Guerre Froide

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It was cold, and it was muggy. They stood outside in an alley way between two abandoned buildings back to back. Soon they were surrounded by their hits guards, but one by one they took them out. A little bit of blood fell onto Spikes face as he aimed his gun to the last one and pulled the trigger.

With a grin wiped it off and turned back to Vicious. "Well, looks like were done here, go to the next level shall we?" he said to him.

"Yeah, you lead the way." He said half serious. "You've been acting weird lately, you gonna tell me what's up?" said Spike as they ran up the stairs.

"Ugh, no, maybe. I hear Mao wants you to lead one day." He said as he pushed a big piece of wood out of their way. "Where did you hear that?" he asked. "I can see it, but let me tell you Spiegel It takes a lot of willpower. You need to learn to watch yourself Spike." And with that he kicked down the door. Spike had a weird feeling about Vicious' words.

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"Huu!" Spike awoke with a start, his skin glistening with sweat. He fully sat up soon realizing that was a bad idea. With a grunt he fell back on the sofa feeling the spreading pain run across his rib cage. "shit!" he whisper yelled as he was breathing heavily.

He looked around to find himself in a small apartment. There was a small table in front of him with magazines and first aid kit supplies on it. He figured wherever he was the person who lived here had taken care of him. There was a little t.v on the floor in front of the table as well and a big window with a curtain to the left of the sofa.

He decided to find out who lived here he needed to get up and find it for himself. He began to lift himself up on his right arm but couldn't take the pain. This only took more breath from him, so he only used his head to look in hope of finding someone.

Soon his eyes landed on an area to the right of the sofa that looked like a kitchen. Next to the kitchen was a table with two chairs. The table was half full of papers and from where he could see looked like a calculator. Occupying one of the chairs he saw was a girl, her head rested on the table, hair in her face.

Then he realized the girl was Faye. Wanting help he began to heave for help out of breath. "F, Faye, Faye" he said with grunts in between. Noticing she was not responding he took a few breaths building up the strength to yell across the room, he knew he was going to hurt, but took one last big breath before yelling. "FAYE!... UGH!" he yelled out, a loud grunt following as he turned holding his rib cage. A sharp pain decided to run from his back and across his rib cage again, but a lot stronger this time.

When he did this Faye's head shot up in shock and surprise. She looked down at all the papers and around her wondering where the sound came from. When she heard Spike's yells of pain she remembered he was there. "Oh shit!" she said as she ran over to him. She fell asleep after trying to keep a watch on him.

She finally made it to the couch and kneeled by him. "What is it? Is it your ribs?" she asked in a hurry. He nodded hurriedly.

"Okay, I didn't take out the bullet yet, it was too deep in but it was starting to show so I waited. It took out the glass, but it looks like it's ready now. I have to do it now, so this is going to hurt, sorry." Once she said this she grabbed the tweezers and held the spot where the wound was. One she had him situated he placed the tweezers on each side of the bullet and pulled. "UGH!" he yelled out in a long pain filled tone.

She winced as she heard him. She hated to this kind of stuff, she was more of an "I have a boo, boo and I need you to wrap it up." Kind of girl, but what had to be done, had to be done. Once it was out she sat back with a big breath and put it in the trash nearby where she had placed the glass.

He coughed and took many, many deep breaths along with small grunts. He had this done to him before, but that didn't mean he liked the way it felt. He turned his head to her then closed his eyes. "th, thanks." He said quietly.

"Yeah, whatever." She said trying to cover up her worriedness. "So what happened?" he asked. She raised a brow as her eyes shot up at him. "Shouldn't I be asking that? You are the one who showed up at my door step. How did you find my house anyways?" she asked.

He laid back and sighed. "When we were looking for you, we got you job and address. Once I found out it was you I memorized it. I figured it would come in handy one day. I guess it did." She stared at him in astonishment "wow, you guy really take your work serious, even for something as small as that? Well I don't feel creeped out at all." She said sarcastically.

"That's just the way it is." Spike said, eyes slowly dropping again. Faye sighed and stood up. "You should get some more sleep, there's still time. I prally wont wake up for another two hours." "yeah, sleep sounds good." With that he began to drift off again. "night" she said before heading to her room.

Once the sun had rose Faye got up to finish what she was doing at her table last night. Spike had finally awoken and could stand for a while. He filled Faye in on what happened (some of what happened) last night. He now went to sit across from her at the table looking down at what was there.

"Okay, so your place is blown up, what are you gonna do?" He looked up at her with a look of wonder. "Well, you know common courtesy would tell you to offer me that sofa over there." She looked up with a raised eyebrow taking off her glasses. "oh really? So you just assume I will let you stay here?"

