"Don't fuck with me Jet, Vicious didn't have a son." He insisted after a period of silence. Jet shook his head.
"Do you ever remember him talking about a woman with the last name McGowan?" Spike sat and thought a moment.
"Once, but he didn't want to talk about her." he said trying to remember.
"That was Blade's mother. My guess is that she was Vicious' girlfriend at some point and she got knocked up when they were young. He left her but kept in touch until you killed him. Apparently, He met Alex when they were kids and then lost touch after her parents were killed. The day after I met her, we went out to breakfast and she ran into him. I got this really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach when I saw him, but it wasn't until after he said he got a letter from his father that I realized who he was. That day after we went and visited the track, they met up and I decided to leave them alone to catch up. He was a nice boy and I didn't expect anything, so I figured she'd be all right. Later that night, she came back with him, asking me to tell him about his father. After I told him about how you hand Vicious killed each other and some of the story behind it, he told me how he told Alex how he felt about her. He had told her that he had liked her since they were kids and he wanted to experience his love with her as man and wife. She lost it and confined herself to her room for the rest of the night." Jet said as he recalled what happened. Spike sat and listened to every word.
"But, how does it tie to the Red Dragon?" Spike asked himself aloud.
"Blade is Vicious' son. When he killed the elders, he took over to head the syndicate. The only time there can be any succession is through family or to the one who dares to kill the current leader or leaders. You killed Vicious, but Vicious also killed you. Therefore, either you or Blade should be the one to take the syndicate over. Since you were believed to be dead, they went through his supposedly destroyed records and found that he in fact had a son. Before they contacted him, he came to me and asked me about it and I told him that if there was no leader to the syndicate, they'd come looking for him and if he chose not to take the position, they'd kill him. If there was a leader, the leader would come after him and kill him fearing that he might claim the organization for himself." Jet said.
"And the brilliant deduction would be that the top men in the Red Dragon came to him and bargained with him. He's probably the head of the syndicate if that's the way the politics work inside the Red Dragon." Spike said out loud. Jet nodded.
"Which would leave Alex in a lot of potential danger."
"DAMN!" Spike shouted as he launched himself out of the chair and ran for his old bedroom.
"SPIKE! What are you doing?" Jet yelled. A few moments later, Spike came out with three different guns and a large box of ammo.
"Saving my damsel in distress." He said as he began to load them all. Jet shook his head.
"Don't you think it would be a better idea to go and steak out the situation first before jumping to the conclusion that she's in trouble?"
"And how do you propose I do that?" he asked mater-of-factly as he finished loading one gun.
"Be your cunning self. Use your art of disguise to get into the restaurant and sit close enough not to be noticed yet see and hear what's going on." Jet said reasoning with him. Spike thought a moment before he pocketed his loaded gun and took the other two back to his room. A few minutes later, he came back out wearing a black suit.
"Well?"
"Looks good, but what about your hair?" Jet asked referring to the puffy mass on his head. Spike ran his fingers through the fluff and thought. Alex had one of those hair straighters in their room; maybe he could straighten it out. He ran in and searched for it, plugged it in and let it heat up. He remembered using a crimping plate and helping Alex do her hair; he could use the flat plate to straighten his and then do something with it. After it was hot, he picked it up and slowly began to pull it through the hot plates, occasionally singing his scalp slightly when he wasn't paying attention. It took him about 10 minutes to get his entire head done, but he looked so different. The curly brown amateur afro had been straightened into shiny, coffee colored hair that reached down to just past his shoulders. He had it parted in the middle and wondered if it was a good idea to leave it like that. He looked around and saw a black hair band he could use to hold his hair in a ponytail. With one of her brushes, he pulled it back and tied it. It looked alright to him with the black suit; but it was time to get going.
"So what do ya think?" he asked as he ran his hand along the top of his head. Jet looked wide-eyed at him.
"Well I'll be. Spike, you clean up well!" he said scratching his head in confusion and amazement.
"I like it, can you tell I'm the same person?" spike asked as he stuck his hands in his pockets and sort of posing. Jet chuckled.
"Go get the girl. She probably went to the Blue Moon Gala on the other side of the raceway. If you hurry, you could get there before them; there's a lot of traffic over that way this time of the night." He said shaking his head and tossing Spike the key to the Swordfish. He grabbed it and ran for his ship, hoping he could get there before Alex did. He was off in no time, flying towards the restaurant through a crystal clear sky.
