"This is you." He said almost knowingly. She nodded as she skimmed through the magazine clipping.
"Yeah, I was the little girl. Those were my parents. My dad was a racer, not only did he race cars, he raced ships too. He always had me with him and tried to get me to learn how to handle ships and I guess that's where I got my talent to steer this huge piece of junk through all that enemy fire. It's not a top fuel racer, but it's good enough for me I suppose." She said handing him the article.
"You drove top fuels?! But you said your parents died when you were young?"
"They died when I was about 8, I used to help move the ships into the staging lanes. I started doing that when I was 6." She said as Jet read through the article about her father's racing.
"How did they die?" he asked as he handed both the picture and the clipping back to her.
"I woke up one morning to the flashing lights of ambulances and police cars. They told me that there was a burglar that killed them," she said as she pulled out a newspaper article, "but it was a murder. It couldn't have been a burglar, my parents put up a struggle and were found shot in the head and chest several times. At the funeral, I didn't know what to do and I guess that was when I decided to just leave. I went to the orphanage as long as I could tolerate it and then left. I want to find out who killed my mother and father, and rip their head off with my bare hands." She said angrily. Jet read the article quickly and then handed it back to her.
"I'm a bounty hunter Alex, I'm sure we can go back and trace the person." He said wrapping his arm around her in an attempt to comfort her. She leaned onto his shoulder and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of the sweatshirt.
"Jet, I think we were meant to live together," she said.
"What do you mean?"
"We both lost loved ones and we are both sad about it. I think we were sent to each other for comfort and whatnot. Maybe its just destiny."
"Destiny maybe, but I base my life on chances and risks. I'm a balding, grumpy old man who hunts people down for money and can't cook for my life. That's just the way my cards were dealt, I don't believe in destiny or fate; its all chance and the luck of the draw." He said still hugging her.
"Whatever you say Jet, whatever you say." She said. They stood there for a few moments until Alex's stomach growled loudly.
"Hungry?" he asked with a smile as she took a step back and placed a hand over her stomach.
"Yea, I never woke up to a delicious breakfast, remember?" she said. He smiled and scratched his head remembering what he told her the night before.
"Um, yea, about that…uh…" he began as he searched for an excuse. She smiled and began to giggle.
"I understand, you can't cook and you also had to defend the ship. Don't worry about it." she said as she rubbed her stomach.
"Well, I know of a good diner not too far from here and I have enough cash for breakfast and an outfit or two for you. You need them if we're going out to get a bounty head." He said as he got up and began to escort her to the bridge. They walked there almost in step.
"Oh, alright, great. How long until we get there?"
"Maybe 10 minutes or so, so you can go and get changed…oh yea, um, you can get some more clothes from Spike's or Faye's rooms. Help yourself to their clothes, I'll just wash them before putting them back." he said as he went to navigate the ship towards a reddish planet.
"Is that?"
"Mars? Yea, haven't you been here before?" he asked as she looked from the doorway.
"Once when I was really little, with my parents for one of my dad's races." He was put in the hall of fame at a track somewhere on the equator."
"The Equatorial Circuit?" he asked trying to think of any top fuel racing tracks near the equator.
"That's the one! He held the record for fastest lap. I don't know if he still does, but I'd like to check it out sometime when we come back around this way."
"We can go by today. Actually, good amounts of bounty heads hang around tracks in hopes to win bets and get money. We can go there after we eat and get you some clothes, if you'd like." He said.
"You mean it Jet?" she asked happily. He nodded.
"Yea, why not?" he said as he shrugged his shoulders. He figured it'd be a good trip down memory lane for her to see her father still immortalized in the hall of fame.
"YAY! I'll go and get dressed now, I'll be ready in about 5 minutes!" she said happily as she ran off. He could hear her footsteps as she ran through the corridors to the rooms, but then a loud thud.
"Alex, are you alright?" he yelled. It was quiet for a few seconds, but then he heard her footsteps again and then the slam of a door. As Jet landed the ship in a harbor near the track, Alex came out to the bridge dressed in a pair of cuffed blue jeans and a belly-top with her hair pulled up. She walked over to the large glass window and looked out at the beautiful inlet.
"It's been so long, but I remember being here." she said as she leaned on the console to look around. It seemed like her eyes were damp as she glanced around.
"Well, it doesn't look like you'll have much of a problem fitting in around here. I guess I should go change." He said as he turned the ship off.
