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Chapter 2
Jet, as usual, tending to his babies (bonsai garden), Ed was surfing the net, Spike was on his usual yellow couch in bandages, and Faye… Well who knew where Faye went. Well, anyway, everything on the Bebop was just as it should be, before everything in the Bebop shut off. Suddenly all the screens on the ship flicked on.
"Ed! Edward!" screamed the smooth, inquisitive, French accented voice of a brown skinned female.
Spike's eyes shot open at the sound of the voice. He knew it well.
"Yo!" replied 16 year old Edward. Who at this point learned about a comb and some gel and dyed spikes.
"Open the 'atch! I'm coming thru!"
"Opening now!" cried a playful Ed as she slammed her hand down on the open button.
"Wait! Wait a minute!" snapped Jet, "Don't open! Who the hell is she?"
"Sorry Jet-ster I got my orders!" said Ed.
"No! No you don't! You got my damn orders!" he shouted back.
"Too late! I'm already 'ere!" popped in the usually playful Freya.
"Who the hell-"Jet was cut off as Spike's cigarette dropped onto his boot, "Spiiike!"
"Freya! Freya Milan! Damn I haven't seen you in four years. What are you now twenty one?" Freya nodded her head. "By God all the trouble you gave Julia, Vicious and I! I knew you weren't the average Japanese female but damn you've filled out way more than I thought you could! Jet! She had more curves that Julia when she was eighteen!" he finished with a look of sheer astonishment.
"That's enough Spike." She bantered playfully, "You know 'ow I 'ate it when men point that out." Freya grinned mischievously.
"So what have you been up to? After you out smarted the syndicate, stole their goods from right under their noses, and sold it to their enemies."
"Uuhhh," Freya stood there as though thinking of something good to tell Spike. "Charity? Uh, yeah Charity!"
"You damn lie. You continued didn't you. You got balls kid." He said lighting another cigarette up.
"No! I got tits." She retorted lightly as she pulled his cigarette out of his mouth and put it out. "And you of all people should know that I'm allergic."
"Right? So what brings you here…Looking like that?" he started again, as he surveyed the silver Capri pants complete with grey manoloes, a silver jacket that bore her mid-drift, and hat to match. The small shirt under the jacket said 'censored' with a large 'o' cut out to reveal the valley of her breasts.
"You mean Faye didn't tell you?"
"You know Faye?" asked Spike
"Tell us what?" asked Jet.
"That she'd be staying with us for the next month." came a new voice.
"Faye-Faye!" squealed Freya as she tackled Faye to the ground.
"Ow!" Faye laughed as the girl clung to her. Spike smirked and Jet shook his head at the crazy people he has to deal with. Ed was the only one who screamed "PILE UP!" and plunged between the two women! The three laughed.
"So remind me again why you're staying a month. We could barely feed our own damn selves." said Jet.
Freya snapped her fingers, "Oh yeah! That reminds me. I went shopping on the way over 'ere. If one or two of you could come and 'elp me lift some of that shit out it would be great, thanks. Um Spike you might want to lay back down, you're still in bandages…just like I remembered." She chuckled.
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Freya sat on the cold floor painting her toes black to match her finger nails. She was on her cell phone talking to an employer of hers as Faye sat by and watched. It was a while since they last saw each other. Well, since the syndicate got involved in both their lives.
Faye remembered the last memory she had of Freya being dragged off by the syndicate. It was weird because Freya was the closest thing to a source of comfort. Faye cried while her guardian held her back from going to her tied up friend. She remembered watching helplessly as the silver haired man stuffed Freya into the car like a piece of luggage. It was Vicious… She thought back remembering. It was like losing a part of herself that day. Faye's scams always fell thru after that.
Every scam that used to go down was between her and Freya. Freya the brains and Faye the executioner. In other words she helped carry out the plans. It was always Faye and Freya, or Freya and Faye. The Queen of Hearts and the Duchess of Spades. It all ended that day though, and then they just recently found each other as quickly as it was taken away.
"Hey Faye-Faye, what are you thinking about?" asked Freya after hanging up the phone.
"Oh, just us. You know, our past. How we used to be." Faye replied.
Freya chuckled. "Yeah, those days were fun."
"They were. There was something I've always wanted to ask you." Faye said suddenly.
"They took me because of my 'powers'. You know the storms, the skills, and the deadly salutation. I was never one to be so pushed until after I was taken. That was one point at which I wish the government 'adn't operated on me after defrosting me. In Fact Faye-Faye, at almost every moment I wished I was back at the duplex with you. Sucks for us though," she chuckled, "we've drifted so far apart that we've managed to make it around the sun and back."
"Yeah, you could say so. How'd you know I was going to ask you about that?"
"I've been meaning to tell you. So I might as well now. Besides, it wasn't only me; you know 'ow people get greedy with money… that's also what they wanted." Freya breathed in deeply. "God, Faye! I wish we could rewind and rewrite it all over again."
"But we can't! And I'm still poor and broke; don't even have enough for a freaking room let alone rent!" Faye laughed. For the first time in a long time, she didn't feel self conscious about being poor. She did know, however, that in her past life she had wealth, but lost it all after the accident.
"Actually Faye, the idea isn't so far fetched." Freya stated now looking at the other female.
"What do you mean, Freya?" she questioned.
"'Ow would you like to pick up a few tricks in the larceny trade?"
"You make it sound so easy. So appealing. I've managed to world hard for my money and I don't imagine myself doing it now. Besides, how are we to cover up the fact that we're thieves? I mean it's a tad bit far fetched, don't you think?" Faye finished.
"No. I don't think it's far fetched. Ask Spike, I've already stolen from the syndicate, right under their noses too. And that was back when I was an amateur, 18years old. Of course back then I got away with a few cuts and bruises but I survived. I'm well skilled at the traffic now."
"That's what you do!" Faye's eyes went wide, "Do you know what could happen if Jet found out?"
"I believe he does, but hasn't said anything yet. So will you think on it? I may need to build a team for special jobs and Ritchie isn't one to play bashful when it comes to passing out the doe for excellent work."
"I'll think on it, but only because it's you. If it were someone else I would have turned you down flat. One more thing. What about cover up? Do you hide yourself by night and then do something less glamorous by day or do you be bold about it like the Syndicate."
"I'm bold about it like the Syndicate. Then I do an even more glamorous job by day. You've heard of Mirage: White Champaign & Blackberry Mango?"
"Yeah, it's a clothing store that sells one-of-a-kind pieces both elegant and wild. Do you own that? Does Ritchie own that, whoever he may be?"
"Yes, I do. As for Ritchie, you'll find out more about him later. Think on my offer, till then we'll 'ave some fun. Goodnight Faye-Faye." Freya smiled.
"Sweet nightmares, Ya-ya." Faye smiled at the thought of the two of them switching nighttime departures. Yup, she could feel it was going to be just like it used to be.
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