"BANG!!!
Welcome cowboys!
Our new bounty for today is...
Gosh, this won't be easy, I'm warning you.
10 million is on the head of this guy!
Stephen Cock!!!
The authority and some well-known organizations are after him.
According to a reliable source he's in-
Oops, we ran out of time.
Sorry but we have to part.
So, cowboys, good luck!"
BANG!!!
10 million
A sudden shifting from the back told her she's not alone anymore.
Yeah, right!
Jet and Spike stood there looking interested.
"How 'bout that, Faye?"
Jet asked directly.
She knows the other guy's out of this.
"10 million, Jet. Why not?"
He turned to him.
"How 'bout you?"
Faye glared at Jet.
He's okay now but I don't think he should include himself to any kind of this stuff, yet.
But he ignored her and waited patiently for Spike, whose eyes were still focused on black, blank monitor.
"When?"
"Well, I have to track the jackal first. With such sum, I bet that'll take time."
Faye just listened to them.
Thoughts were jumping up and down on her my mind.
Why would you let him?
He can't.
But who am I to know what's best for him?
I don't really know him.
"Faye!"
"Hey, dumb-dumb!"
That shook her off.
"Who are you calling names, spikehead?"
Raising an eyebrow and ready to bite - ehem! Fight rather.
"We've been discussing objectives here and you're just admiringly stunned."
It's been his habit, annoying Faye and making her his recipient of his sarcasm.
"You must have mistaken admiration for irritation, stupid!"
She doesn't care about sending such words back because somehow she feels his presence only through these kinds of instances.
If he's not trying to annoy her or talking to Jet, he's been shutting himself in his room.
Thinking.
Maybe.
He's a bit distant on most times.
Distant than he was before.
"Lay back! No more cockfighting for today. We have a project."
Jet's been the referee and the mediator, always.
Spike raised both hands as a sign of a truce.
"If this guy we're suppose to hunt down is that witty, we won't find him easily."
"So you suggest?"
"Eherm! I think I know who's in your mind Spike. You know this person Faye-Faye. Don't wanna admit it but if she was here, I know it won't be hard tracking the guy down, Faye- Faye and Spike-Spike."
Only one name was on their mind.
But would she be willing to come back to help them now that she found a place where she really belongs?
Ed.
"Ein-Ein and Ed are okay here, Faye- Faye. I don't think I can go there, anyway. Dad-dad always takes us with him. I'm having fun, Faye-Faye!"
The familiar smile on her face grew even brighter.
It's obvious Ed.
Good for you...
But they really need her help.
The old man's having a hard time finding this Stephen Cock.
There's a different mark on his face when he remembers Ed and Ein.
He misses you two and Spike, too.
"Ed, just this once. Come on. The guys are going crazy. They miss you and they really really need your help."
There was hesitation on her face.
Ein jumped up on Ed and covered Ed. He's barking as a sign of recognition.
"See, Ein wants to help."
Ed shove the dog a little to have a view of Faye.
"Well, I dunno. But maybe Ein wants to, so i'll try Faye-Faye. I'll ask dad-dad."
"Okay. But please hurry up."
"Yes, Faye- Faye! Tell Jet-Jet and Spike-Spike i miss bebop-bop."
'This kid's hopeless.' she murmured before signaling off.
Computer Search
Results found: Stephen Cock
According to Universal Police:
Stephen Cock
A new blacklist. He robbed the recently concluded seminar for engaged couples in Titan's Space Cruise.
He stole a few important jewels auctioned in the said event. These included the "Black Ice Berg", a necklace supposedly for a bride.
Nothing follows
"Well, that's all!" Jet frowns as he reads the few details revealed about their bounty.
"I wonder how much that necklace's worth."
Jet eyed him for a moment and coughed.
"Jet, it must be worth something. It's in for bidding and I don't think he'll have 10 million under his nose if he didn't steal anything that high valued. Besides, it's the only accessory highlighted."
Spike detailed, a-matter-of-factly.
They're not really sure if they can count on Ed.
The twerp's living the life she longed for.
How could they object?
But all they get from the web are bio-data facts, and tiny-winy scraps of information.
They need some kind of angel to show up.
"Tell me, Jet..."
His tone was deep, not a hint of feeling could be reflected, and it was neither a command nor a plain request. It seemed like the most common words any person would say.
"What?"
Jet was at ease like he always had been.
The word flew out of Spike's mouth. The question he wanted to ask two days ago, since he woke up.
"Why, Jet?"
"Why what? Speak English, Spike."
But he knew very well what he was asking.
"You're still alive because it's not yet your time. Satisfied?"
"Cut the crap, Jet. I want details. I've been keeping this and I'm going to explode."
He let out a deep sigh before giving up.
"The Spike I knew wouldn't care whether he live or die. But since you're persistent... it's Faye."
Faye?
How's she related to my... hmmm... resurrection?
"The day you left, I went to meet somebody. He told me you won't make it. I had the feeling it's your last flight...
Every night since then Faye's been ... well... a lot different. She tried to act normal at first but what she didn't know was that i see her creeping out bed. She goes to your room and stays there."
"What's she doing there? Calling me names and throwing vulgar words in the air, hoping I'd hear whatever word spills out?"
"Kinda but a little different than what you expect, though."
How different? The question was playing on his mind before Jet continued his narration.
"Every night, she massacres your room and if your pillow was alive, then, I say it'll be dead on the spot. She's been embracing your pillow, muttering your name. I witnessed those moments when she would almost fall over the bed because she's crying... I decided to track you down dead or alive. Luckily I found you... soundly sleeping in a comfy bed while we were dead tired of worrying! -I mean F-Faye... she was really worried and depressed over it."
Lying old Jet.
"I brought you here that day you woke up. She woke you up, I guess. And that's also when I saw a mushy scene. You know what I mean?"
Before Spike could even react, something flew over and hit Jet's face. It was Spike's shirt, stripped of on some part.
"What are you gossiping about? We have work to do. Men, you can't trust them."
and Faye turned around before any of them could digest what just happened.
"What happened to that?" Looking at his shirt, he suspiciously eyed Jet.
"Uhm... She did that. The day you left, she got a pair of scissors and started cutting it off. I even heard her call you... It was something like. 'Stupid Spikehead! Damn you.' I hope you won't take it against her."
But there was that teasing glitter on his face.
Obviously he wanted him to pick up some message.
'"Ed said he's not sure if he can help!"
They heard Faye from outside.
The dumb-dumb!
Speaking behind my back.
Well...
I should still thank Jet.
But I won't let that cock-head's ego rise up!
Even though...
I admit... I did those silly things because of him.
Why I did that?
I don't know.
Well, an hour passed by!
Wait , i'll try adding a new chapter tomorrow.
That is if you're still interested in this... uhmm... story?
Dunno what kind!
Well, it's kinda falls on the romantic side, I guess.
:-P
Sayonara for now!