Still being driven to the restaurant, Alex couldn't help but notice that both Asriel and Horace's eyes kept wandering in her direction. They weren't saying anything, just grinning slightly and glancing at each other. She didn't feel safe traveling with them; there was something scary about them that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Nervously she turned and looked out the window at the passing scenery of the city streets. The people were finely dressed with the exception of the occasional bum or hobo that dotted the corners. They came to a stop and the light turned on inside the limo.
"Miss Alex, we will be arriving at the restaurant soon. We would like you to…" Asriel chuckled as he trailed off. "We would like to search you to be sure you aren't carrying any weapons." Horace joined in with the laughing.
"And seeing that you're wearing a long dress, we ask that you let us search between your legs to make sure nothing is hidden between them."
"You're kidding me! I've been sitting with my legs crossed the entire time! If I had anything, you would've seen it!" she asked shying back into the seat.
"Boys, that's the last time you pull that trick." A voice on intercom said. The shield between the driver and the passenger area dropped and a female driver turned around to scold them.
"Aww, come on Joyce. We were just having a little fun with the girl!" Asriel whined. She was a little older than Alex, 30 perhaps.
"Miss, if they try anything, you just let me know and I'll have them reprimanded as soon as I get in contact with master Blade." She said with a smile. Her black hair was about medium length and was put up under the hat she wore.
"Um, okay. Thank you." Alex said nervously as the shield went back up and the light turned off. Both Asriel and Horace sat with their arms crossed and seemed to be pouting like children.
"She always ruins our fun." Horace grumbled as he put his glasses back on.
"Well what do you expect? She's his driver and practically his best friend. He tells her everything, even stuff we don't know about!" Asriel whined.
"How do you know?"
"She slipped something about how he was planning tonight. She told me not to tell and I swore to secrecy." He answered. The two of them acted like little boys now, bickering and arguing. Suddenly, the limo stopped and was shifted into neutral. Horace got up and opened the door with Asriel behind him before both men each reached their hands in to take Alex's. She set both of her feet on the ground and took both their hands, raising herself to stand. Instantly she was standing on a red carpet that led to the double doors of the restaurant, about 25 feet away. The carpet was roped off and was lined with photographers and news reporters. Cameras flashed and people called out to her, but both Asriel and Horace escorted her into the restaurant. As she was led to the door, she could've swore she heard the Swordfish fly overhead, but maybe it was just all the noise confusing her.
"Do you ever remember him talking about a woman with the last name McGowan?" Spike sat and thought a moment.
"Once, but he didn't want to talk about her." he said trying to remember.
"That was Blade's mother. My guess is that she was Vicious' girlfriend at some point and she got knocked up when they were young. He left her but kept in touch until you killed him. Apparently, He met Alex when they were kids and then lost touch after her parents were killed. The day after I met her, we went out to breakfast and she ran into him. I got this really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach when I saw him, but it wasn't until after he said he got a letter from his father that I realized who he was. That day after we went and visited the track, they met up and I decided to leave them alone to catch up. He was a nice boy and I didn't expect anything, so I figured she'd be all right. Later that night, she came back with him, asking me to tell him about his father. After I told him about how you hand Vicious killed each other and some of the story behind it, he told me how he told Alex how he felt about her. He had told her that he had liked her since they were kids and he wanted to experience his love with her as man and wife. She lost it and confined herself to her room for the rest of the night." Jet said as he recalled what happened. Spike sat and listened to every word.
"But, how does it tie to the Red Dragon?" Spike asked himself aloud.
"Blade is Vicious' son. When he killed the elders, he took over to head the syndicate. The only time there can be any succession is through family or to the one who dares to kill the current leader or leaders. You killed Vicious, but Vicious also killed you. Therefore, either you or Blade should be the one to take the syndicate over. Since you were believed to be dead, they went through his supposedly destroyed records and found that he in fact had a son. Before they contacted him, he came to me and asked me about it and I told him that if there was no leader to the syndicate, they'd come looking for him and if he chose not to take the position, they'd kill him. If there was a leader, the leader would come after him and kill him fearing that he might claim the organization for himself." Jet said.
"And the brilliant deduction would be that the top men in the Red Dragon came to him and bargained with him. He's probably the head of the syndicate if that's the way the politics work inside the Red Dragon." Spike said out loud. Jet nodded.
"Which would leave Alex in a lot of potential danger."
"DAMN!" Spike shouted as he launched himself out of the chair and ran for his old bedroom.
"SPIKE! What are you doing?" Jet yelled. A few moments later, Spike came out with three different guns and a large box of ammo.
