"It's time to act, and it's time to act now!" inputted one of the committee members, smashing his fist against the conference table. "We are all well aware of the surviving Polilla and what that can mean for this organization."

"Mr. Aidan." All in attendance rose their heads to listen to the firm figure that stood as Head. "I appreciate your concern, but this is being taken care of."

"Sir Leon, " added another. "I hope you don't take my words as disrespectful, but if I'm not mistaken the last two operatives who took the case, failed." John Tully laughed at the man's word. He was the only one of the business who had the gall to laugh at Felix De Leon and his many blunders.

"My my. It appears as if we are in a bit of a squabble." The smoke eased from John's lips. Felix aimed his cold stare to penetrate John's soul. But John was one to laugh at death itself and call it all one big joke.

"Gentlemen. I will take care of this personally. Ms. Grimes will have no choice but to choose her path, whether it be death or revival."

"You mean, you wish for her return?" taunted John. The committee murmured amongst themselves quietly. Felix balled his hands into fists on the table.

"This is not for personal reasons, if that is what you are assuming, John. No doubt she is a worthy, and albeit, expendable venture and asset. Especially given that she's killed some of our best."

"If others were to find out about her, the corporations we have invested in and trusty associates within the governments will no longer be insured by our power." said one member. "This should be handled as soon as possible."

"Put your faith in me as Head. Now excuse me, I have some unfinished business to attend to." Felix bowed humbly before his committee and exited the room. As he entered the elevator he pulled out his phone.

"Susan,"

"Sir?"

"Ready my pilot. I'm leaving for space. "


"EDIE!" growled Jet, storming into the upstairs common area where Edie sprawled on the floor and flipped through her manga. She kicked at the air in her fuzzy pink slippers.

"What is it?" she asked, not really paying any mind to his answer. Jet took the small package of pasta in his hand and chugged at the back of her head. "Hey!" She rubbed her hair and stuck her tongue out at Jet.

"Why in hell was that under the toilet seat?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." she continued reading her manga.

"The hell you don't!"

"What, Jet, thought you broke the toilet? Hmph!" Edie smirked to herself. "Fat ass."

"Why you...!" Jet's cheeks heated slightly pink unbeknownst to Edie.

"EDDIIEEE!" The two turned their heads to look at the stairway, where they heard Spike yelling. Spike huffed and puffed after he finished running up the stairs with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Edie and Jet busted out laughing at the sight of Spike's hair. It was bright pink!

"Edie, I'm going to kill you!" Spike ran to Edie and threw his hands around Edie's neck.

"I didn't know you liked it this rough," wheezed Edie. The comment angered him further as he squeezed tighter.

"Guys," interjected Jet, straightening up and perking his ears. Edie and Spike looked up at him. "Do you hear that? Sounds like we're getting a call." He made his way for the Bridge. Spike eased his grip from Edie's neck and went to clothe himself.

"Hey don't worry I'll fix your hair. For now, grab the hat that's in my room." Edie called out to Spike as he made his way down the stairs. She jumped up and ran for the Bridge.

"What's going on Jet?"

"Seems we're getting a transmission from a nearby ship or something." Jet accepted the call, "This is Jet from the Bebop. "

A middle aged man appeared on the dashboard. He wore a nice suit and glasses. "Ah, the renowned Bebop?"

"I don't know quite about renowned," mumbled Edie before Jet smacked at her arm.

"Yes, this is it. What can we do for you?"

"I've heard many good things about your group of bounty hunters and I have a client who'd like to hire your services to find a man." detailed the man, "Sado Matsumoto, at your service." he bowed his head to them in etiquette.

"Hired, you say? How much we talking here?"

"20 million Woolangs... per crew member."

"60 m..m..million?" stuttered Jet. Edie stood behind him with her mouth to the floor.

"Did you say 60 million Woolangs?!" panted Spike, arriving into the bridge. He looked silly in a ball cap and his normal monkey suit.

"What's the catch?" Edie stumbled over her words at regaining her voice.

"It's just a simple business venture gone wrong. We will send you all the information we have on the guy and even jot down the location to meet us at." The man smiled earnestly, "So will you take the job?"

"Yes!" sang Jet and Spike.


"Is it just me or was it supremely too easy to capture this guy?" started Edie.

"Easy, you say?" quizzed Spike, rubbing his sore cheek, tugging along the bounty. Not that the bounty gave him the nice shiner on his right cheek.

"Look at the size of this place!" exclaimed Edie, her eyes following the skyscraper to the sky. The group entered the building owned by Waiz Enterprises and their mouths were ajar in awe at the sight of its lobby alone. Crystal chandeliers, priceless vases for decor and even gold trimming. No wonder the guy's paying us a fortune, he's loaded! The secretary at the front desk directed them to the top floor to meet with Sado Matsumoto and his client, Mr. Snieder.

"Ah, come in come in!" ushered Matsumoto as he heard the knock on the door. "It's such a pleasure to finally meet you. Ah, and I see you have Mr. Davis." Spike pushed the handcuffed man into Matsumoto and crossed his arms.

"Now, about the money." began Spike.

"Yes yes. Follow me, Mr. Snieder wanted to reward you personally." Matsumoto grinned sweetly and lead the pair to another door that laid ahead. Inside the door was a well-designed office. The chair, which obviously housed somebody, faced the window peering at the birds mid-heaven. "The bounty hunters, sir." Matsumoto bowed to them and closed the door to the office behind him. Another wave of uncertainty crashed into Edie. She didn't like the way things were looking one bit.

