Ok…ok… I know that I haven't updated in… two weeks, leaving you all with another cliffhanger. I suck… I have been pretty busy though. I went to Comic-Con this weekend. Luckily for me, I live in San Diego!!! -Grins evilly- If you were there… at all… TELL ME!!! Note: I'll be surprised if any of my old readers come back to me :( Ok… just read it…

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If Faye's jaw dropped any further, it would have touched the floor. Her eyes remained on the man sitting on the concrete floor in front of her.

"Do you have any cigarettes? The guards took all mine." Spike looked up at her as if nothing were wrong. Faye blinked twice, opened and closed her mouth, and just continued to stare. Spike looked up at her, confusion in his eyes.

"Well, do you?" Spike was lucky there were bars between him and Faye. Before he could take a breath, Faye was against the bars, screaming and spitting at the imprisoned hunter.

"AFTER I RISK MY LIFE, ALMOST GET RAPED, GET SHOT NOT ONCE BUT TWICE, THE ONLY THING YOU HAVE TO SAY TO ME IS 'DO I HAVE A CIGARETTE!'" Faye's chest heaved up and down.

"Could you just answer the question? I haven't smoked in a week." Faye's eyes widened at the response to her rant.

"YOU UNGRATEFUL FUCK!" Faye shoved her arms between the rusty bars of the cell and groped at the air.

"Are you on your period or something?" Spike had hit the final button. Faye pulled out her gun and aimed it at his head.

"I have half a nerve to kil-" The door banged open to her right. Faye swung her arms around and shot twice. A syndicate member spun backwards, missing his head, and hit the ground. The other members hesitated. Just the chance that Faye needed. She slammed the door with her shoulder and quickly locked it again. The woman sighed, the weight of the past week on her shoulders.

"Can I please just have a cigarette, Faye!" Spike's voice rang out. Faye glared at him from the corner of her eye. Aww, She thought, He's so cute when he's angry.

Without another word between the two, Faye pulled out her pack of cigarettes, slid one out, and tossed it to Spike. He grinned at her.

"Thanks. Now, do you have a light?" Faye glared at him but began to rummage in her pockets. After a minute, she pulled out a purple plastic lighter. She also tossed that to him.

"What happened, did they confiscate your Zippo?" Faye smiled at Spike as he lit the tip of the cigarette. It glowed orange for a moment then died down. Spike pulled the cigarette away and blew out a wisp of smoke.

"Of course. I don't know why though… I'm not going to burn my way out am I?" Spike took another drag.

"Maybe they thought you'd try to kill yourself." Faye laughed. "Spike the Flameboy!"

"That's just cruel…" Spike took one final; drag and put the cigarette out on the floor. He put his hands on the cold concrete below him and pushed himself up.

"What less do you expect… Flameboy?" Faye giggled.

"Bitch." Spike walked over to the bars and leaned against them.

"Well, do you know how to get out of here?" Faye took a step forward and also took a spot on the bars.

"Nope. I don't even know where the keys are to my cell." Spike sighed. "I'm stuck."

"That's just great." Faye closed her eyes. "When and if we get out, we aren't leaving by my ship."

"Why's that?"

"I kind of… blew it up."

"YOU WHAT?!" Spike jumped back and stared dumbly at her.

"I shot it." Faye opened her eyes and looked at him. "I hope the Swordfish is around here somewhere."

"YOU DESTROYED YOUR SHIP!" Spike placed his head in his palms.

"So what if I destroyed my ship? It's my ship!"

"The Swordfish was totaled by the syndicate members." Spike growled through gritted teeth.

"Oh… now we have a problem." Faye grinned apologetically.

Before Spike could talk, an explosion from above shook the foundation. The two fell to the ground. When the movement stopped, each looked at the other.

"Did you blow something else up?" Spike asked.

"Fuck you."

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Trouble became an understatement in less than ten seconds.

Jet had landed the Bebop a block away from the main syndicate building. It wasn't hard to find with the burning wreckage on top. When Jet first saw it, one thing came to mind. Faye. Who else would have caused that much damage?