"No, that's alright. I'll go find some shoes and then we can go." She said as she walked off again. Jet went around and got ready to leave when Alex appeared again. She had changed her jeans to a different pair and was wearing a pair of Faye's sneakers. She looked cute as she spun around to display her new fashion. Jet clapped with a smile.
"Beautiful, now undercover, we can be brother and sister. We can't let anyone know we're bounty hunters. Where's your gun?"
"I have to take it with me?"
"Yes! You need protection! Go get your gun and once of Jet's black leather trench coats and hurry up." he said as she scampered off. She returned with the gun and a black trench coat. She put the coat on and stood there. Jet opened the coat and put the gun in an inside pocket.
"It's gonna be warm today!" Alex complained.
"Alex," Jet began as they started out of the ship, "it's only going to get up into the upper 50's today, that's not that warm." They got to the door and Jet opened it. As he did, a cool sea breeze greeted their noses.
"Mmm…smells so good!" She said as they stepped onto the wooden pier and headed into the city. As they walked, Alex looked around.
"So, you remember any of this?" Jet asked as he saw her stopping and staring at several different stores and buildings. She nodded.
"It was never this busy when I was younger, always quiet in this town. Now it's just another big city. It's amazing." She said as she peered into an old, rundown bread shop that had been condemned. "We used to buy breakfast there. The woman that owned it was a friend of the family and I always ate free. I always ordered the Belgian waffles with extra syrup." She said as she recalled an old childhood memory.
"Yea, I was in here once very long ago, they did have delicious food." He said as they continued to walk. They came upon a diner where Jet stopped. Alex looked at it and then looked to Jet.
"We're eating here?" she asked. Jet nodded.
"Yeah, why? Anything I should know?"
"No, it's just I don't remember this being here." she said as she took his arm and they walked inside. As they entered, the warms smell of breakfast foods greeted their noses. They stood for a few moments before a perky young woman greeted them.
"Hello, welcome to the Red Rock Diner! I am Trisha and I will be your waitress this morning. May I ask smoking or non?" she smiled.
"Smoking please." Jet said. Alex looked up at him. "What? I haven't had any cigarettes this morning!" he said as he started reaching into his pockets. She rolled her eyes and the both of them followed the waitress to a table for two in a corner. They sat down and opened the menus that had already been placed there.
"Can I ask what you would like to drink?" Trisha asked them.
"I'll have coffee please, strong." Jet said as he tossed a half empty box of cigarettes onto the table. Alex rolled her eyes with a smile.
"I'd like some orange juice, please." She said to the girl with a smile.
"Sure! I'll be right back with your beverages." She said as she wrote on her notepad and walked off. Alex looked across the table at Jet who was lighting up a cigarette.
"Cigarettes and strong coffee? It's a wonder you aren't dead yet." She said as she looked down at the menu.
"Hey, the coffee wakes me up, the cigarettes are just because." He said as he took a few puffs and then looked down at the menu. They both somewhat knew what they wanted so they were ready by the time the waitress returned with their drinks.
"Are you ready to order?" she asked as she placed them down on the table and pulled out her notepad again. Both Jet and Alex nodded.
"I'll have the breakfast ham steak with scrambled eggs, home fries, and white toast." He said. She scribbled it down and looked at Alex.
"Oh, I'd like the French toast with bacon and sausage, please." Alex said. The waitress smiled and scribbled some more.
"Great, your meal should be ready in about 10 minutes!" she said as she walked off and left Jet and Alex at the table.
"So we don't have meat back on the ship, so you have to get it here?"
"You know, you pick on me a lot. Do you have a button or switch so I can just turn you off?" he said with a teasing smile.
"Well if you didn't smoke and were healthy, I wouldn't have a problem!" she joked back.
"Oh that's it, I think I'm going to have to throw you off the ship now. No clothes for you, you'd better get your guitar and clear out!" he teased.
"Fine then! I won't teach you how to play the harmonica and cook well." She grinned.
"Oh no! You can't leave! Please forgive me and come back to me!" he chuckled. Alex giggled also and took a sip of her juice.
"We are so bad. We aren't allowed to be together anymore. We don't behave in public." She giggled again.
"I think it's going to be really wonderful with you around now. You can cook, and are capable of intelligent conversation. That is very good!" he said.
