Earth Space
Large desert area.
Slight rock showers. Chance of rock showers today is 20. 39th district is cloudy. Chance of rock showers this afternoon is 10.
Orange-red fire-ish hair, a hand and a small boxy yellow metallic corner above rocky sandy ground.
A meteor crashes.
A large shadowed room, the sunlight shows from a big entrance. Clinking noises heard.
A man comes in carrying a box and drops it on a side table.
"I don't know how she hasn't run off from you," the old man said in a somehow accusing tone.
"She's brainless" answered a low younger voice matter of factly from the doorframe where he was standing.
The old man came from under the Swordfish II.
"Two of a kind" he wiped the sweat from off his brow, he sat up straight and got up from the roller "this should have worked out (sigh) what do you got there?"
"What you requested from Reggie's"
Doohan frowned "I thought I asked Miles to get it"
"You did"
Doohan arched an eyebrow at him partly annoyed. Spike shrugged bored and said while yawning. "I wanted to do something so I went for him"
A short silence followed.
"Why are you here?"
"Didn't find anything else to do." He noisily stretched
"You know what I'm asking you for"
Spike was brought off from his cloud and looked down at Doohan
Bebop shower.
Steam floats around. Jet rubs the back of his scalp cleaning the thoughts and dirt from his head.
He sighs and turns off the water.
Jet peers into the living room but Faye isn't there.
Where is that woman?
He tries her room but the door is unlocked and the place empty.
He guessed she was out when he checked the hangar and her ship was gone.
Jet returns to the living area and finds a note next to the computer.
Out on a bounty
Don't stay up.
The information is on the computer.
"I won't stay up" yawned Jet and glanced at the screen.
"Mmm… A million woolong, owes money to a casino…" Guess you know where to find him then…
He turned off the screen and fell asleep on the couch.
The narrow door to the living room opens and Faye enters carrying a paper bag full of "supplies".
She sighed at the sight of Jet lying on the couch and titled her head to the left.
I'm tired. Her stomach growled, she looked down to it. "And hungry…"She sighed again and slipped quietly to the kitchen
She opened the refrigerator, placed some items inside, took 2 ice cubes from the fridge and poured herself some whiskey.
"Did you know that whiskey means water of life´ in Celtic?"
Faye turned round and made a toast to the air
"Long live the queen then…" she drank one shot but didn't finish it "Do you want some?"
Jet sighed; he was leaning on the verge of the kitchen door to his left with arms crossed.
"No, I'm fine, maybe later"
Faye goes through the paper bag and tosses a disc to Jet who stands up straight.
"Bob sent you this"
"What is it?"
"A disc?"
Jet frowns
" I meant what's IN IT" he arches an eyebrow at her but she quirks a smile at him as she turns to put the whiskey bottle into the fridge, goes back into the grocery bag, opens a pack of fries and starts munching them.
"I don't know I'm just the messenger"
So delicate speaking mouth fullShe yawns and stretches
"I'm going to bed" as she walks out devouring the chips she pats Jet (who is basically staring at the disc rattling it to his good hand) on his right arm. "Jet?"
"Hmm?"
"Make a nice breakfast would you?" fakes a BIG smile with puppy eyes and walks away.
"You spent WAY too much time with the red head" increasing gradually his tone, but Faye just waves her free hand at him.
Jet frowns.
Spike gave him a ´what do you care look´ and after a few seconds he answered
"Nothing left to do" he sighed and looked the other way
"You sure?" Running away didn't help you last time, I remember"
"Things are a little bit more complicated this time"
"Are you running away for good?"
A computer beeps
A teenage voice hums along a childish song
"Twists and turns and goes along…" Ed at up straight with her legs crossed Indian style and started typing "hmmm…sign not seen in a long long time"
"If I could just find…" more typing heard
"oowwww" she pouted and sang "the sign is gone-gone, bye-bye!" and waved at the screen
Bebop living-room
Jet is sitting on the couch talking to the computer
"Got the disc Bob, what´s it all about?"
"I told you you´d wanted to know"
Bob smirked stupidly from Jet´s point of view, who arched an eyebrow at him so that he would get the point.
"Quit the sh¡t, I´m not in the mood. How long have you had this?"
"A couple of days, that´s a copy of the information Hoffman got from us and a plus with database from the syndicate"
"I thought that" his expression softened but he kept his serious self "How did you get it?"
"I was in Hoffman´s pockets"
"So he IS dead" he was going to continue but Bob stopped him
"Yes, he is, and the syndicate sent him all wrapped up to the ISSP headquarters, wich you´ll guess means he was not the only one involved"
Jet frowned again, but kept silent as expecting Bob to continue. So he did.
"The information he had in his pockets was probably also a warning to let whoever know what they already have to not waste more of their time"
"We both know they are not stupid enough to let the press know about any of this warnings so there´s probably not many more helping on the issue, I think what they want is that… to keep everything quiet"
"Exactly, that´s why I´m using a street phone though I´m not sure if I´m being watched, as far as I know they are not aware I have his information, but they do know we are friends, so under any suspicions you´ll be watched too"
"I´ve been through that already, I thought they quitted when the girl left"
"Not really, they followed her too, until a while after she returned, as you had no reluctant clues on the matter they just let you be"
Jet sighed deeply in thought and took a drag of the long forgotten cigarette he had left resting on the ashtray and blew the smoke pensively.
"I just hope this is worth something"
"Me too" Bob sighed and rubbed his forehead "Got to go now, I´ll stay in touch if I can give you anything else, take care and try to keep the girl out of this, at least for now, the less suspicions they get the safer you´ll be"
"I know, thank you"
So, the conversation was over. Jet took a last drag of his cigarette and leaned back on the couch. He absentmindedly put it away as he heard a stream of soft steps coming closer to him.
She was barefoot clutched in her pj /lazy-being blue shorts and white t-shirt with her hair tied in a fluffy ponytail.
Faye leaned casually on the so called balcony of the stairs and looked down at the older guy.
"So they know Spike is alive?"
He stood before the restored building. It looked basically the same, but the roof wasn´t blown off, the destroyed windows had been replaced and he guessed the mess he had done inside had also been taken care of.
He smirked at that thought. He knew the Dragons were still running, quite successfully despite what he had done, and they wanted him.
He put out the cigarette that was tangling from his mouth on the floor and started walking up the stairs.
Indeed the insides where as good as new, not that they actually needed to redecorate everything but they did.
Greedy bastards
The two men at the front desk eyed him strangely but didn´t stop him on his way to the elevator.
"Where are you going sir?" asked the brown eyed short haired blond on the left
Spike took out another cigarette and placed it in his mouth to simply answer: "Top Floor"
The guy pointed above Spike.
"Oh great, a no smoking sign…" grumbled out at the younger men, then he sliced the words "Since when?"
The men shrugged, and he got in the elevator with a partly irritated sigh
A man in his mid forties, with faded burnet neat business haircut who sat across the desk in the main office looked up and smiled wickedly.
"Glad to see you back Mr. Spiegel"
See you Space Cowboy