Alex entered the living area all smiles.
"Hey, what are you all happy about?" Spike asked with a smile. She stopped and hugged him.
"We're going out shopping!" she cheered. Spike's expression went from amused to disappointed.
"Shopping?" he asked sounding so unenthusiastically. It was the typical male response to the subject of shopping with a female.
"Not just shopping, but personal craft shopping! I'm getting a vehicle to call my own!!!" she exclaimed joyfully. "I won't have to borrow Jet's cause I'll have my own!" Spike smiled.
"I know. I was in on it since I came back to the ship. He said he wanted to get you something but he didn't know what. Now that h knew you were a born racer, he decided it would benefit everyone if you got a ship of your own. All of that bounty money was put into it's own little account for you." He explained. Alex was still totally giddy about the entire situation.
"I just can't wait to get it and fly it!" She said still ecstatic. She dashed off to their room and shut the door, dressing herself comfortably yet presentable. She pulled on a pair of loose fit faded blue jeans and an old football jersey she had found at a thrift shop. After pulling it all on and then pulling her hair into a ponytail, she pulled on a pair of her own hiking boots and let the jeans cover them. she pulled a few strands of her bangs out of the ponytail and let them hang as she heard the ship's engines power down and shut off. She grew even more excited. Jet and Spike were waiting out in the living area and when she came out, Jet grabbed a debit card and put it in his pocket.
"Ready dear?" Spike asked, holding his hand out for her to take. She smiled and took it.
"Why of course!" she said with a smile. They headed for the door.
"Ed, don't blow the ship up please?" Jet called.
"Right-o cap'n Joe!" She barked with a salute. The two men and the girl walked out the door together and out onto the docks. When they were out of the area of the docks, Jet stopped and thought a moment but started walking again.
"Alright, there's a new and used craft dealership about seven blocks up. we can start there and see what they have." He said as they walked through the bustling streets. They passed vendors, preachers, and other various people that were looking for money. They reached the dealer and looked at the building. It was huge and looked very expensive. They went inside anyway and saw many different ships. Compacts, economy sized, two-seaters, unmanned delivery ships, and just anything your heart could desire in a craft. The three wandered through the showroom for about five minutes.
"Hello, may I help you?" A man in a suit asked as he approached the three.
"Uh, yes, we're looking for a personal craft for this woman here and we don't exactly know what we should be looking at." Jet said formally and politely. Both Spike and Alex were amazed at his use of manners.
"Well, what is the lady looking for?" he asked Alex. She thought a moment before answering his question.
"Well, I need something with high speed and is reliable. All the extras include the audio system, air cooling system, and…room to work on it and improve it like taking things out and improving it." she said.
"A true racer, just like her dad." Spike said with a grin. The sales person seemed to think for a short time.
"Well, I don't know of anything in you're price range," he said as he glanced them over, looking particularly at the way they were dressed, "but there's a used craft lot a few blocks down." He said. Jet was irritated with the way he spoke.
"Oh, I have plenty of money, don't let our looks fool you. You just show us what the lady could use and we'll pay up front today." He said with a smile. The salesman sighed.
"Alright, right this way please." He said walking towards a double glass door. It led them out to an open lot with a few crafts scattered about. They were all gray and unfinished, but looked sleek and fast anyway. She could recognize one ship at the far end. Its landing gear was buried in the dirt from sitting for so long. It was another Swordfish II, just like Spike owned. "Are you looking for something new or old?"
"Preferably an older craft, but updated to a new model." She said looking around. The salesman pulled a tiny keypad from his pocket and pushed a button. After a few seconds, a yellow and blue ship pulled around and parked.
"This is a brand new model we received from Japan, on Earth. It's a Honda Speed XRC. Top racers who have won several races with them recommended it. It costs a mere 5 million woolongs." He said as the tree potential customers circled the vessel. Alex shook her head.
"Nah, it's not…well, it just doesn't appeal to me." she said . The salesman pushed another button and it flew off before another landed before them. it was a deep forest green color and looked about as sleek as the Honda.