"Yea, yea, anyway, after we're done here, wanna shop first or go to the track first?" she asked. There was a slight tone of anxiousness in her voice.
"Let's go to the track first and then stop at the clothing store on the way back to the ship." He said. She smiled as he finished his sentence.
"Great! I can hardly wait to get to the track. It's been so long and it'll be difficult to stay away from the pit area since I was so used to being in them all the time." she said.
"Yea, what did your dad race when he nailed the record?" Jet asked.
"It was a custom built top fueler, I can't even remember all the different parts that went into it. It was so long ago and I just put it out of mind and worried about more important things, you know?" she said.
"Oh, I see. How old were you when you came here with your parents?"
"It was a week before my seventh birthday, November 12th. So it's almost the 13th anniversary of him breaking the record and creating his new one. I can't believe it's been that long."
"Excuse me." interrupted a young man, roughly Alex's age. He was tall with chin-length white hair and blue eyes.
"Uh, can I help you?" she asked, as he seemed to be looking her over.
"Yea, I heard you talking about your dad and a racing record. I knew a girl when I was really little whose dad came here and broke the record. You wouldn't happen to be Alexis Bondora, would you?" he asked slowly and cautiously. She looked at him awkwardly.
"Yes, yes I am." She said. The man smiled widely showing his beautiful smile and his eyes just looked so beautiful. She had seen this face before.
"Lex! You don't remember me?" he asked with an enthusiastic smile. She remembered a little boy calling her Lex when she came here.
"Wait, I remember someone, a little boy who used to play with me in the pits and run around calling me Lexie…I can't remember who it was!" she said trying to think harder.
"Think of something sharp. Knives, swords, they all have…"he said trying to hint his name to her. She thought and then it just seemed like something clicked.
"Blade? Blade McGowan?" she asked with a nervous smile. The man smiled. Alex laughed happily and stood up to hug him. "Blade! It's been so long since I've seen you! You look great!"
"Lexie, it's amazing. You look absolutely gorgeous and I swear, you're like an angel." He said as he kissed her cheek. Jet sat there watching them both with an extremely eerie feeling.
"Please, sit down." She said as she sat back down into the booth and he slid in next to her. She smiled as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. " So how've you been? It's been an eternity since I've seen you!"
"Oh, I've been good. I've been working over at an office building a few blocks over doing model work. I didn't think my scrawny body would be good for anything but here I am gracing the covers of magazines and whatnot." He said with a smile as he brought his arm back to his own personal space.
"Wow! Oh yea, this is my partner, Jet Black. We just wander around looking for…old musical instruments. We're going to set up a music studio and I'm going to start recording music."
"Nice to meet you sir." Blade said as he reached his hand out. Jet shook it with a smile.
"Nice to meet you as well. It's good to see Alex happy like this. Feeds inspiration, eh?" Jet said to Alex. She nodded.
"Oh, of course! I wrote a song the other night for the guitar." She told him.
"The guitar? Your mom's guitar?" he asked her. She nodded.
"Yea, mom and dad are dead." She said.
"No way! What are you talking about?"
"You didn't hear? I thought you would've! They were killed!"
"When?"
"I was 8. The police said it was a burglary but there was nothing missing out of the house. And there was definitely a struggle. I know someone killed them and I want to find out who it was and kill them." She said telling the story to her old friend.
"Lexie, I had no idea! I'm so sorry!" he said as he hugged her again.
"It's alright. How's mom McGowan?" she asked him.
"She got sick. She's in cryo until they find a cure." He said.
"Oh that's horrible! I hope they find a cure soon, mom was so great!" she said empathetically.
"Yea, but the most bizarre thing happened to me about a month ago. I got a letter from my father." He said with a funny look on his face.
"Your father? Who is he? I thought your mom told you he was dead." She said with a confused look on her face.
"Apparently not. A month ago, I got this letter from him explaining everything. How he changed his name and how he was going to become the leader of a powerful organization. He said he wanted me to join him and be at his side so that when he dies, I can take over."
"Wow, that's bizarre. Did he give any details?" she asked him. Jet still sat there listening in on the conversation, sipping his coffee and smoking his cigarette.
"He said he changed his name. He dropped his last name and changed his first name to Vicious." Jet's eyes went wide, his face went pale, his heart stopped, and he looked at the boy. That's why he looked familiar. The hair was exactly the same and so was his face. The only difference was that he was a happy and cheerful person. Vicious was just a ruthless killer.
