Name: Coria Nikimaru.

Birthday: June 12, 2047

Age: 24

Birth Place: Venus

Blood Type: A positive

Height: 168 cm

It was standard information that was kept for every living being alive. Spike had Ed scroll down further and quickly scanned the long list of crimes listed beneath her picture and the basic write up. What bother him more as was that a great amount of space seemed to be gone.

"Edward, what's this blank space?" He turned to Ed who froze in place, and quickly bounced back in front of her computer.

"Edward don't know. Missing data. No information. Information tampered with. Case write up gone! Suspicious!" She stared at her computer all signs of prior fatigue rapidly fading as she tapped away with new vigor. "Coding tampered, deleted! Edward can bring it back with no problem."

A loud pounding on the hull had them all freeze in place looking up toward the docking bay. There was the grinding of the bay doors opening, the sound of a tool chest falling, and then two sets of steps coming toward the main area where they all resided.

"Faye?"

"Armed and dangerous." She answered nudging Ein out of her way as the data dog growled up at the door.

"Edward, take Ein and get out of here."

The door flew open as the red headed girl made to move and Jet entered rubbing the back of skull muttering curses. He glanced over both Spike and Faye, narrowed his gaze, and started down the steps. "Do you intend to shoot me?"

Quickly lowering their weapons they looked at one another puzzled. "Someone with you?" Faye asked quickly glancing nervously at the open door. A young man poked his head in waving at them nervously as he stepped more into view.

A lanky frame, with an untamed mat of sandy brown hair he tripped almost falling down the steps in his nervousness. "Um. . . Hi! Sorry, name's Soren Nikimaru."

"He's here to help me fix the ship." Jet stated cutting the younger man off. "I can't do it all on my own. Everything has gotten out of hand, and despite Edward's eager attempt to help, I can't take be electrocuted one more time."

"Edward said she's sorry!" She plopped back down resuming tapping at her machine.

"Nikimaru, eh?" Spike flopped down casually watching the seemingly nervous youth with caution. "Got a sister or something like that?"

"Well, actually. I have a twin sister out there somewhere. What makes you ask?" He chuckled rubbing the back of his head.

"Curiosity. Tell me about her. If you're going to be staying with us for awhile we might as well get to know one another. I'm Faye Valentine, and he's Spike." She smiled innocently and offered him a seat beside her.

"Well, we went our separate ways along time ago. There was an accident about seven years ago, and we were both hospitalized. She'd taken a blow to the head, but that didn't explain the sudden change in her." He bowed his head glancing over at Spike who watched him carefully for simple nuances that would signal he was lying.

"Please continue. How did she change?" Faye urged him moving closer and laying hand over his.

"She was so innocent and sweet before that. High grades and everything. Popular, sweet, friendly, and all the wonderful things like that. Afterward she started skipping class, her grades began to fail, she hung out with a strange and wild crowd. We began to drift apart, and I didn't really know her anymore. Two years later, her hair had turned silver, her eyes became a pale gray, and she so many wounds all over her body. Never told me what they were from, but she just up a left one day. Haven't seen her since." Soren dropped his gaze pulling Faye's hand from off of his own.

"Seems you should fit in right at home here. We all have sob stories." Faye laid her hand on his leg this time trying to offer comfort.

"Sorry about this ma'am, but you really aren't my type. I'd rather it be you green-haired friend rather than you in all honesty." Soren smiled as Spike shifted nervously, Faye backed away, and Jet excused himself from the same room. "Don't worry, I paired to someone already."

"EDWARD GOT IT!" Soren jumped as the strange girl leapt up with her computer tittering on her head. "Bounty-ounty! And confirmed member of Red Dragon Syndicate!" She turned to face Faye showing her the screen when Soren jumped up in shock.

Coria tapped her finger in annoyance. According to the computer screen in front of her someone had hacked file. It was more than just someone looking into her surface file, but they had gone so far as to repair and upload her private file. Case files that had been stored away on her by various investigators who'd she'd long since taken care of. Whoever it was had no idea how much trouble they'd just bought themselves.

She'd been surprised herself when she'd read over the secured files at how in-depth some of the information was they'd had on her. It had also bother her that they had enough time to investigate before she'd discover that they were trailing her.

Her skin crawled in remembrance of one particular incident. It was had been shortly after she'd join the syndicate, and her temporary partner had ditched her. It was nerve wracking that he'd simply left her on her own, and she'd been so scared when the ISSP had caught up with her. Had it not been for Vicious' sudden appearance she'd be behind bars or worse.

He'd quickly dispatched her tracker, and then helped her to escape back to headquarters. Since he'd brought her in, she'd been placed under his watchful eye. The man who'd abandoned her, she'd never seen again.

For a month she always felt as if she'd been getting in her mentor's way, and only making things harder on him. It was when she'd overheard him talking to elders that she'd learned he was impressed and wanted to personally train her.

The door slammed open and she quickly shut off her computer screen, and shoved the memories into the back of her mind. Those under the control of the syndicate where beginning to look more and more alike to her. Their suits we immaculate and similar in design and color. It was those who stood out that caught her attention, and were highly ranked. They were the ones who had a true amount of power and experience to be themselves and know they didn't have to cower before her. The rest, were pawns who bowed down before her every whim.

"You need to learn to knock before entering my office, understood?"

He jumped straitening his posture in a way that made her ache knowing how it would irritate old wounds. "Yes ma'am. I apologize."

She waved him off without ever even really looking at him. "Did you figure out who decided to nose around my file?"

"Yes ma'am." He placed the files before her, and she couldn't help but grin at what she saw.

"Get my ship ready, I'm being summoned." She laughed smoothing nonexistent wrinkle in her black business suit. "I want Karin and Telia ready to with me."

To be continued . . . .