Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop, but my characters are mine.
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As the boy landed his foot on the floor, her brought the other up to slam a steel-toed boot into the side of Jet's head. His swing wasn't very hard. He couldn't gather enough power in the close proximity of the hallway. However, it still produced the desired result. He then stooped to lift Jet's fallen gun from the floor. He stared at the old man for a minute, making sure he wouldn't be getting back up for a while. Lifting himself into a standing position, he looked down the hall and smiled. This would be a piece of cake from now on.
He closed the knife and tucked it back into his pocket before he continued, carefully walking down the hall. There should only be three on this ship, the old man, the injured woman, and the kid. However, you could never be too sure. One of the major lessons in the syndicate was 'always expect the unexpected.' His boots softly echoed on the hard floor as he made his way down the hall. They had to be in one of these rooms. . .but which one?
Swinging the first door open, he leveled the gun there. Nothing. "Damn it!" he cursed softly. They were sending him on a game of hide and seek. Even as a young, young child, he hated that game. On that subject, he hated many of the games other youngsters played. They were foolish, he thought. After his mother died, he always tried to act older than his age. He had to act like that to survive. Being in the syndicate only helped him to grow stronger, or so he believed.
Much to the contrary, no one else seemed to think the same way. Ah, but that was fixed now. Someone believed in him and when this was all over, when he had succeeded, he would be known. He wouldn't be a mere child any more. A grin stretched his lips as he kicked open the next door to see an empty bed. Nothing special there. Taking one last glance to make sure, he moved onto the next room.
The boy's sensitive ears caught what sounded like the rustling of clothes. This was it. Someone was in there. Crushing his foot into the door he watched as it fell halfway open. He leveled his gun at the woman lying in the bed. From the side of the door jumped a small blur. That small blur was sharp. With a short yelp, the boy jumped back, looking at his wrist. It was bleeding. That was when he saw the little boy, a small knife in his hand.
"Hello there," the older boy smiled, placing the gun to Gage's head. Involuntarily, he stepped back. "We'll have none of that," the older boy whispered, stepping into the room. That was when the knife came up again and Gage rushed forward, trying to take a chunk out of the thirteen year old's stomach. Twisting to the side, he easily evaded the young boy's attack. Snatching out, he grabbed the kid's wrist and twisted, watching as the knife fell to the floor. The boy let out a sharp cry as he was lifted from the floor.
"Mom!" he then screeched, knowing that his mother probably couldn't hear him and would not be able to do anything even if she did. "Dad!" was the next word that escaped Gage's mouth before the teenager wrapped a hand around his mouth. "Mommy and daddy aren't here for you know, kid," he whispered sinisterly.
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Escaping from the ship had not been a problem. Spike had noticed, but he was too busy with the remaining ships to come after him. Not to mention that he didn't fully know what had happened yet. What a surprise it would be when he landed back at the Bebop. . .A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he walked through the door, an unconscious Gage hanging from his shoulder. When his eyes came to rest on the shadow of a man before him, he instinctively dropped to one knee. However, his eyes never left the icy blue gaze of his mentor.
"I see you succeeded," the man spoke, his voice somewhat scratchy. "You thought I wouldn't?" The boy countered. His words brought a chuckle from the other man. "Good job," he then said, twisting a large black feather between his fingers, "You will be rewarded for your actions."
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Anyone have a guess as to who this man with the feather is? What about the boy? Who do you think he is? Guess! Lol. Have fun guys. . .yeah, and review! Please?