Had I known this was going to happen, I would have never joined. I joined this damned Syndicate so I could find out who murdered my mother and return the favor. I ever used to be like this, I suppose it was the death of the only person that ever cared for me. After my mother I had no one. I had no siblings, and god knows who my father was. My mother knew, but she said it was unimportant. The only other people who come close to caring about me are Shin and Lin. They're like my own family, like my own brothers. They are the two over protective older brothers.

But now I'm stuck here. There's no way I'm getting out of here alive. I have a snowball's fleeting chance in hell. The Syndicate is too large anyway… Even if I were to get away from here, I'd have an APB put out on me and within two seconds I'd be back awaiting my cruel fate. Probably death. Nobody gets out alive. No matter where you go, you can find a Syndicate member somewhere. Not always from Vicious sect, but still in the Syndicate.

I decided that I would go out on my own today. Go and 'relax.' I picked Mars for this particular day. There was no way I'd go back to Callisto. I just couldn't do it, I'd want to stay, so when they brought me back, its hurt even worse.

I sighed and I took off with a kick. Eventually you get used to it, really. It took my a very short time to get there from where we were. I landed quickly and without damage this time. I took a quick glance around and grabbed my hand gun and katana. I would most likely find a bounty hunter here, but I didn't care. Even if I couldn't take on Vicious, I could take on a mere bounty hunter. Somehow, I found my way into an old bar somewhere. I took my seat at the bar and looked to the bartender. "What'll it be miss?" He asked. I smiled slightly. No trouble here, that's good.

"Water, will be fine." I said. He nodded and fetched my water, putting the glass on the bar. I looked around after thanking the man and found three people watching me. A tall, wild haired man in a blue suit, a man with a mechanical arm, and a woman whose clothes were so tight you'd think they were painted on. I sighed and went back to looking around. Soon I found myself surrounded by the same three people who were watching me earlier.

"You!" The man in the suit yelled. "Where's Vicious?" He snapped. I turned my head directly to him, smiling a twisted smiled.

"Know Vicious, do you?" I asked. He sighed and shifted his weight, they all pointed guns at me. I let out a sigh as well, watching the. "Ooh, pretty neat, I have one too." I said taking out my hand gun.

" Don't play games with me!" He shouted in annoyance. I looked at him calmly, if not amoral. I tilted my head and watched him.

"On the ship, somewhere out there. You can go after him, but I'm sure his little doggies with keep you away from him." I said. "Technically, I wasn't supposed to say it, but oh well. Now, if you don't mind kindly pointing your guns in a different direction, that would be lovely." I said. They put there guns away and I smiled. "Why thank you, how kind of you." I said, stood up and exited that place. If they wanted a piece of him, I couldn't care less. Let them go after them. Suddenly, as I was about to take another step something hit me. I had to find out what that suited man's name was. I turned and raced back to the bar, finding that they had gone. I gasped and groaned slightly, kicking the doorway. "Goddamnit!" I shouted and turned away, walking back out of the door. I had always been late with things like that.

Lin and Shin once told me of a man. He had wild bushy hair and two different colored eyes. His name was Spike and he was a Syndicate dog too, and he'd gotten out alive. I couldn't exactly see his eyes in the dim bar light, but I the other things about that man made me think he was the very same Spike Spiegel that Lin and Shin had spoken of. I wanted to know how he got free, how he got out. How he was still alive after fifty years.

Once I reached the pod I kicked something in the ship. Which was moronic, because I don't know it you know, but metal things usually don't move when you kick them. I sighed and took a seat at the control panel, punching start button. I wrapped my long slender fingers about the controls, and was off. I watched everything in front of me whip by like my life. I wasn't going back to the HQ yet, I had time. If Vicious had needed me, I would have known by now, I would have been radioed. Once I had reached an empty place in space, I shut the engine off and let it hang there. I turned on the radio to a good rock station that came in and plopped myself down in the middle of the pod. I sat screaming at myself for being stupid enough to be here.

I could have been a normal woman. Hell maybe I could have had a real life! Whats wrong with me! Why didn't I just move on with my life? Why did I have to put myself through this hell, all of this pain. I think death would be one of the best solutions! If I wasn't alive I wouldn't be here…Bu I wont commit suicide. Its dishonorable, even to a killer. To a killer, honor means everything. Oh, the horror. How dramatic. HOW PATHETIC!

I sighed as I heard the crackling of my radio. I picked it up and turned it on, pushing the button. "Yeah, who is it?" I asked. More crackling.

"Its Lin! Get you're ass back here! Vicious is about to have us on a mission!" He yelled I sighed and stuck my tongue out, crossing my eyes. NYA!

