Life Will Be What It Was
By Ryoko Kashino & Kitana blade studios
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Ryoko
Ch. 18 - It's been a while….
Spike sat on the deck of the bebop. It had been five hours since he and the rest of the crew had seen Jet speed off after their mark. He was getting worried Jet never pulled this kind of crap, that was his thing. He took a long drag of this cigarette and threw it down; as he squashed it he heard a squeak from Ed. He walked over and stood behind her as she opened an email. It was Jet. He gave them the coordinates to his location.
Ed began to type like mad, "Ed just sent all info to your ships."
Spike nodded, he looked over at Faye. She really hadn't said much to him. She was staring out of the windows.
"So I guess its go time," her voice was cold and calm. Her game face was on; Spike saw this and said, "Yeah."
Jet sat low in his ship. He had seen the two bounties enter the building. Twenty minutes passed. He looked down at the small screen. He plugged in his hand held and transferred the info. He quickly checked his gun, then his cuffs he had both. For a moment he paused he had an odd feeling he was being watched. Nah, just feeling rusty, it had been almost two months since his last effort for a bounty. Again he got an odd feeling, it was telling him to just turn around leave. He knew this feeling, something was off something wasn't right. He then realized why he recognized the way he felt. He looked down at his arm. Damn. He looked at his com he knew he should call those two dummies. No, you're just freaking your own self out. There is no reason to feel like this. There isn't anyone here to set you up. This isn't like then. His own mind was trying to convince him, it wasn't working. The red flags kept popping up.
"Damnit," he cursed lowly to himself.
Seconds later his com buzzed, it was Spike. "Yeah," he answered.
"We'll be there in two minutes, Jet."
"No, I'm coming to you. Park in the nearest open lot, we need to talk."
"Jet, what's wrong?"
"Do what I tell you. I'll see you when I get there."
Spike's racer dropped back and Faye cursed him aloud to no one. She spun the red tail around on a dime. She saw Spike lowering his ship. She made an annoyed face and parked only feet from his ship. She hopped out of her ship and began ranting. Spike was calmly lighting a cigarette. He looked at her and puffed half of the cig away.
"Why the hell are you just standing there? We only had two more minutes til we got there, Can't you even go twenty minutes without a damn cancer stick!"
"Can you?" As he said this he pointed at her. She was already pulling out her stash and lighting up. She grunted and looked just past him. Jet was headed towards them. She sucked the life out of her cigarette. She flung the short butt of it at Spike and walked over to Jet's parked Hammerhead. Spike's eyes narrowed as she passed him. He dropped his butt to the floor and put it out. He then followed the witch to Jet. He was already beginning to regret coming back. She always had to pull this crap. Nothing like a constant aggravation to add to the complicated job and life of a bounty hunter, damn why couldn't he have died when the Dragon Tower blew, oh that's right he hasn't done enough to be forgiven for his previous life.
Jet leapt out of his ship and rubbed his bald head. Then he nervously scratched at the crown of hair he had. He took a breath and looked at Faye, her hands lay on her hips and she was about to let loose on him. Spike was looking to the left apparently there was a something worth staring at out in the far off distance. Jet raised his hand and said, "Don't start your mouth, Faye."
Faye's face became distorted with anger and then Spike said, "So what's up, Jet?"
"Something wasn't right."
"That is why where here picking our noses!" screamed Faye.
"Shut up, woman! It wasn't the right time. We need a solid plan of action. There is no way I am going in there unprepared."
"Jet, we've done this a hundred times, I think we'd…" Faye was cut off buy Jet.
"No, Faye. I don't feel right going in guns a blazing."
"What the hell are we waiting for!" Faye was screaming at no one. Jet and Spike were walking way from her. Damn it, she stomped her foot then quickened her steps to catch up.
Spike had lit a new cig and was now rubbing his temple. He looked at Jet. He hadn't said anything but spike had caught Jet looking at prosthetic his arm. Spike then spoke, "C'mon what was wrong. I really can't see why we'd back down and do things differently."
"I don't know. I just didn't feel like going in like that. Something is really off."
Spike saw that the whole time Jet spoke he was flexing fake his fake arm. It was Jet's gut. Spike decided not to fight for the bounty. Okay maybe going Jet's way was better then the usual tactic he and Faye preferred. Faye had noticed Jet's arm flexing as well, she never knew the whole story. Jet had never told her neither had Spike. She was a little pissed but she knew that she shouldn't push this one, not right now at least. She sighed loudly and said, "I'm going back to the Bebop, a girl after does need her beauty rest."
Spike choked back a laugh and seconds later he felt a hard slap on his back. He turned his head and gave a dirty look. She didn't see it, but he saw her walking away. He shook his head and then looked over to see Jet still having a very concentrated face on. Spike stretched out and said, "I'm gonna follow Faye's lead. C'mon let's go back."
Jet looked at Spike, "Spike, I'm not afraid."
"Jet I know, something isn't right, and I know I can trust your gut after all it found me."
Marius peeked between the vertical blinds, their tale had left. It was a good thing too; he really didn't feel like killing anyone today. Ayame stood ten feet away pacing like a caged animal. Marius again checked the window. He sighed to himself hearing her foot shuffles behind him. He need to calm her down there was no way he could do it with out some heavy sedatives. After staring out for a few minutes he turned and walked over to Ayame. He gently touched her hand and then brought it up to his mouth. He kissed her lightly and that small gesture made the nervous woman calm down. She wanted to cry and scream. None of this had gone like she planned. She just wanted to live her life quietly.
None of that was gonna come true. Her only thoughts lay in how she and Marius would be hunted and or destroyed before having the calm days of the past again. Her head was beginning to pound with pain she walked over to a dingy old bag and looked for some aspirin. To her relief she found a small bottle. She took it into the bath room and opening the cap. As she turned on the tap she got a brief flash of herself taking the whole bottle. She stared at her reflection in the mirror a tear fell from the corner of her eye. It was too late and she was already too far in to give in the weak wantings of a sad and pathetic woman. She shook out three pills and took them.
Marius stood by the door. He waved at her to go back into the bathroom. She ran back into the room and leapt in to the tub. She pulled the shower curtain and placed her hand on the pistol she had tucked in the back of her pants. She breathed heavily and she tried to calm herself down. After a few minutes of her panicking Marius came into get her out. He smiled weakly at her and kissed her cheek, "We'll have to sneek out in the middle of the night baby. Don't be afraid. I promise we'll be safer that way."
Ayame nodded as he pulled her close into himself. She felt the steady rhythm of his breathing and closed her eyes.
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