"This is another from Earth. It's an updated ship version of an old automobile they used to make back in the 1900's. This is a Pontiac Firebird LP. It's known for it's sound system and extras, but also has a high speed and is also used in races. It's not new, maybe about 20 or so years old." He said as the two guys and girl circled it, again looking it over. Alex stood and looked at it.
"Well, I know if my dad was still around, he'd shoot me if I drove one of those." She said. Spike sat and thought.
"Yea, he probably would. He never raced with anything other than his Rocket. Isn't that what he used at the Equatorial?" he asked.
"Yea, and he still holds the record. God I can't wait to get something to race." She said with a sigh.
"Your father? I'm sorry, I couldn't help but overhear the conversation." He said prying at her father's name.
"Yea, I'm James Bondora's little girl." She said yawning. She wasn't looking at the man, but she heard the tiny control hit the ground. She could only smile.
"Oh, forgive me. I didn't know!" he said quickly picking up the control. The craft before them lifted off and disappeared. "Any particular make or model you would like to see?"
"Well, I told you what I was looking…" She said as she trailed off. Her eyes were set on something.
"Yes? What is it?" he asked. Before any of the men standing around knew it, she was taking off across the lot in a dead sprint to a corner full of bushes. There were a few multi colored pieces of metal sticking out from them. The three men followed behind her across the field. She got to the shady corner and started peeking through the bushes, trying to see what was inside. By the time the men made it over, she was pulling out her gun.
"Alex, what are you doing?!" Jet asked. She cocked the gun and shot at the ground where the bush connected to the roots. The bushes slowly collapsed, revealing a rusted and old ship.
"This can't be a…no!" she said shooting the rest of the shrubs away and clearing them with a huge smile. Spike and Jet were clueless and the salesman was freaking out.
"Alex. What is it?" Spike asked as he wrinkled his nose at the craft that was covered with leaves. She couldn't help but smile wider.
"The ship I've dreamed of owning since I was a little girl." She said as she ran her hands over it and circled it.
"Hey, what are you all happy about?" Spike asked with a smile. She stopped and hugged him.
"We're going out shopping!" she cheered. Spike's expression went from amused to disappointed.
"Shopping?" he asked sounding so unenthusiastically. It was the typical male response to the subject of shopping with a female.
"Not just shopping, but personal craft shopping! I'm getting a vehicle to call my own!!!" she exclaimed joyfully. "I won't have to borrow Jet's cause I'll have my own!" Spike smiled.
"I know. I was in on it since I came back to the ship. He said he wanted to get you something but he didn't know what. Now that h knew you were a born racer, he decided it would benefit everyone if you got a ship of your own. All of that bounty money was put into it's own little account for you." He explained. Alex was still totally giddy about the entire situation.
"I just can't wait to get it and fly it!" She said still ecstatic. She dashed off to their room and shut the door, dressing herself comfortably yet presentable. She pulled on a pair of loose fit faded blue jeans and an old football jersey she had found at a thrift shop. After pulling it all on and then pulling her hair into a ponytail, she pulled on a pair of her own hiking boots and let the jeans cover them. she pulled a few strands of her bangs out of the ponytail and let them hang as she heard the ship's engines power down and shut off. She grew even more excited. Jet and Spike were waiting out in the living area and when she came out, Jet grabbed a debit card and put it in his pocket.
"Ready dear?" Spike asked, holding his hand out for her to take. She smiled and took it.
"Why of course!" she said with a smile. They headed for the door.
"Ed, don't blow the ship up please?" Jet called.
"Right-o cap'n Joe!" She barked with a salute. The two men and the girl walked out the door together and out onto the docks. When they were out of the area of the docks, Jet stopped and thought a moment but started walking again.
"Alright, there's a new and used craft dealership about seven blocks up. we can start there and see what they have." He said as they walked through the bustling streets. They passed vendors, preachers, and other various people that were looking for money. They reached the dealer and looked at the building. It was huge and looked very expensive. They went inside anyway and saw many different ships. Compacts, economy sized, two-seaters, unmanned delivery ships, and just anything your heart could desire in a craft. The three wandered through the showroom for about five minutes.
