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If you don't know who the chars are in CB- shame on you. Here's a quick intro.
Spike - green haired bounty hunter.
Jet- Spike's black haired partner with a weird eye and robotic arm
Faye - sexy eighty-year old year old, who lost her memory, was frozen when she was young, lives on Bebop, purple hair.
Ed - hacker GIRL with red hair from Earth
Ein - super genius dog, real name: Einstein. That's it.
Let me lay it down for you quick. This fic has no pre-designed plot meaning if I change my mind in the middle and something doesn't fit right with the beginning, you're gonna be really confused. I'll try and let you know if I change something drastically.
Laurynn doesn't own CB.
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Chapter One
It was hard to see, even by squinting. All that resounded in the alleyway was the dripping of an occasional leaking pipe. A cat knocking over a garbage can, the distant din of cars speeding past. But out of the dark could be seen, very faintly, a man peering out of the darkness, hardly distinguishable from the air around him. His head was sweating lightly, his body ready. His finger was on the trigger of the gun he held close to his chest.
Suddenly, the tap of damp footsteps made him sink back into the shadows. Another man appeared. He was striding down the alley and the other man's finger gripped the gun tighter. He couldn't make out his face through the dark, but from his quick steps and his heavy breath, he was sure it was the man he was waiting for. His lips curled into a smile. The man was passing his hiding spot and as soon as he had, he emerged, the cruel grin still on his face. He pointed the gun at his back.
"Don't move." His coarse voice demanded calmly. But his demand was quickly denied as the man whirled around, looking like someone had just made him so pissed off he was more than capable of murder. He was not backing down and away from the beast trying to corner him. He was hiding something behind his back, as far as the other man could see. His left hand let go whatever he was holding and reached into his pocket.
"Don't make me kill you. You're worth nothing to me dead."
"Oh, but you see" He said, cracking his face into his own evil smirk. His eyes became tiny and excited at the thought of seeing the man before him suffer. "You're worth a lot to me dead. People all over the system would pay for your head on a platter."
"You flatter me." He told the man, sarcastically. "But I'm afraid that won't be enough." His finger, that had been itching over the trigger for over an hour, jerked suddenly as though it could not wait another second and but the man did not fall. He did not grasp at the bullet somewhere deep in his leg. The object he had held behind his back became apparent as it was now in clear view behind him, just a black unmarked briefcase. He stepped up to him and stared into his eyes with the deepest loathing, each wanting to strike, to kill.
"And now, we finish this." He told the man. His finger itching again.
"This will never be over." Said the other man, with pure hatred in his voice just before he fell onto the soaking gravel.
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"Can you get it open" Spike asked him, cleaning his gun, feet propped on the table.
"I don't know. The lock look's easy enough." He told Spike, examining the black briefcase. "Oh hey, turn it up. Big Shots is on and they'll be sure to mention us." Spike complied, since he was near enough. The opening notes of the show blared.
"Hi everyone" Said a woman dressed a smutty cowgirl.
"Here's the news for today" Said the man, copying her exited tone. They rambled on throughout new bounties, Spike and Jet keeping their eyes peeled for anything familiar.
"You know last week's bounties for Aika Hanaoka and Ruku Shima? We'll we're pleased to say that both were caught! Congratulations to the members of the Bebop for the capture of Shima and to Hartaro Nakamura for the capture of Hanaoka. Great job" A bell rang, signaling the end of the show. Spike threw his gun on the table and yawned as Jet continued to fiddle with the lock.
"Well, that's all for today"
"Adios Amigos"
"See you next" Spike flipped the off button and laid his head back. He didn't get as much peace as he'd hoped.
"Hey, I heard about your catch." Said a female voice from the door. Spike didn't open his eyes to see who it was.
"Is that why you came back" Jet asked. She folded her arms and made an indignant noise.
"Hmph. If you must know, no, I came back because the races finished early today."
"And because you were hungry." Spike said out of the corner of his mouth. She made a noise again and walked into the hangar, her high-heeled white boots clicking as she went. After about a minute of silence, Jet spoke.
"It seems like the way it was."
