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Something that I realized when I was writing this was that, I could actually hear some of the characters saying the lines. I can always imagine them doing what I want but sometimes it's hard to catch their spirits. Sometimes I read fics that people just make up and twist, like Spike being as go lucky as Ed. I can hear Faye's voice the loudest in this fic and I have no idea why. The only way to understand people's fics is to do that. You have to hear the voices. Lol, that sounds strange. But that's the secret, just some...I don't know...insight, I guess, so you can enjoy the fic.
Enough of my weird ways. Ho, to the fic, I say!
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Chapter Two
Faye was back at the races by the same time the next morning, only returning when she had lost the usual amount of money and by that time Ed and Ein were curled up in some unimaginable position, snoring with mouths open, since the day had melted into night.
Even Jet was dozing. He had been surfing the net for any clues to help Faye with her newest hacker case, which of course, Spike had absolutely nothing to do with.
Spike hated hacker cases. He could be quoted on it whenever Faye asked him if he wanted to join in.
"Hackers are boring and chasing hackers is even more boring." Then he would yawn and fall asleep somewhere.
Spike was listening to his headset, which he had connected to the major frequencies, where all the large companies did their blackmail and scandals. Tonight the only company on the channel was Cherious Medical and the people on the walkie-talkies were just incessantly blabbering. He was trying to decode one of the messages when she came in. She was half-angry with them and half-frustrated. They had launched into space and left her at the races so Jet could search for her hacker but she said nothing about it, hoping, in fact, he would have something for her to go off of.
"Don't you all get tired of doing the same thing every night?"
"Don't you get tired of losing money every day?" Jet asked, jerking awake. He yawned and closed the laptop, which said, "See ya later!" In Ed's go lucky voice. Spike removed his headphones.
"Did you have any luck with the hacker?" She asked Jet who shook his head.
"His signal is currently coming from Callisto, but no one in their right minds would hack on Callisto, or live there for any matter. There's nothing there." Spike sat up.
"Not even a good place for a hideout?" She asked, landing next to Spike and leaning back dramatically.
"Nope. Not anymore. Population died out, really."
"Give me that." Said Spike, motioning towards the computer. Faye and Jet looked at him with some uncertainty, but Jet passed over the computer anyway, shooting Faye a sidelong glance of skepticism. He opened it and Ed's voice rang out again from the computer, "Ichi Ni San!" and he began typing away.
"I's him." He handed the computer over to Jet. "Look at the patterns. No one else would go to the trouble to post on Callisto. He's baiting us." Faye looked confused; her eyes were on Jet as though if she looked at him long enough that he would inform her of what was going on the minute Spike left the room. But Jet's eyes were focused on the screen where Spike was pointing. Faye had never seen Spike act this way. Usually when Spike was sure of a bounty's position or made a new discovery, he got more riled, or at the very least, anxious. He liked the fight. But she noted none of the usual apprehension on his face. It was more concerned. They stopped pointing. Spike leaned back against the couch, hand on his head. Jet's eyes were still whirring across the page.
"Let's have Ed look at it in the morning." Jet said, finally closing the computer.
"See ya later." Said the computer. Faye knew they were itching to talk so she got up, walked out, staying close by the door so she could listen. But neither of them spoke for a long time.
"Are you going after him?" Spike said nothing. "If you go, you should at least tell me so I'm not surprised when you don't come back." He seemed to be searching.
"Of course I'm going after him." Jet stood up.
"If that's-" But he stopped. "I'll be here, if you do decide to come back." And he walked off, towards the cockpit. Faye looked around the corner hesitantly. Spike was hunched over, his elbows resting on his knees.
He stood up and Faye went back around the corner and lit up. He came around the corner, expecting her to be there and he paid no attention, walking right past her, toward the hangar.
"Uh! You're leaving now?" She asked huffily. He stopped. He seemed undecided, as if whatever he was doing was the right thing, but some part of him wondered if he should just walk away, anyway. He kept walking.
"Don't get yourself killed." She warned him.
"You do care." He stated, paying her no more mind.
"Ha!" She laughed airily as he disappeared from view, but stopped almost instantly. She didn't know why she thought it, but the thought did happen to cross her mind that without Spike, the Bebop would be a very dull place.
