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Spike's eyes widened as he heard the shot, but he didn't pause. Much to the contrary, he sped up. By the time he reached the small group of people, he could see Faye lying on the ground, Gage beside her. His eyes snapped up and he was surprised to stare back into ones that he believed he'd never see again. "You bastard. . ." Spike growled, his body deathly still for one long moment before he furiously launched himself at Code.
Code quickly sidestepped away from the older man, chuckling slightly as he did so. Spike placed one foot before him in order to stop and swing around to face Code. He could see a few people running off, either to call for help or because they were afraid of what would happen. Spike wasn't too concerned about what they were doing. All that mattered right now was Code, himself, and the blood that could be seen on Faye. He wasn't sure if it was Faye's or Gage's, but as he watched her out of the corner of his eye and seen that she didn't move, he suspected it to belong to Faye.
"I wasn't expecting Daddy to come to the rescue," Code sneered at Spike as another punch was thrown at him. As he sidestepped this time, the action was too slow and Spike's fist caught the side of Code's face. Momentarily knocking the other man off balance, Spike took advantage of this. His leg came up in a vicious roundhouse kick and Code was sent flying to the side, hitting the wall of the store.
It was just about that time when they could hear sirens going off in the background. So, someone had finally called the police. However, this was the last thing on Spike or Code's mind as Code slowly pulled himself back up. A pained expression rested on the man's face as he narrowed his eyes as Spike. "Old bastard. I think it's time for you to die," Code then growled as he launched himself at his adversary. Unlike the moment before as he was getting up, Code was no longer slow with his actions.
The man managed to land a punch to Spike's gut. As he doubled over, the air knocked out of him, Code brought a knee up into his face. That action violently swung Spike backwards. Ignoring the pain in his side, gut, and now nose, he caught himself before he hit the ground and bounced back up, quickly swinging a punch toward Code's face. His fist connected with its target, paying Code back the pain he had brought not even a minute earlier.
Stumbling backwards, Code's hand instinctively came up to wrap around his nose. He wiped a bit of blood from his face as he placed his fists in front of him, ready for Spike to attack once again. A roar of frustration emitting from the poofy-haired man, he once again threw himself forward. A series of punches and kicks flew by easily, most of them connecting. When he was done with this, Code was on the ground, hands clasped around his stomach.
Although his position spoke that of weakness, the expression on Code's face spoke in different volumes. Spike had then pulled his gun, preparing to deliver the final blow to the man lying on the ground. However, it was then that he heard the sound of many cocking guns behind him. A startled cry from Gage broke the momentary silence as another voice that Spike didn't recognize was heard. "I'd suggest putting that weapon down," it called.
Code grinned up at him, the expression somewhat triumphant. Spike wasn't sure whether the man behind him were ISSP officers or Code's cronies. The thought of killing Code, even though he'd probably be shot down soon afterward, crossed his mind. However, it was soon dismissed as he didn't wish Gage to see something like that. It was bad enough that his mother could be, and probably was, dying or dead. He was shook from his thoughts as the voice threatened to shoot to kill if he didn't discard the weapon.
Reluctantly, Spike's hand moved to the side and he allowed the gun to fall to the ground a good five or six feet away from him. A loud coughing sound came from Code's direction and a sinister smile crossed Spike's face as a bit of blood dribbled down the other man's chin. He was vaguely aware of the sound of footsteps behind him, a whimpering Gage, and the feel of cold and slick metal sliding around his wrists.
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"What do you mean you let him go?" Jet roared, slamming both hands down on the desk in front of him. He was standing in the middle of an ISSP police department, and more than one head turned his way. There were a few that completely stopped doing their tasks and watched him. He knew that each was wondering if they would have to stop Jet from tearing apart the man behind the desk. Judging by the look on the older man's face, it appeared as though he was, at the moment, capable of doing so.
"We have nothing against him," the man said, placing his hands up to signify he wanted peace. "But what about witnesses! Have you even talked to them yet?" Was Jet's next question. His voice was slightly lower, albeit still loud enough for the closer ISSP members to overhear. "Yes, we've talked to the few witnesses that we could gather. All said that Mr. Speigal was the first to pull a gun," the man then ventured to say as he shook his head slightly.