"Good evening." The chair twirled to face the bounty hunters and revealed the face of a kinder-hearted, elderly man. The sight of him surprised Edie. Had they just simply got hired after completing so many successful bounties? Originally, it sounded all too convenient and albeit, too good to be true. Mr. Snieder held out his hand to Spike and smiled casually. "On behalf of Waiz enterprises, I'd like to thank you for helping out with our situation. As promised, I'm happy to reward you, richly."

Spike shook Mr. Snieder's hand firmly and nodded at his words. His truthful smile eased Edie and she, in return, grinned back at the CEO. The curiosity of the bounty in general gnawed at her mind. Why pay bounty hunters? Why pay so much? What did he do to be deemed wanted by a fortune five hundred company? But, Edie held her tongue and prepared to get paid. She kept an eye out for any suspicious action but Mr. Snieder transferred the Woolangs effortlessly. He compensated them, including Jet's cut, and thanked them once more before shooing them out of the office. Spike thought nothing of it. In fact, he couldn't get his mind off his share of the 60 million Woolang. What will I do or buy first? Food, most definitely food. On their way to the dock where the Bebop awaited them, Spike spotted a long black limousine resting near the port.

"What big shot would want to hang around this dump?" Spike thought aloud. Edie didn't comment, she was too consumed in her own thoughts to even listen to what Spike was rambling on about. Edie and Spike entered the Bebop, with no immediate presence of Jet, the bounty hunters made their way for the common area. In the doorway, they could make out Jet's image and he appeared to have company.

"Jet, everything okay?" eased Spike, seeing Jet's rigid stance. Edie followed behind him as they strolled down to meet him. Jet didn't undo his crossed arms, he blinked at them and brought his eyesight back on the individual sitting on the lone yellow chair. When the guest's face came to light, Edie felt the breath knock right out of her. Fuck.

"Hisashiburi, Eddy." Felix stood up and threw her an innocent smile. Edie was lost for words. She stood, shoulders tense, and struggled to remember how to breathe. Silence.

"Edie, who is this guy?" Spike, too, crossed his arms and explored her face. She felt herself in a state of paralysis. She couldn't bring her eyes to meet Spike's, they were glued on Felix. Jet glared hard at Felix and remained emotionless.

"Eddy," Felix held out his hand for her, "you look well. I pray that Sneider paid you handsomely."

His words peeked Spike's interest. "Alright, just who the hell are you?" he questioned coolly.

"I'm an old friend of Eddy, or as you may know her as, Edie."

"What do you want?" barked Edie, snapping back into reality. This wasn't a dream. Her old Felix stood just feet from her and carried himself as if they were going to have a joyful reunion and reminisce.

"You, Eddy. I'm here for you." Edie scoffed and reached for one of her magnums. "My, just as impulsive as ever." sniggered Felix, returning to his seat in the yellow chair.

"Stop speaking as if you know me." She fingered the gun in her hand.

"Eddy, I'm the only one here who knows you." He grinned as he lit a cigarette. Another period of silence and hard staring. "I'm going to cut to the chase, Eddy. I'm giving you two options. You either return to me and La Puerta or you can die, along with your friends here." With the cigarette within his fingers, he pointed to Spike and Jet. "And don't think , I don't know about the girl and her dog too."

Spike released a loose laugh and scrapped his Jericho along his temple. "Hey hot shit, we don't know you and you sure as hell don't know us."

"Ah, you must be Eddy's new boy toy. Out of all people, I'm surprised you didn't see the death's head moth tattoo between her shoulders. Believe me or not, Mr. Spiegel, I know a lot more than you think. For example, I know all about you and your past with the Red Dragon Syndicate. Nasty business, really." Felix lowered his cigarette and snickered. "Too bad. Vicious and I were personal friends."

In their most intimate settings, Spike did, in fact, notice the tattoo but thought nothing of it. He just imagined that was another one of her eccentric tattoos. "Like hell, I believe that." Spike's face no longer chipper, but turned grim.

"And you sir," Felix shrugged off Spike and turned his attention to Jet. "Black Dog. Former ISSP from Ganymede. It's wonderful to get the privilege to meet you in person." Jet said nothing and continued to peer into Felix with disdain and death. He clenched his jaw and resisted the urge to pull out a shotgun and blow the fucker's brains out all on the Bebop's floor. Leaving him to clean up, of course.

"How could I forget the infamous Radical Ed?" Felix mumbled with the cigarette in his mouth and clapped his hands. "She reminds me of Cecilia, don't you think Eddy?" Edie was at the brink of combustion. She didn't know how much more taunting she could take from this man. He had no right speaking to her in the way in which he did. He was a conniving, slithery snake.

"I think it best if you leave." Edie finally raised her gun to him and aimed for right between his eyes.

Felix arose from his seat and straightened up his suit. "I'll give you a month to make your decision and don't doubt my abilities. The first person I'll go after is that girl and her father. So don't fuck with me." He pointed at her as if he poking into her chest. Felix walked past Edie and turned his head to Spike.

"How does it feel to be inside her?" Felix's voice remained stern and lackadaisical, but his veins pulsated. "Makes you feel like you're the only guy in the world, doesn't it? She'll get into your veins and consume you." Felix walked off from the common area and exited the Bebop.