Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop.

Yeah, I'm trying to get another chapter out. . . If all goes as planned, I might be able to finish this, or almost finish this, before Christmas break is over.

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Jet's eyes widened as he realized that an enemy ship had boarded the Bebop. What the hell was going on here? The older man hoped up, grabbing the gun that rested on the counter before him. He had to go find Gage. Chances were that the boy would be with his unconscious mother. Jet trotted down the hallway, his boots hitting the metal ungracefully and sending shrills clangs echoing through the Bebop. However, Jet didn't seem too worried about it. Whoever was on the Bebop would find them sooner or later anyway.

Jet swung into Faye's room to see Gage sitting on the bed beside his mother. Faye was in the same condition as she had been in and it didn't appear as though she had moved any since the last time he had checked on her. Ah, but he couldn't worry about that now. There were other things that were more important. "Gage, listen to me. Stay in here unless either me or Spike come and get you. Okay?" Jet spoke as he hastily traversed the length of the small room and pulled open a drawer in the small bedside table.

From that drawer he produced a knife. Turning, he handed it to Gage. "I didn't think I'd need to hide a gun in here and that's the only thing left around. If you need to, use it." Jet then told him as he once more slid from the room. Once outside of it, he pressed a few buttons on a panel that was mounted next to the door and watched as it slid closed. Taking a deep breath, Jet once more turned around and held his breath. He was listening to something. Anything. Breathing, walking, mumbling; anything would do. Anything would help him to pinpoint where there enemy was and how many of them there were.

The older man exhaled when he heard nothing and began walking in the direction of the hangar. He only made it halfway when he heard the footsteps rapidly closing in on him. The good news was that he only heard one set. Steadying the pistol in front of him, Jet waited as a man rounded the corner on him. His eyes widened as he saw who it was. "What the hell?"

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Yeah, lovely way to end a chapter, huh? Sorry bout that but my mom is rushing me off the computer. A big thank you goes out to all who reviewed and all those who will review! :: Hint Hint ::