Luck's Best was an excellent hide-out for the moment for the group. Talk of going to find Twilight Gemini was putting Clive into a welcomed research. They would leave as soon as possible. For the moment however, Jet was taking to the afternoon streets in the purpose of purchasing a few items he would later possibly give out.

"What can I get for you sir?" The clerk questioned at the wooden counter.

Jet leaned on that counter. "What can't you?" He grinned looking around. "I'd like some...green tea, oolong tea, and...Bering Sea."

"Bering Sea?"

"Huh?"

"First of all, you said sea and not tea."

"Did I?" Jet looked speechless. "Well, I think I mean-Get down!" He ducks quickly as a boomerang his size takes out the front of the store and just misses him while knocking the clerk into the back wall. The weapon finally returns to the street. Jet moves to the fallen merchant. "You okay?"

The man stirred. "Yeah...just a bit winded."

"Charged Ark of Destiny for the damages. Name's Alfred." Jet lies before heading into the street. A man with medium-long auburn hair stood holding the large boomerang. Dressed in a sleeveless shirt and long shorts the man gave off a menacing aura despite his kind exterior. Body lanky and surprising that he could hold such weapon.

"Jet Enduro!" The man shouts.

"If I must be."

The men grinned. "I am a drifter, Phil. I don't like such a title though...drifter? I am more of a...what's those words? Ah, bounty hunter."

"So you came to get me?"

"A bounty on you for theft."

"Theft?" Jet was expecting murder. Mainly the fact people thought he killed Lamium. Did getting rid of those files already start paying off. Still, theft?

"Of food. I believe you were in Golden Dodge and you were caught on such accounts." Jet cursed under his breath. There was still incriminating data on him alone. "You're lucky though. They want you alive."

"If you really want me...you're going to have to catch me away from these people." Jet nodded to the townspeople nearby.

"No way. I don't care about these people's welfare, and it gives you a weakness!" At that the boomerang flies at Jet who slides under it drawing his ARM.

"Have it your way!" Jet fires shots out near the crowd and above to get them to run away. They were interested in what was happening, but did not want to get interactive. Jet runs at Phil, but the boomerang that was returning knocks him aside.

Phil catches the weapon. "I look for the stronger opponents, and I hope that is what you are. A good fight is far better than any stupid reward." He waits for Jet to get on his feet.

"You're awful, y'know? You hurt entire groups of people rather than one? Friends, society, and economy."

"Thanks for the compliments...are you about done with your preaching and speeches of justice? I'd love to get some of your blood on my weapon as well as some of mine on you."

Jet glared as he steadied himself. The boomerang was much larger than his own, and it had hit him hard. He had to talk just to get more strength. "I can't wait...someday you'll find yourself in my position. Acting human and finding real pain rather than ones that you inflict."

"A good jest." He hurls his boomerang again at Jet who moves aside. Lunging forward Jet is dismissed by a kick as Phil snags his boomerang on the rebound. Swinging it like some large blade at Jet who can only block it with his ARM with two arms. Jumping away from Jet Phil unleashes his weapon again while Jet once more moves from it's path and charges at Phil again. Another dodge from Phil, but this time his weapon connects with Jet's back sending the boy to the ground in greater pain. "Who is the foolish one?" Phil quips.

Jet puts his two hands to the dirt and attempts to stand. The pain disables such and he falls to the dirt again. "I can't...fail." He moves but the pain hits harder in his poor bones. "You think that people who stand behind me make me weak?"

"Other people only bring a person down. They make them weak...just like you are now."

"That's wrong!" Jet argues in an agitated voice. The pain still hit him. "I think they make me stronger. When they need me, and...I give them my all, even on my last breath. I've always...run from them, but...they've made me into who you see now."

"A poor whelp."

"It's the same for you." Jet argues placing his two hands on the dirt again. "I've made unspoken promises...and I intend to keep them!"

Jet stands in a final attempt to win. "You forget...your friends will fall back on their promises and they will leave you helpless." Phil readies his boomerang. "You will not always be able to keep your own promises." The boomerang is flung outward throwing Jet to the ground throwing dirt about in the air. Phil spits onto the ground. "I will never be like you."

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Jet sits quietly in the chair. Virginia, Gallows and Clive showing up across from him. The bars between the two.

Virginia's heart pains her to see him back here again. Not back here, because they have never been to this jail cell in Luck's Best, but he was back in this state. "Jet." She softly shoots out.

"You've finally come." He loses his poor face and puts on a neutral one. "I see Emilia hasn't come."

"Emilia is...Emilia." Gallows replied.

"This man that caught you...he must have been skilled." Clive interjects.

"He...wasn't."

"What do you mean?" Clive wondered.

"He was actually a bad fighter. Maybe...I'll tell you more about it another time." Jet replied. "All I'll say is that he won because he was the true epitome of heartless."

"You can get your revenge on the guy when we bust you out tonight." Gallows comments.

"I'm not leaving." Jet says in deviance.

"What?" Gallows asks in disbelief. "You're not serious."

"I only have to be here for twenty-three weeks. That isn't a long time. I will serve my time, and that's all I can do." Jet pauses. "You have to stick together guys. You can't let your guard down. You can't stay here."

"You're...telling us to leave you here totally?" Virginia stammered.

He nods. "I want you guys just to go out there and have fun. There's no point we all should be beat up."

Clive nods. "I'll do as you say."

Gallows reluctantly nods as well. "Gotta admire you for something so stupid."

"Jet." Virginia could put no more words out.

"Yeah?"

"I...I," She drifts her eyes from his. "Be careful. Stay well, and...when the time is over...we'll pick up right where we left off and go find the Twilight Gemini."

Jet nods. "You guys...uh...stay well...and stuff...too...y'know, I...don't wanna...come back to the...wrong people and all."

"So...this is it then? We say good-bye?" Virginia questions.

"This isn't good-bye." He snaps.

"Merely a parting on a path." Clive interjects. "Jet has gone on one fork in the path and we have gone the other. While his may be longer it will end up in the same place as our own. We just have to wait for him to catch up."

The sheriff walks up. "Visiting time's over."

They all nod and the group leaves Jet behind. "He was awfully calm for a guy in prison." Gallows comments.

Clive opens his mouth. "Yeah, he was."

"No...he was more afraid." Virginia responds. "Not calm at all." She leaves the two for the outside of the town.

Gallows scratches his head. "He wasn't calm?"

"She can read him better than us." Clive replies.

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See...now that chapter a few bit ago makes sense a little more, eh? I was going to change the story...but decided against it. I was worried the jail thing wouldn't work. Thought about a magical dungeon that separated the group for 23 weeks. Then I forgot how Jet would eat. Drink. Whatever. So I went through with this. And so begins the eighth "Chapter" (Book) of NDS after this one. And the whole Nobuo is off looking for Generator Eon for the next 6 months now makes sense too. Well, there's still a question about what Jet meant by the fact that he lost to a crappy fighter. A very un-Jet like move was used and we'll all see what happens in the 8th book. Now...I have to painstakingly write it...oh joy! Reviews give me power and so, write them. I may be done sooner and have twice the amount of chapters if you do.