He looked at her a little confused. "You wear glasses? And yes I do. Let's say for old times' sake?" he said with a smirk. She rolled her eyes. "okay, fine, but only for a little while, then you gotta get your ass out of here. Last thing I need is a lazy bum slugging around while I make the money and clean and all that other shit. And I've always worn these"

He raised a brow. "Yes dear, whatever you say. And no you haven't." she just rolled her eyes again. "Okay, whatever now let me finish here?" She said placing the glasses back on and heading back to her calculating.

"What am I supposed to do? Just sit here?" he said already board. She looked up again with a sigh. "Well I don't know Spike, fine out how to entertain yourself." She replied. He grumbled and sat back. "I'm hungry, you got food?" he asked standing to check the kitchen.

Once he had checked everywhere he was disappointed to find nothing in sight. "Shit, do you ever eat?" he said towards her. "Yes, I just haven't had the chance to go shopping yet." She said not taking her eyes off her paper.

He raised a brow thinking of what to do when his stomach growled. "Well, I wanna eat. Let's go somewhere, I'll pay." He said grabbing his things and carefully placing his shirt on due to his injuries.

At this she looked up at this. "Oh? Do you not see I am busy here?" she said getting frustrated with his interruptions. "Yeah, but it can wait. Come on." He said after he finished putting on his jacket. Then he went over to Faye and pulled her from her chair to follow.

"wha? Hey! I'm not even ready!" she said trying to pull away. He turned to look at her. She had her hair in a loose ponytail with a hoodie that fit her slightly big and a pair of shorts. "You look fine. Just put on some shoes." He said passing her the closest pair that was by her door. "Here put these."

When she finished putting them on they headed out. Before they went through the door she put an arm out to stop him. "But this is only for a little while. We eat and that's It." she said sternly. He just gave a smirk. "Yeah, sure, let's just eat."

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Spike and Faye had been sitting at the table for a while. They made small talk about this and that. Faye's new job, how she got the house, and a little about Jet. They didn't really talk about Spike and what happened last night until Faye spoke up about it.

"So, you gonna tell me why you showed up at my door step last night?" she said finishing off her water.

Spike had been looking out the window for some time now and she figured that was what he was thinking about. "I was attacked."

She raised a brow, "you were attacked? How?" he finally looked at her.

"This other syndicate bombed our headquarters. Apparently they're out to get me. I don't know some revenge shit like that." He said in a nonchalant manner. "So what you're like in some syndicate war now?"

"I guess so." She could tell there was a deeper meaning behind his words, but she didn't push the matter further. "Well, we should get going." She said as she stood. "Yeah, I'll pay."

"With what money huh cowboy? I got it." she said walking towards the cashier, but he stopped her. "I always got some on me." Then he walked ahead and she let him.

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"There is no one in any of the other bases sir, what is it you would like me to do?" asked the secretary of the Black Ravens. "Just send in Frank." Said a frustrated Julius. "Yes sir."

Soon in came Frank. Julius looked up with a mocking smile. "Ah, Frank, please sit." Frank sat down still not saying anything. "Well, do you know why you are here?" "No sir."

"Well you should. You see last night I told you who your targets were, did you follow that no you didn't. I told you to get the north wing. We needed all of the top members gone!" he said beginning to get loud. Frank slightly flinched. "Yes sir, I know, I just got confused. I am sorry sir."

"Oh sure you're sorry. Now they're alert of us! Leave! I will find out what to do with you later." He said waving his hand towards the door. "Yes sir." Frank said making his way out.

Julius sat back with a sigh. 'time for a new plan. Who is close to him?' he sat up and pushed a purple button on his desk. "Margret! Tell peter I think I know where they are hiding."

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Faye was looking in the windows of the shops as they passed by them on the way back to her apartment. She stopped when she saw a pair of shoes on sale for 40% off.

She grabbed Spikes sleeve to stop him. He almost choked on his cigarette from the surprise of being stopped out of nowhere. He looked to her and then to the window. 'oh no' he rolled his eyes. "Are you serious Faye?" he asked really not wanting to do this now. She turned to look at him with a serious expression. "if you can just drag me anywhere I can drag you around too."

After simply saying that she took off inside. "plus, it's a good sale." She said towards him as he miserably followed. "yeah, yeah."

Soon they went home. Once in Faye went to show and Spike noticed his com. Sitting on the table across from the sofa. It read…

It won't be long, get your ass over here.

-Eric

"Shit, I almost forgot." He realized he needed to get to the secret headquarters fast. He had to deal with the situation. He left note for a Faye and took off.

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K! Hope you liked it! Please R&R! I had….WRITERS BLOCK! :/ very bad sickness…anyway I am back so please keep reading!

-animestarz96