"I'll be right there, Lin." I said seriously, shut the radio off and climbed back into the drivers seat. I turned on the engine to the pod and was off in a heartbeat. Oh boy, here comes more blood shed…Was all I could think on my way back.

It was odd, putting my feet back down on the cold metal of the ship once I was there. I was there only about half a second before I was told to get back into the pod. This time I would be traveling with Vicious himself. Gulp. I don't think I've ever been more afraid in my life then the moment I was told that I would be going with Vicious himself. He looked at me through cold eyes and I tried to stay my calmest. My heart was beating in my ears, and it was all I could hear. I hoped he couldn't hear it. I watched out the window the entire time, until I was spoken to.

"What did you do on Callisto?" He asked coldly. I swallowed and sighed some.

"I was crashed, Sir. There wasn't much I could do." I said.

"Weren't you told that in those situations, the first thing you do is try to contact the headquarters?" He snapped, still holding his cold composure.

"I did, Sir. I tried just about every day, many times." I told him. I was hoping that he wouldn't punish me. It was making me angry that he thought it was my fault. I had been gunned down, no doubt by some useless boneheaded bounty hunter. I gritted my teeth and resisted the urge to yank him but his silvery hair to the floor, and rip his eyes out. I know that's fighting girly but I am a woman after all. Its well known that most women fight dirtily. I don't usually but if I was going to pull a bitch-fight move on Vicious, I'd have to finish it off that way.

"You should have tried harder." He said simply. This cause my rage to flare up. How dare he?

"With all due respect, sir! What was I supposed to do? I can't just magically make my damn signal work." I said severely annoyed. " I tried everything in my power, sir, to do what was procedure." I snapped. He never once turned his head from staring directly in front of him.

"And what did you do on Mars?" He asked, completely ignoring my exasperated anger and rage toward him. In his own way he was cocky. Not your average cocky, smart ass cocky. He was the cold cocky that challenged you to challenge him, telling you with his eyes and body language that it would be fatal to try. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fist. I ended up biting my tongue, causing it to bleed. Arg, just wonderful.

" I went to a bar, sir." I said coldly. I was being just as cocky as he was, in his very own way. I knew this could get me killed, but I didn't care. There really was nothing left here for me.

"Is that all?" He asked.

"Yes. That is all." I paused. "Except I met a few bounty hunters there. They asked me about you." I said. "No. Big. Deal." I said, now I was becoming smart ass cocky.

"No big deal, you say?" He asked like the asshole that he was. I sneered out the window.

"Yes, no big deal. I simply left. I think the man was Spike Spiegel." I said. Instantly he snapped his head at me, but I didn't move away from the window. I sighed some.

"What?" He asked. Now he started to sound a bit angry. I sighed.

"Sir, it really was no big deal. He asked me about you and I left. No gunfire, no blood shed. He wanted to know where you were." I told him. The rest of the ride there was silent, and I wouldn't be riding back with him. Once we reached the planet, which I soon found out was Mars, I was shocked but I smiled a bit. I wondered if we might run into good ole Spike. That would be…funny. I don't know why there was so much bad blood between them, and I didn't much care. I would ask Lin later. I had the duty of staying outside of the door, to watch for anything that might screw up Vicious' deal. It would seem that that was all we did anymore. Red Eye this, Red Eye that. I sighed and leaned against the wall adjacent to the door, hand on the hilt of my katana.

Soon a man walked up to us. He had a long black trench, like ours, but it was more bland. There was no gold trimming or crimson lining. I looked at him oddly momentarily. "I'm sorry sir, but you may not enter this door." I said, professionally. He stared at me for a log moment and turned, walking away. The man stopped mid-step and pulled out a hand gun. I looked at it, frozen a moment, then my senses came back to me. I produced my own hand gun and pointed it toward the man as he did me. He charged at me, holding his gun out. I charged at him was well, smirking slightly. He came close enough so that the end of the barrel of the hand gun was a few centimeters from my nose. I did a back step, then a back flip, bringing my foot to his chin. This sent him backwards, landing against the bar. I stepped over to him, placing one of my rubbed combat-boot soles to his throat. I leaned down, putting slight pressure on his throat. He reached of his gun but I pushed it away with my sword sheath. Through cold blue eyes I watched him struggled for a minute, and eventually relax. "I said, no entry." I finished coldly. I didn't kill him, but he would be unconscious for a while now. With long strides, I walked back over to the door where a fellow dog was standing. He applauded me and I sneered. "Don't applaud what I have just done. That is nothing to be proud of." I scoffed. He watched my in disbelief for a minute but returned his attention to the guarding within seconds.

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