"Yeah, I was the little girl. Those were my parents. My dad was a racer, not only did he race cars, he raced ships too. He always had me with him and tried to get me to learn how to handle ships and I guess that's where I got my talent to steer this huge piece of junk through all that enemy fire. It's not a top fuel racer, but it's good enough for me I suppose." She said handing him the article.
"You drove top fuels?! But you said your parents died when you were young?"
"They died when I was about 8, I used to help move the ships into the staging lanes. I started doing that when I was 6." She said as Jet read through the article about her father's racing.
"How did they die?" he asked as he handed both the picture and the clipping back to her.
"I woke up one morning to the flashing lights of ambulances and police cars. They told me that there was a burglar that killed them," she said as she pulled out a newspaper article, "but it was a murder. It couldn't have been a burglar, my parents put up a struggle and were found shot in the head and chest several times. At the funeral, I didn't know what to do and I guess that was when I decided to just leave. I went to the orphanage as long as I could tolerate it and then left. I want to find out who killed my mother and father, and rip their head off with my bare hands." She said angrily. Jet read the article quickly and then handed it back to her.
"I'm a bounty hunter Alex, I'm sure we can go back and trace the person." He said wrapping his arm around her in an attempt to comfort her. She leaned onto his shoulder and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of the sweatshirt.
"Jet, I think we were meant to live together," she said.
"What do you mean?"
"We both lost loved ones and we are both sad about it. I think we were sent to each other for comfort and whatnot. Maybe its just destiny."
"Destiny maybe, but I base my life on chances and risks. I'm a balding, grumpy old man who hunts people down for money and can't cook for my life. That's just the way my cards were dealt, I don't believe in destiny or fate; its all chance and the luck of the draw." He said still hugging her.
"Whatever you say Jet, whatever you say." She said. They stood there for a few moments until Alex's stomach growled loudly.
"Hungry?" he asked with a smile as she took a step back and placed a hand over her stomach.
"Yea, I never woke up to a delicious breakfast, remember?" she said. He smiled and scratched his head remembering what he told her the night before.
"Um, yea, about that…uh…" he began as he searched for an excuse. She smiled and began to giggle.
"I understand, you can't cook and you also had to defend the ship. Don't worry about it." she said as she rubbed her stomach.
"Well, I know of a good diner not too far from here and I have enough cash for breakfast and an outfit or two for you. You need them if we're going out to get a bounty head." He said as he got up and began to escort her to the bridge. They walked there almost in step.
"Oh, alright, great. How long until we get there?"
"Maybe 10 minutes or so, so you can go and get changed…oh yea, um, you can get some more clothes from Spike's or Faye's rooms. Help yourself to their clothes, I'll just wash them before putting them back." he said as he went to navigate the ship towards a reddish planet.
"Is that?"
"Mars? Yea, haven't you been here before?" he asked as she looked from the doorway.
"Once when I was really little, with my parents for one of my dad's races." He was put in the hall of fame at a track somewhere on the equator."
"The Equatorial Circuit?" he asked trying to think of any top fuel racing tracks near the equator.
"That's the one! He held the record for fastest lap. I don't know if he still does, but I'd like to check it out sometime when we come back around this way."
"We can go by today. Actually, good amounts of bounty heads hang around tracks in hopes to win bets and get money. We can go there after we eat and get you some clothes, if you'd like." He said.
"You mean it Jet?" she asked happily. He nodded.
"Yea, why not?" he said as he shrugged his shoulders. He figured it'd be a good trip down memory lane for her to see her father still immortalized in the hall of fame.
"YAY! I'll go and get dressed now, I'll be ready in about 5 minutes!" she said happily as she ran off. He could hear her footsteps as she ran through the corridors to the rooms, but then a loud thud.
"Alex, are you alright?" he yelled. It was quiet for a few seconds, but then he heard her footsteps again and then the slam of a door. As Jet landed the ship in a harbor near the track, Alex came out to the bridge dressed in a pair of cuffed blue jeans and a belly-top with her hair pulled up. She walked over to the large glass window and looked out at the beautiful inlet.
"It's been so long, but I remember being here." she said as she leaned on the console to look around. It seemed like her eyes were damp as she glanced around.
"Well, it doesn't look like you'll have much of a problem fitting in around here. I guess I should go change." He said as he turned the ship off.