"Everything here is pointing to Spike Speigal attacking this man," he said as he began to flip through a manilla folder. Jet threw his hands up in annoyance. "Well what about Faye? Do you think he'd shoot his own wife? What happened there?" The older man asked. The officer could only present to him a shrug and a shake of his head. "Sir, all I know is what my superiors are telling me. This is what they're telling me. I don't know any more than you do," he then continued to talk as he shut the folder.
"Well then let me talk to your superiors," Jet growled. He sounded like an angry bear. Or perhaps a lion was closer to the sound of his voice. "I'm sorry sir, but I can't do that," he then said. Jet tore himself from the desk, spinning around and beginning to walk toward the door. Anyone in his way quickly scrambled out of his path. All could see by his look that if they stayed where they were, they would surely have their head through a wall. No one in their right mind wished that upon themselves.
Stepping out into the frosty night, Jet quickly pulled a cigarette from his pocket and he lit it. He ran a hand through his hair, or where it should be, trying to calm himself down. It wasn't working. Slowly retreating down the steps of the department, Jet took a long drag from the white cylinder that was clamped between his lips. It was bad enough that Faye was hurt. However, that happened a lot and everyone knew what to expect. It was a lot different when the one who put her in that position was Code. And, to make things even worse, Spike was in jail.
They hadn't set a court date yet, and there wasn't an offer for bail yet either. So, it looked like there was only one way to get him out. Calmly walking to the hammerhead, he climbed into the ship. "Time for a stress-reliever," Jet mumbled to himself as he flipped a few switches and the zip craft rumbled to life. He was used to the controls of the ship and lift-off was done mechanically. As he lifted into the air, he hovered over the police department. Flipping a few more switches, a satisfied smirk stretched his lips.
What he was about to do would not be safe and he would probably end up in jail for it later, but it had to be done. They couldn't let Code go on living. He'd merely continue to try and kill them. They needed Spike out of there and they needed him out now. Pressing all thoughts that this might in fact kill a few people, including Spike, away, Jet pressed another button. Bullets flew from his ship in large amounts, pelting the edge of the police department and ripping through the walls, beginning to create a hole.
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Um. . .yeah. REVIEW please! I must have reviews to go on, lol. I know, it took me a while to get this chapter out and it isn't the best, but I've had a lot of stuff getting in the way. Please forgive me? Lol. Hope you liked and thanks for reading.
A great big THANKYOU goes out to my reviewers.
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Spike's eyes widened as he heard the shot, but he didn't pause. Much to the contrary, he sped up. By the time he reached the small group of people, he could see Faye lying on the ground, Gage beside her. His eyes snapped up and he was surprised to stare back into ones that he believed he'd never see again. "You bastard. . ." Spike growled, his body deathly still for one long moment before he furiously launched himself at Code.
Code quickly sidestepped away from the older man, chuckling slightly as he did so. Spike placed one foot before him in order to stop and swing around to face Code. He could see a few people running off, either to call for help or because they were afraid of what would happen. Spike wasn't too concerned about what they were doing. All that mattered right now was Code, himself, and the blood that could be seen on Faye. He wasn't sure if it was Faye's or Gage's, but as he watched her out of the corner of his eye and seen that she didn't move, he suspected it to belong to Faye.
"I wasn't expecting Daddy to come to the rescue," Code sneered at Spike as another punch was thrown at him. As he sidestepped this time, the action was too slow and Spike's fist caught the side of Code's face. Momentarily knocking the other man off balance, Spike took advantage of this. His leg came up in a vicious roundhouse kick and Code was sent flying to the side, hitting the wall of the store.
It was just about that time when they could hear sirens going off in the background. So, someone had finally called the police. However, this was the last thing on Spike or Code's mind as Code slowly pulled himself back up. A pained expression rested on the man's face as he narrowed his eyes as Spike. "Old bastard. I think it's time for you to die," Code then growled as he launched himself at his adversary. Unlike the moment before as he was getting up, Code was no longer slow with his actions.
The man managed to land a punch to Spike's gut. As he doubled over, the air knocked out of him, Code brought a knee up into his face. That action violently swung Spike backwards. Ignoring the pain in his side, gut, and now nose, he caught himself before he hit the ground and bounced back up, quickly swinging a punch toward Code's face. His fist connected with its target, paying Code back the pain he had brought not even a minute earlier.
Stumbling backwards, Code's hand instinctively came up to wrap around his nose. He wiped a bit of blood from his face as he placed his fists in front of him, ready for Spike to attack once again. A roar of frustration emitting from the poofy-haired man, he once again threw himself forward. A series of punches and kicks flew by easily, most of them connecting. When he was done with this, Code was on the ground, hands clasped around his stomach.