Ed was singing happily as they walked down the street towards the front doors. Jet had told her to stop five minutes ago but the song continued to go.

"French fries! Ice cream! Chocolate bananas!" Ed bounced along, jumping from side to side. A machine gun rested on her belt. Jet glared at her.

"Could you be a little quieter Ed?!" Jet growled. The girl stopped singing and looked at him, her head cocked to one side.

"Okey dokey artichoky!" Ed pretended to zip her mouth shut and began to walk, humming an indistinct tune.

Ein trotted behind the two. Ed's computer was strapped to his back. They would need it to detonate the bomb they were planting. If they got that far.

The light coming from the front doors began to illuminate them as they walked closer. Ed danced up and down excitedly.

"Time for bang bang!" She cried. Jet cast a quick glance at the front doors. Shadows moved behind the tinted glass. He grabbed Ed by the shoulder and pulled her around the corner. Ein followed quickly.

The door opened, casting a yellow cone of light onto the street. A man walked out, smoking a cigarette. Jet peeked around the corner. He motioned for Ed to be silent. The girl smiled and pretended to zip her mouth shut. The fun was about to begin.

Before the man could think, Jet had his arm around the man's neck and was pulling him around the dark corner. Jet pulled his arm a little harder. The man resting in his arms struggled for another moment then became just a dead weight. Jet dropped him and walked towards the now shut door. Ed followed suit, trailed behind by Ein.

Ed looked at Ein and frowned. She unstrapped her computer from the dogs back and held it in her own arms.

"You can't come in Ein!" She whispered. Ein whimpered but Ed shook her head. "No Ein. Go back to the ship." The dog looked at her one more time, whined again, then turned and ran back down the street.

Ed placed the computer on the ground and began to type in commands. Jet turned around and looked down at her with confusion on his face.

"What are you doing?" Jet asked gruffly.

"Setting the timer on the bomb." Ed answered with a grin. Jet's eyes widened.

"A bomb?! Where did you get a bomb?!"

"Black market." Ed continued to type.

"Where is this bomb?"

"You're looking at it." Ed finished typing and stood. "I would stand back if I were you." She didn't even have to tell Jet. He was already half way down the street. Ed skipped after him. A minute later, the bomb exploded.

The front of the building crumbled before the two's very eyes. Ed laughed loudly. Jet smiled.

"Damn Ed. That was amazing." Jet Pulled out his gun and checked if it was loaded. "Let's get in there and save the cr-" The barrel of a gun was being pushed harshly into his back. Ed was in the same situation.

"Drop your weapon." The voice was deep. Jet ignored the command. "I said drop your weapon."

"Fuck you."

"Now." The voice persisted.

"I said fuck you."

BANG!

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Faye and Spike were both enjoying their third cigarette when the sound of grating metal filled the room. Faye looked down the long row of cells into the shadows at the end. Nothing was moving. Faye looked at Spike.

"Did you hear something?" Spike didn't say anything. He just continued smoking his cigarette. The sound came again. This time much closer. Faye looked again and the glint of steel caught her eye.

Faye jumped up and had her gun pointed at the darkness. A cold lifeless voice drifted out from the shadows.

"Welcome to Hell, Faye." This time, Spike was up and moving. His cigarette was still glowing on the floor. He had his hands on the bars and was staring towards the darkness.

The man stepped forward. His gray hair shined in the light left in the room. His eyes seemed like stars in the darkness, shining on. A sword was perched in his right hand. His name, the only word that could describe the man, was Vicious.

Faye looked at Spike with urgency in her eyes.

"I thought you said he was dead!" Spike grinned apologetically.

"You can never trust cell phones."

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That was a weird chapter. I wrote it a little quick. Sorry folks. I know I didn't update for a while so… I leave you with yet another cliffhanger. By the way, GO SEE THE COWBOY BEBOP MOVIE!!! Rent it out from Blockbuster and watch it. It is the best anime flick in my opinion. Ok… Princess Mononoke and Spirited Away kick ass too… Anyway… Till next time…

Seann