Hi everyone, just wanted to say that I do not owm Cowboy Bebop, and the story is straight from my brain-Enjoy!

1.) Time to Blow This Thing

"This guy is really pissing me off Jet." Spike shouted into his communicator as he tailed the small yellow and black ship through the bustling city of Ganymede.

"Just keep on him Spike," Jet's voice, deep and gruff came out in a frantic urgent tone, "and don't cause any damage, it's the last thing we need."

Spike kept on Rodas Lubomir's tail as they wove their way around skyscrapers and high rises. Rodas had stolen millions of woolongs worth of illegal merchandise and proceeded to dent Spike's swordfish officially making his "no good" list. It was then, when Spike's anger got the best of his emotions, that Lubomir took a sharp right, straight under a busy bridged intersection of the highway

"Shit!" Spike screamed as he followed as close as he could without getting himself killed.

"Be careful Spike!" Jet's voice interrupted Spike's train of thought.

Lubomir took another sharp turn and another and Spike barely kept up, this guy is good, Spike thought, but not that good. Spike cut his thrusters and took the turn in stride and then blasted past Lubomir's ship, catching a glace of him the driver's seat. For being a man in his late fifties and involved in syndicate crimes he looked well, tanned skin the color of caramel and his most known feature, his flaming crimson hair; but that was not what caught Spike's attention. In that mere instant that Spike had him in his sights a sly and menacing smile had crossed over Rodas Lubomir's face; he knew what Spike was going to do and that dawned on Spike at the very last minute.

An explosion rocked the Swordfish and Spike and sent him flying into a low-bearing structure. He came to rest on the top of a high rise and sent glass shards from the top floors flying everywhere. Defeat, and at something Spike took much pride in- his flying. Picking up the discarded communicator from the floor of the Swordfish, Spike sighed heavily.

"He got away."

"Nice going Lunkhead," Faye's was the first voice he heard, "that's my money you're letting get away."

"Your money," Jet yelled, "where were you …"

Spike threw the communicator to official spot on the floor and hopped out of the ship. Pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, he sat on the edge looking out across the skyline. That guy is good. He looked behind him at his battered ship and calculated in his head the amount of woolongs it would take to repair and silently vowed that he would do one of two things upon seeing Rodas; seek retribution by getting the bounty or severely beat up his ship.

"Work you piece of shit!" Rodas slammed his fist into the ship's console as the screen filled with static. "Work!"

The screen cleared instantly upon the second beating and he could again make out the woman on the screen. Her gray hair was tried back tight and her green eyes were outlined by a pair of lightly framed glasses.

"Listen Rodas, I told you not to call here anymore. You cannot speak with Rook." Her voice was filled with ire.

"I need to Anya," Rodas pleaded, "It's important."

Anya shook her head fiercely. "No! The last time you were here you swindled the crew of every last woolong they had and then left Rook to pickup the pieces and get them to trust again. I won't let that happen this time."

Anya regained her control over her steadily rising voice and pushed up her glasses to the bridge of her nose.

"I knew Rook would recover, and I have all the money." He held up a duffle bag and motioned to it. "All in full, I promise."

Anya's eyes seemed to ease and she seemed to almost open up when she shook her head. "No Rodas."

She went to end the communication when Rodas stopped her.

"I'm in a lot of trouble and I need Rook's help. Where is the Viking now?"

She sighed, "I can't tell you that."

"Please, Anya. There is something in it for you if you help me." He held up a thousand woolong note.

"Bribing your ex-wife has to be wrong in some way, Rode." Her eyes went straight to the woolong and Rodas knew that he was getting somewhere. A battle fought out on her face as she struggled to come to a decision; finally she sighed heavily, "The ship is docked on Mars. Rook is staying at Jam's place."

A smile played at the corners of Rodas lips. "Thank you, Darlin'."