"No, that's alright. I'll go find some shoes and then we can go." She said as she walked off again. Jet went around and got ready to leave when Alex appeared again. She had changed her jeans to a different pair and was wearing a pair of Faye's sneakers. She looked cute as she spun around to display her new fashion. Jet clapped with a smile.
"Beautiful, now undercover, we can be brother and sister. We can't let anyone know we're bounty hunters. Where's your gun?"
"I have to take it with me?"
"Yes! You need protection! Go get your gun and once of Jet's black leather trench coats and hurry up." he said as she scampered off. She returned with the gun and a black trench coat. She put the coat on and stood there. Jet opened the coat and put the gun in an inside pocket.
"It's gonna be warm today!" Alex complained.
"Alex," Jet began as they started out of the ship, "it's only going to get up into the upper 50's today, that's not that warm." They got to the door and Jet opened it. As he did, a cool sea breeze greeted their noses.
"Mmm…smells so good!" She said as they stepped onto the wooden pier and headed into the city. As they walked, Alex looked around.
"So, you remember any of this?" Jet asked as he saw her stopping and staring at several different stores and buildings. She nodded.
"It was never this busy when I was younger, always quiet in this town. Now it's just another big city. It's amazing." She said as she peered into an old, rundown bread shop that had been condemned. "We used to buy breakfast there. The woman that owned it was a friend of the family and I always ate free. I always ordered the Belgian waffles with extra syrup." She said as she recalled an old childhood memory.
"Yea, I was in here once very long ago, they did have delicious food." He said as they continued to walk. They came upon a diner where Jet stopped. Alex looked at it and then looked to Jet.
"We're eating here?" she asked. Jet nodded.
"Yeah, why? Anything I should know?"
"No, it's just I don't remember this being here." she said as she took his arm and they walked inside. As they entered, the warms smell of breakfast foods greeted their noses. They stood for a few moments before a perky young woman greeted them.
"Hello, welcome to the Red Rock Diner! I am Trisha and I will be your waitress this morning. May I ask smoking or non?" she smiled.
"Smoking please." Jet said. Alex looked up at him. "What? I haven't had any cigarettes this morning!" he said as he started reaching into his pockets. She rolled her eyes and the both of them followed the waitress to a table for two in a corner. They sat down and opened the menus that had already been placed there.
"Can I ask what you would like to drink?" Trisha asked them.
"I'll have coffee please, strong." Jet said as he tossed a half empty box of cigarettes onto the table. Alex rolled her eyes with a smile.
"I'd like some orange juice, please." She said to the girl with a smile.
"Sure! I'll be right back with your beverages." She said as she wrote on her notepad and walked off. Alex looked across the table at Jet who was lighting up a cigarette.
"Cigarettes and strong coffee? It's a wonder you aren't dead yet." She said as she looked down at the menu.
"Hey, the coffee wakes me up, the cigarettes are just because." He said as he took a few puffs and then looked down at the menu. They both somewhat knew what they wanted so they were ready by the time the waitress returned with their drinks.
"Are you ready to order?" she asked as she placed them down on the table and pulled out her notepad again. Both Jet and Alex nodded.
"I'll have the breakfast ham steak with scrambled eggs, home fries, and white toast." He said. She scribbled it down and looked at Alex.
"Oh, I'd like the French toast with bacon and sausage, please." Alex said. The waitress smiled and scribbled some more.
"Great, your meal should be ready in about 10 minutes!" she said as she walked off and left Jet and Alex at the table.
"So we don't have meat back on the ship, so you have to get it here?"
"You know, you pick on me a lot. Do you have a button or switch so I can just turn you off?" he said with a teasing smile.
"Well if you didn't smoke and were healthy, I wouldn't have a problem!" she joked back.
"Oh that's it, I think I'm going to have to throw you off the ship now. No clothes for you, you'd better get your guitar and clear out!" he teased.
"Fine then! I won't teach you how to play the harmonica and cook well." She grinned.
"Oh no! You can't leave! Please forgive me and come back to me!" he chuckled. Alex giggled also and took a sip of her juice.
"We are so bad. We aren't allowed to be together anymore. We don't behave in public." She giggled again.
"I think it's going to be really wonderful with you around now. You can cook, and are capable of intelligent conversation. That is very good!" he said.
"Yea, yea, anyway, after we're done here, wanna shop first or go to the track first?" she asked. There was a slight tone of anxiousness in her voice.
