Three chapters in four days… That's pretty damn quick for me. Hi all. Seann here welcoming you to Ch. 7 of our story. Things are starting to get crazy now and everything is just getting better. Faye just did some amazing ass kicking last chapter. WOW! Yeah… Jason's a bastard… The question is: Is Spike alive? Well, you'll find out by the end of this chapter. NO SKIPPING!

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"Jason's out here! Hurry up!" Many feet pounded across the asphalt toward the parked cruiser. Faye peeked around the side of the building once, making sure all backs were turned to her, and then sidled towards the door.

"That… bitch…" Jason's wheezing voice reached Faye's ears. The other men were busy mumbling and checking the cruiser. Just like she hoped. Faye continued to the door.

When she was only a foot away from the door, one of the men turned around to see her reaching for the handle. "Fuck!" Faye cursed. Shots began to cut the night air.

"Kill her dammit!" Jason bellowed from the ground. Faye was already on the floor, firing away. Two men fell from her first shots.

"Calling all units! Report to parking garage level A1!" When the man finished the call to arms, he fired three shots at the spot where Faye had been moments ago. Lucky for her, she had moved to the right and placed a bullet in the man's leg. He yelled out and hit the ground, smacking his head on the pavement. The rest of the men all turned to their fallen officer. A fatal mistake.

"Good bye boys." Faye trained her sight on the gas tank of her cruiser and fired. The ship exploded, the orange flames engulfing half of the men left. She took this chance to slip into the doorway and make her escape.

Jason forced himself into a sitting position. The bright flames illuminated half of his face. The other half was badly burned. Blood soaked his shirt. He watched Faye slip through the door and growled.

"I'm going to pay you back bitch. You aren't making it out of here alive."

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Ed was doing better already.

As the Bebop continued towards Koltran, Jet had passed the hours teaching Ed the art of firearms. He started with a simple pistol and had finally advanced to a machine gun. Ed had a field day with the machine gun.

"BOOM! Bam! Die you filthy evil doer!" Ed grinned as the bullets thudded into the dummy. Stuffing littered the ground below it.

"Ok Ed. We're going to try one more thing." Jet moved towards Ed and motioned for her to hand him the gun. She didn't seem to want to agree.

"Dirty rotten scoundrel!" Ed began to move the gun around, shooting up the walls. Jet put his hand to his forehead and sighed. This was going to be harder than he thought it would be.

"Ed…" Jet poked her lightly in the shoulder. Ed swung around, still firing the gun. If Jet hadn't hit the ground, he would have been full of holes. Ein yelped and ran to hide under the couch.

"EDWARD!!!" Jet yelled. Ed heard and reluctantly pulled her finger off the trigger.

"Yes?" Ed looked down at Jet. "What are you doing on the ground?"

Jet glared at her. "Hand me the gun Ed." Ed took a step back, cradling the machine gun in her arms. "Now." The growl in Jet's voice made Ed jump back, dropping the gun. One shot fired over Jet's head and thudded into the wall behind him. He cautiously stood, checking to make sure Ed wasn't holding any guns.

"Sorry Jet-person." Ed looked at him.

"Whatever." Jet picked up the machine gun and placed it delicately back on the weapons shelf. There was one more he would let Ed try. He was sure it would be perfect.

"This, Ed," Jet picked a large black gun off the wall, "Is a flamethrower. A favorite of mine which I rarely use. As the name says, it shoots out fire. Perfect for large groups of enemies. I think I can trust you not to kill me this time." Ed grinned apologetically. "Just pull the trigger and aim at the dummy." Ed nodded and took the gun from him. Jet made a point of running up the stairs, followed by Ein, to watch her.

Ed pulled the trigger and a blast of red flame erupted forth. The dummy caught fire and black smoke began to fill the room. Ed laughed at the destruction.

"Alright Ed. Let go of the trigger." Jet called to the girl. Once again, Ed spun around, still holding the trigger. This time, the couch and the table in front of it burst into flames. When Ed noticed this, she let go of the trigger and looked up at Jet. "Did Ed do well?"

Jet looked from the bullets in the wall, to the burning couch and finally made his decision.

"We'll stick with the machine gun."

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Men rushed down the hall, past the closet where Faye was hidden. Bits of their conversations reached her ears.

"Jason got his ass beat. And I thought he was 'the best man we've got!'" Faye laughed at that comment, almost blowing her cover. She couldn't afford to be caught now.

After a minute of pounding feet and random conversations, there was silence. Faye made her move. With the gun out in front of her, she began down the hallway.

Syndicate members seemed to be coming out of the wood works. Faye quickly fired two warning shots into some guys head. He hit the ground and his buddies continued to come for her. Four more shots and the hall was clear for a moment. Enough time for Faye to reload her gun.

The sound of feet on tile forced Faye against a column in the hallway. The men rushed by her. With a smile, Faye moved slowly around the column, hugging the wall, and went to the end of the hallway.

What she found at the end was a fork in the road, so to speak. There were two doors, both unmarked. One, she knew for sure, would lead her to Spike. The other would take her to more trouble and, eventually, Spike.

She looked at both doors, trying to choose when a bullet grazed her cheek. Faye opened a door at random and ran in.

Faye chose trouble.

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Jet couldn't find the syndicate headquarters. Ed had searched the entire net, hacked eight sites, and still found nothing about it. Not even a hint. I should have just put a tracking device on the girl. Then life would have been a whole lot easier.

"Ed hungry!" The girl began to roll around on the ground. After a minute of rolling and groaning, she proceeded to nibble on Ein's ear. The dog growled at Ed but she seemed not to notice.

"Not right now Ed. We need to find the headquarters first." Jet picked the computer up and placed it in his lap. He was sitting on a wooden chair by the table in the kitchen. The couch was still smoldering after Ed's flamethrower incident.

Jet began to search one more time when something caught his eye. The name stood out to him. Jet placed the computer down and motioned for Ed to stand.

"What is it?" Ed looked at the computer screen. She looked at Jet afterwards and nodded.

"Is it headquarters?"

"Yes it is. Get your gun."

"Who's Julia?"

"Not right now Ed. Not right now."

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Trouble had become an understatement.

Faye had already taken a bullet. The wound in her left arm continued to bleed. She could live with it. She would have to live with it if she wanted to find Spike.

As Faye turned what she hoped was the last corner, a fact ran through her mind. This is your last round. You're out of bullets.

"Of course I'm out of bullets. I've only got six left. Great." Faye turned the corner and found a lot more fun.

Six.

Faye ran down the hall and met a member on the way.

Five.

Two shots fired at her as she ran down the corridor. One hit home in her arm. She got revenge.

Four.

Faye found a door and threw it open, knocking over a syndicate member.

Three.

Blood and bullets were everywhere as she continued her quest for Spike.

Two.

The door to the holding cell was guarded.

One.

A member came out of nowhere.

Zero.

Faye threw open the holding area door and locked it behind her. Luckily for her, it was a thick metal door. No bullets were getting through there.

Faye turned around and what she saw caused tears to stream down her face.

Spike grinned at her from behind the bars of his cell. "Hi Faye. Long time no see."

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Well everyone. Spike is back. That's the end of the story. I know it was good but… -Is handed message by producer- Oh… it's not over yet then! I guess you'll just have to wait to see what happens. I don't even know. Till next time people.

Seann