"Hello, may I help you?" A man in a suit asked as he approached the three.
"Uh, yes, we're looking for a personal craft for this woman here and we don't exactly know what we should be looking at." Jet said formally and politely. Both Spike and Alex were amazed at his use of manners.
"Well, what is the lady looking for?" he asked Alex. She thought a moment before answering his question.
"Well, I need something with high speed and is reliable. All the extras include the audio system, air cooling system, and…room to work on it and improve it like taking things out and improving it." she said.
"A true racer, just like her dad." Spike said with a grin. The sales person seemed to think for a short time.
"Well, I don't know of anything in you're price range," he said as he glanced them over, looking particularly at the way they were dressed, "but there's a used craft lot a few blocks down." He said. Jet was irritated with the way he spoke.
"Oh, I have plenty of money, don't let our looks fool you. You just show us what the lady could use and we'll pay up front today." He said with a smile. The salesman sighed.
"Alright, right this way please." He said walking towards a double glass door. It led them out to an open lot with a few crafts scattered about. They were all gray and unfinished, but looked sleek and fast anyway. She could recognize one ship at the far end. Its landing gear was buried in the dirt from sitting for so long. It was another Swordfish II, just like Spike owned. "Are you looking for something new or old?"
"Preferably an older craft, but updated to a new model." She said looking around. The salesman pulled a tiny keypad from his pocket and pushed a button. After a few seconds, a yellow and blue ship pulled around and parked.
"This is a brand new model we received from Japan, on Earth. It's a Honda Speed XRC. Top racers who have won several races with them recommended it. It costs a mere 5 million woolongs." He said as the tree potential customers circled the vessel. Alex shook her head.
"Nah, it's not…well, it just doesn't appeal to me." she said . The salesman pushed another button and it flew off before another landed before them. it was a deep forest green color and looked about as sleek as the Honda.
"This is another from Earth. It's an updated ship version of an old automobile they used to make back in the 1900's. This is a Pontiac Firebird LP. It's known for it's sound system and extras, but also has a high speed and is also used in races. It's not new, maybe about 20 or so years old." He said as the two guys and girl circled it, again looking it over. Alex stood and looked at it.
"Well, I know if my dad was still around, he'd shoot me if I drove one of those." She said. Spike sat and thought.
"Yea, he probably would. He never raced with anything other than his Rocket. Isn't that what he used at the Equatorial?" he asked.
"Yea, and he still holds the record. God I can't wait to get something to race." She said with a sigh.
"Your father? I'm sorry, I couldn't help but overhear the conversation." He said prying at her father's name.
"Yea, I'm James Bondora's little girl." She said yawning. She wasn't looking at the man, but she heard the tiny control hit the ground. She could only smile.
"Oh, forgive me. I didn't know!" he said quickly picking up the control. The craft before them lifted off and disappeared. "Any particular make or model you would like to see?"
"Well, I told you what I was looking…" She said as she trailed off. Her eyes were set on something.
"Yes? What is it?" he asked. Before any of the men standing around knew it, she was taking off across the lot in a dead sprint to a corner full of bushes. There were a few multi colored pieces of metal sticking out from them. The three men followed behind her across the field. She got to the shady corner and started peeking through the bushes, trying to see what was inside. By the time the men made it over, she was pulling out her gun.
"Alex, what are you doing?!" Jet asked. She cocked the gun and shot at the ground where the bush connected to the roots. The bushes slowly collapsed, revealing a rusted and old ship.
"This can't be a…no!" she said shooting the rest of the shrubs away and clearing them with a huge smile. Spike and Jet were clueless and the salesman was freaking out.
"Alex. What is it?" Spike asked as he wrinkled his nose at the craft that was covered with leaves. She couldn't help but smile wider.
"The ship I've dreamed of owning since I was a little girl." She said as she ran her hands over it and circled it.