Although his position spoke that of weakness, the expression on Code's face spoke in different volumes. Spike had then pulled his gun, preparing to deliver the final blow to the man lying on the ground. However, it was then that he heard the sound of many cocking guns behind him. A startled cry from Gage broke the momentary silence as another voice that Spike didn't recognize was heard. "I'd suggest putting that weapon down," it called.
Code grinned up at him, the expression somewhat triumphant. Spike wasn't sure whether the man behind him were ISSP officers or Code's cronies. The thought of killing Code, even though he'd probably be shot down soon afterward, crossed his mind. However, it was soon dismissed as he didn't wish Gage to see something like that. It was bad enough that his mother could be, and probably was, dying or dead. He was shook from his thoughts as the voice threatened to shoot to kill if he didn't discard the weapon.
Reluctantly, Spike's hand moved to the side and he allowed the gun to fall to the ground a good five or six feet away from him. A loud coughing sound came from Code's direction and a sinister smile crossed Spike's face as a bit of blood dribbled down the other man's chin. He was vaguely aware of the sound of footsteps behind him, a whimpering Gage, and the feel of cold and slick metal sliding around his wrists.
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"What do you mean you let him go?" Jet roared, slamming both hands down on the desk in front of him. He was standing in the middle of an ISSP police department, and more than one head turned his way. There were a few that completely stopped doing their tasks and watched him. He knew that each was wondering if they would have to stop Jet from tearing apart the man behind the desk. Judging by the look on the older man's face, it appeared as though he was, at the moment, capable of doing so.
"We have nothing against him," the man said, placing his hands up to signify he wanted peace. "But what about witnesses! Have you even talked to them yet?" Was Jet's next question. His voice was slightly lower, albeit still loud enough for the closer ISSP members to overhear. "Yes, we've talked to the few witnesses that we could gather. All said that Mr. Speigal was the first to pull a gun," the man then ventured to say as he shook his head slightly.
"Everything here is pointing to Spike Speigal attacking this man," he said as he began to flip through a manilla folder. Jet threw his hands up in annoyance. "Well what about Faye? Do you think he'd shoot his own wife? What happened there?" The older man asked. The officer could only present to him a shrug and a shake of his head. "Sir, all I know is what my superiors are telling me. This is what they're telling me. I don't know any more than you do," he then continued to talk as he shut the folder.
"Well then let me talk to your superiors," Jet growled. He sounded like an angry bear. Or perhaps a lion was closer to the sound of his voice. "I'm sorry sir, but I can't do that," he then said. Jet tore himself from the desk, spinning around and beginning to walk toward the door. Anyone in his way quickly scrambled out of his path. All could see by his look that if they stayed where they were, they would surely have their head through a wall. No one in their right mind wished that upon themselves.
Stepping out into the frosty night, Jet quickly pulled a cigarette from his pocket and he lit it. He ran a hand through his hair, or where it should be, trying to calm himself down. It wasn't working. Slowly retreating down the steps of the department, Jet took a long drag from the white cylinder that was clamped between his lips. It was bad enough that Faye was hurt. However, that happened a lot and everyone knew what to expect. It was a lot different when the one who put her in that position was Code. And, to make things even worse, Spike was in jail.
They hadn't set a court date yet, and there wasn't an offer for bail yet either. So, it looked like there was only one way to get him out. Calmly walking to the hammerhead, he climbed into the ship. "Time for a stress-reliever," Jet mumbled to himself as he flipped a few switches and the zip craft rumbled to life. He was used to the controls of the ship and lift-off was done mechanically. As he lifted into the air, he hovered over the police department. Flipping a few more switches, a satisfied smirk stretched his lips.
What he was about to do would not be safe and he would probably end up in jail for it later, but it had to be done. They couldn't let Code go on living. He'd merely continue to try and kill them. They needed Spike out of there and they needed him out now. Pressing all thoughts that this might in fact kill a few people, including Spike, away, Jet pressed another button. Bullets flew from his ship in large amounts, pelting the edge of the police department and ripping through the walls, beginning to create a hole.
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Um. . .yeah. REVIEW please! I must have reviews to go on, lol. I know, it took me a while to get this chapter out and it isn't the best, but I've had a lot of stuff getting in the way. Please forgive me? Lol. Hope you liked and thanks for reading.