crafty, so I'm not taking any chances with you escaping. Have fun while we're gone!" she said. First, she walked over to Spike and began to dig through his pockets.
"Nice! A key and smokes! Someone after my heart!" she said and gestured for her dad to follow her.
About ten minutes after they heard the engines of the Swordfish II fire up and take off, Spike finally said, "Well, that went good."