"What"
"No arguing woman, no barking dog, no singing kid. It's quiet, like it used to be. Makes you wonder where we'd be, doesn't it"
"Not really."
"Not really? You mean to say, you like it better like this" Jet asked, incredulously. Spike still kept his eyes closed and replied. "I've seen the past. It's better just to leave it be." And they plunged back into silence until the barking dog and singing kid returned from wherever they'd been barking and singing previously.
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It was a bright morning. And for once, there was maybe some money jangling around in the depths of his pocket. Or not.
He stepped off the Bebop's platform to see someone ahead of him, sitting on the canal's wall. She was smoking a long thin cigarette and her short violet hair was in her eyes. He took out his own cigarette and lit it as he walked beside her. For some reason the morning reminded him of a woman he used to know.
"One day I'm not coming back." He looked down upon her, not finding the wall to look inviting. He was tempted to roll his eyes, but he refrained. Faye usually went through indecisive times where she was overly dramatic and couldn't make up her mind, asking rhetorical questions to Ein and expecting an answer. She wasn't looking at him, but staring as the water, which was unusually choppy. She looked completely absorbed in it's frothing motion' and did not seem capable of tearing her eyes away.
"What is there to come back to" She continued desperately. He shifted his eyes to the current himself. She flung herself onto her back, arms completely limp, flailed out at strange angles, cigarette still smoking. She had her eyes closed, as though she were somehow liberating herself. He blinked and dropped the end of his own cigarette and stepped on it. He turned and took a step before considering her question.
"Nothing." He replied. "There is nothing." He began again but before he could reach the ship, he was headed off by Ed.
"Good Morning" Spike gave him a disbelieving smirk and did not reply with more than a nod.
"Ed has come to fetch you"
"For what"
"Lead! Lead! Lead! Lead" Ein barked from the ship's platform.
"Why didn't you tell Jet" He asked, following him.
"Jet said to get Spike" Said Ed, dancing around. They entered the main room where Jet was hunched over the computer. The TV was on again, talking about the newest meteor shower on Earth and how it was destroying the planet. Spike stood there, watching the TV waiting for Jet to reveal why he had called him. Jet turned.
"Where's Faye"
"Outside moaning about life."
"Sounds like her."
"Do you want me to get her"
"Nah, there's this hacker case I thought she like, but if she's on one of her freedom rants, I don't think - let's just leave her. But I wanted to show you" he told him handing him the laptop. "This." He pointed to a specific spot.
He read it to himself.
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Big Shot Online - Update Six
Brought to you by the Ganymede Protection Agency
The break out of over three hundred dangerous criminals on the far side of Mars, has got everyone's attention. With them was the newest addition, Hajimo Fumihiko. Police think the break out might be linked to him. In his first week, he had caused three major fights, and two attempt breakouts, earning himself solitary confinement for almost six months. More information to come on the next Episode of Big Shots, which airs at 6:00 in the Central Galaxy Zone, Forty-eight. Adios Amigos.
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Jet wasn't saying anything but Spike reassured him the moment he had finished the last word.
"I killed him."
"Are you sure"
"Am I sure? I shot a bullet through his heart."
"Well, maybe it's a different guy." Said Jet, trying to make light of the situation.
"And that's it" Spike asked, scrolling down the page to see if there was any more.
"There's no more information on the breakout except there was one." Jet supplied hurriedly, trying to make a bridge over the awkward silence. "Even bounty hunters, although lacking proper education, are still smart enough to know something is going on. We'll just have to watch tonight. But I..." Jet stopped. He wanted to say something but whatever it was, he didn't think it would go over well enough so he held his tongue.
"You think he broke out for the suitcase." Spike said for him.
"It's the most logical."
"Or to shoot me in the leg." He said, a bit of humor in his voice.
"Or to kill you" Said Ed piping in. There was an awkward silence broken only by a single echoing bark. He gave Ed another skeptical look.
"Well, he did say that it would never be over." Said Jet, using what Spike had told him to prove Ed's point as though he wanted it to be true.
"Have you guys been eating those mushrooms again"
"Ed hasn't" Screamed Ed, suddenly throwing up his arms and zooming around like a plane. Spike walked past Jet, and said"And you miss the old days"
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