A/N: Holy crap it's been along time since I up dated last! Please forgive.
Session #5
600 MILLION REASONS TO CELEBRATE.
Spike strolled into the bebop's main room to find Jet sitting the small chair eating a pot of noodles whilst watching the TV.
Spike rolled his eyes at the thought of eating instant food once again and sat down on the opposite sofa.
"So then" Spike said as he made himself comfortable. "Who's the guy that's so dumb he gets a 600 million bounty on his head?"
Jet shook his head "Ah, It's not just a guy Spike"
Spike curiously raised an eyebrow.
"There's two heads in this bounty my friend" Jet continued "A man and a woman"
Spike rolled his eyes "Oh great. A team of star crossed lovers. Isn't that cute"
"Rumours are their husband and wife"
"Is that so?" Spike mumbled whilst lighting up a cigarette. "What they do?"
"So far they've killed the heads of two of the galaxies top syndicate leaders. Jack Riley of the white tigers and Donald Anderson of the black cobra's and taken over the leader ship of each one."
"They sound greedy" Spike said taking a drag of his cigarette.
"All the remaining syndicates are running scared fearing there that next to go. and so they've all chipped in and posted the bounty" Jet continued whilst fishing out another pot of noodle from a nearby cardboard box and then throwing it to Spike.
Spike caught it and lowered his eye's "I hate instant food" he grumbled.
"Hey it's all we can afford right now. And besides it's real tasty so quit complaining" Jet sighed as he picked up the remote and began channel surfing through the news stations.
Spike put out his cigarette with a sigh and pulled the string on the bottom of the noodle pot, Instantly heating up the boring snack food.
He was just about to peal off its top when he was interrupted by Jet.
"Look they've hit another one" Jet said turning up the volume.
Spike turned his attention to the small fuzzy screen.
Upon it was the usual CBC's news reader with a picture of a burning building in the top right hand corner of the screen.
"And tonight's top story. Business man and head of the syndicate group known as the blue panthers Alex Martin was brutally killed this evening in his heavily guarded office building…CBC's Chris Riley is one the scene."
The picture switched to the young female reporter standing outside the burning building with micro phone in hand.
"…Chris this is the third attack on a syndicate group this month. Are there any more clues as to who these perpetrators are?"
"I'm afraid not Mark. Once again the ISSP have kept there lips tightly shut over all the major details. Although what I can tell you is that main suspects are said to be a male aged between 25-30 and a female in her early twenties. Whiteness reports state that the two wondered into the building along with a heavily armed group at six forty-five this evening and opened fire on the unprepared guards and within just fifteen minutes they had located Mr Martin and assonated him…"
"They sound like they know what there doing. No wonder the syndicates are crapping theirselfs" Spike said as he finally pealed the lid off his noodles and began eating.
"I guess its 600 mil for good reason Spike…so you up for it or what?"
Spike nodded "Yeah sure. You got any leads?"
Jet sighed "As of yet, no. But Bob should be leaking some info to me later. And I'm gonna contact Ed, she might be able to hack into the panthers security and get a look at the surveillance camera's"
Spike gave Jet another nod while eating the rest of his meal.
Jet watched with a raised eyebrow as Spike stood up and began walking out of the room.
"Hey, Where you going"
"Out" Spike grinned "The night is still young Jet"
"So you're gonna go and get wasted huh?" Jet chuckled.
"Hey I got 600 million reasons to celebrate right?" Spike smiled walking out of the room.
"Yeah, leave all the work to the old guy" Jet mumbled to himself.
"Wow Jet you can read my mind. You should really think of becoming a fortune teller you know." Spike laughed from the corridor.
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NEXT TIME:
Session #6
Mystic guidance.