"Saving my damsel in distress." He said as he began to load them all. Jet shook his head.
"Don't you think it would be a better idea to go and steak out the situation first before jumping to the conclusion that she's in trouble?"
"And how do you propose I do that?" he asked mater-of-factly as he finished loading one gun.
"Be your cunning self. Use your art of disguise to get into the restaurant and sit close enough not to be noticed yet see and hear what's going on." Jet said reasoning with him. Spike thought a moment before he pocketed his loaded gun and took the other two back to his room. A few minutes later, he came back out wearing a black suit.
"Well?"
"Looks good, but what about your hair?" Jet asked referring to the puffy mass on his head. Spike ran his fingers through the fluff and thought. Alex had one of those hair straighters in their room; maybe he could straighten it out. He ran in and searched for it, plugged it in and let it heat up. He remembered using a crimping plate and helping Alex do her hair; he could use the flat plate to straighten his and then do something with it. After it was hot, he picked it up and slowly began to pull it through the hot plates, occasionally singing his scalp slightly when he wasn't paying attention. It took him about 10 minutes to get his entire head done, but he looked so different. The curly brown amateur afro had been straightened into shiny, coffee colored hair that reached down to just past his shoulders. He had it parted in the middle and wondered if it was a good idea to leave it like that. He looked around and saw a black hair band he could use to hold his hair in a ponytail. With one of her brushes, he pulled it back and tied it. It looked alright to him with the black suit; but it was time to get going.
"So what do ya think?" he asked as he ran his hand along the top of his head. Jet looked wide-eyed at him.
"Well I'll be. Spike, you clean up well!" he said scratching his head in confusion and amazement.
"I like it, can you tell I'm the same person?" spike asked as he stuck his hands in his pockets and sort of posing. Jet chuckled.
"Go get the girl. She probably went to the Blue Moon Gala on the other side of the raceway. If you hurry, you could get there before them; there's a lot of traffic over that way this time of the night." He said shaking his head and tossing Spike the key to the Swordfish. He grabbed it and ran for his ship, hoping he could get there before Alex did. He was off in no time, flying towards the restaurant through a crystal clear sky.
Still being driven to the restaurant, Alex couldn't help but notice that both Asriel and Horace's eyes kept wandering in her direction. They weren't saying anything, just grinning slightly and glancing at each other. She didn't feel safe traveling with them; there was something scary about them that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Nervously she turned and looked out the window at the passing scenery of the city streets. The people were finely dressed with the exception of the occasional bum or hobo that dotted the corners. They came to a stop and the light turned on inside the limo.
"Miss Alex, we will be arriving at the restaurant soon. We would like you to…" Asriel chuckled as he trailed off. "We would like to search you to be sure you aren't carrying any weapons." Horace joined in with the laughing.
"And seeing that you're wearing a long dress, we ask that you let us search between your legs to make sure nothing is hidden between them."
"You're kidding me! I've been sitting with my legs crossed the entire time! If I had anything, you would've seen it!" she asked shying back into the seat.
"Boys, that's the last time you pull that trick." A voice on intercom said. The shield between the driver and the passenger area dropped and a female driver turned around to scold them.
"Aww, come on Joyce. We were just having a little fun with the girl!" Asriel whined. She was a little older than Alex, 30 perhaps.
"Miss, if they try anything, you just let me know and I'll have them reprimanded as soon as I get in contact with master Blade." She said with a smile. Her black hair was about medium length and was put up under the hat she wore.
"Um, okay. Thank you." Alex said nervously as the shield went back up and the light turned off. Both Asriel and Horace sat with their arms crossed and seemed to be pouting like children.
"She always ruins our fun." Horace grumbled as he put his glasses back on.
"Well what do you expect? She's his driver and practically his best friend. He tells her everything, even stuff we don't know about!" Asriel whined.
"How do you know?"
"She slipped something about how he was planning tonight. She told me not to tell and I swore to secrecy." He answered. The two of them acted like little boys now, bickering and arguing. Suddenly, the limo stopped and was shifted into neutral. Horace got up and opened the door with Asriel behind him before both men each reached their hands in to take Alex's. She set both of her feet on the ground and took both their hands, raising herself to stand. Instantly she was standing on a red carpet that led to the double doors of the restaurant, about 25 feet away. The carpet was roped off and was lined with photographers and news reporters. Cameras flashed and people called out to her, but both Asriel and Horace escorted her into the restaurant. As she was led to the door, she could've swore she heard the Swordfish fly overhead, but maybe it was just all the noise confusing her.