"Let's go to the track first and then stop at the clothing store on the way back to the ship." He said. She smiled as he finished his sentence.
"Great! I can hardly wait to get to the track. It's been so long and it'll be difficult to stay away from the pit area since I was so used to being in them all the time." she said.
"Yea, what did your dad race when he nailed the record?" Jet asked.
"It was a custom built top fueler, I can't even remember all the different parts that went into it. It was so long ago and I just put it out of mind and worried about more important things, you know?" she said.
"Oh, I see. How old were you when you came here with your parents?"
"It was a week before my seventh birthday, November 12th. So it's almost the 13th anniversary of him breaking the record and creating his new one. I can't believe it's been that long."
"Excuse me." interrupted a young man, roughly Alex's age. He was tall with chin-length white hair and blue eyes.
"Uh, can I help you?" she asked, as he seemed to be looking her over.
"Yea, I heard you talking about your dad and a racing record. I knew a girl when I was really little whose dad came here and broke the record. You wouldn't happen to be Alexis Bondora, would you?" he asked slowly and cautiously. She looked at him awkwardly.
"Yes, yes I am." She said. The man smiled widely showing his beautiful smile and his eyes just looked so beautiful. She had seen this face before.
"Lex! You don't remember me?" he asked with an enthusiastic smile. She remembered a little boy calling her Lex when she came here.
"Wait, I remember someone, a little boy who used to play with me in the pits and run around calling me Lexie…I can't remember who it was!" she said trying to think harder.
"Think of something sharp. Knives, swords, they all have…"he said trying to hint his name to her. She thought and then it just seemed like something clicked.
"Blade? Blade McGowan?" she asked with a nervous smile. The man smiled. Alex laughed happily and stood up to hug him. "Blade! It's been so long since I've seen you! You look great!"
"Lexie, it's amazing. You look absolutely gorgeous and I swear, you're like an angel." He said as he kissed her cheek. Jet sat there watching them both with an extremely eerie feeling.
"Please, sit down." She said as she sat back down into the booth and he slid in next to her. She smiled as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. " So how've you been? It's been an eternity since I've seen you!"
"Oh, I've been good. I've been working over at an office building a few blocks over doing model work. I didn't think my scrawny body would be good for anything but here I am gracing the covers of magazines and whatnot." He said with a smile as he brought his arm back to his own personal space.
"Wow! Oh yea, this is my partner, Jet Black. We just wander around looking for…old musical instruments. We're going to set up a music studio and I'm going to start recording music."
"Nice to meet you sir." Blade said as he reached his hand out. Jet shook it with a smile.
"Nice to meet you as well. It's good to see Alex happy like this. Feeds inspiration, eh?" Jet said to Alex. She nodded.
"Oh, of course! I wrote a song the other night for the guitar." She told him.
"The guitar? Your mom's guitar?" he asked her. She nodded.
"Yea, mom and dad are dead." She said.
"No way! What are you talking about?"
"You didn't hear? I thought you would've! They were killed!"
"When?"
"I was 8. The police said it was a burglary but there was nothing missing out of the house. And there was definitely a struggle. I know someone killed them and I want to find out who it was and kill them." She said telling the story to her old friend.
"Lexie, I had no idea! I'm so sorry!" he said as he hugged her again.
"It's alright. How's mom McGowan?" she asked him.
"She got sick. She's in cryo until they find a cure." He said.
"Oh that's horrible! I hope they find a cure soon, mom was so great!" she said empathetically.
"Yea, but the most bizarre thing happened to me about a month ago. I got a letter from my father." He said with a funny look on his face.
"Your father? Who is he? I thought your mom told you he was dead." She said with a confused look on her face.
"Apparently not. A month ago, I got this letter from him explaining everything. How he changed his name and how he was going to become the leader of a powerful organization. He said he wanted me to join him and be at his side so that when he dies, I can take over."
"Wow, that's bizarre. Did he give any details?" she asked him. Jet still sat there listening in on the conversation, sipping his coffee and smoking his cigarette.
"He said he changed his name. He dropped his last name and changed his first name to Vicious." Jet's eyes went wide, his face went pale, his heart stopped, and he looked at the boy. That's why he looked familiar. The hair was exactly the same and so was his face. The only difference was that he was a happy and cheerful person. Vicious was just a ruthless killer.