Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop.

A thank you goes out to my two reviewers! I love reviews. (If you couldn't already tell, lol.)

And I'm SO sorry for not updating in so long. I've been going through a lot of family problems lately and I beg your forgiveness!

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Spike hastily pulled on his gloves as he flicked a few switches in the Swordfish 2. Slower than he would have liked, the Swordfish was ready for takeoff. Zooming from the hangar, Spike spun the zip craft around to face the mini-Dragon army. "Well, this should be fun," Spike whispered sarcastically as he readied himself for a fight. The zip crafts opposite him were all facing him as if they expected him to be the one to emerge from the ship.

Smiling cockily, Spike opened fire on his adversaries. They wouldn't stand a chance; not in the mood he was in. They would all be scrap metal before they knew it. A sneer twisted the man's lips as he twisted away from an barrier of bullets. All of them together could prove to be a challenge, but Spike hadn't had one of those lately and, truth to tell, he was looking forward to it.

The fuzzy-haired bounty hunter managed to manouver himself behind one of the Red Dragons and he opened fire on them. The bullets dented the hull before finally tearing through, hitting the gas can and causing a mini explosion. Turning to the rest of the fleet, Spike didn't notice the lone ship that had made it's way to the Bebop.

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I know it was very short, but hopefully I'll have another chapter up soon. This chappie was just to let you know that I'm still alive and I haven't forgotten about my story like I did the first one. Well, please review and thanks in advance to any of you who will return to keep reading this story. My updates probably won't be as fast from now, but I'll try my hardest to get up at least one a month until I finish. Cya!