Johnny headed to the workshop/armory of the Bebop to stash his heat.

He'd had to sell quite a few of his weapons, unfortunately. He had owned quite the armory not so long ago; could have made a living as an arms dealer, easy.

But not anymore.

Faye was already in the workshop as he walked in; she was cleaning a Glock 30. It was quite a mess.

"You might want to get a new barrel for that thing. Looks like you haven't properly cleaned it for 3 years." Johnny said, putting his Colt 733 in a mid-sized locker.

"Yeah, whatever." she said, sighing.

"It looks pretty bad. That barrel's gonna get blocked up pretty quick. What brand of ammo you usin'?"

"Wolf." she replied.

"Ah. That explains it. Wolf is cheap. Here, I've got a few extra boxes of Federal. You can have 'em. They're hollow-points, too."

"What's the catch?" Faye asked.

"That you treat your gun better. Maintenance it once in a while. Here, lemme see it." Johnny said, taking the gun from her.

"Oh, man. This thing's almost gone. The striker is dulled, the mag's followers are worn down, hell, even the slide release lever's loose. Haven't seen a gun this beat up for a while!" he continued.

He took an identical pistol out of a locker.

"Here. Use this one. Good as new, only been fired 15 times. Same gun as that. I'll work on yours, and you can use mine in the interim."

"Gee, thanks." Faye groaned. "There an end goal to this whole "nice guy" act?"

"Nope, guess I'm just a nice guy." Johnny replied, grinning.

Faye rolled her eyes at that, and left the armory.

Johnny sat down, and started cleaning the barrel.

Took him an hour to clear all the remnant powder.

Jet walked in.

"Johnny, you up for a job?" he asked.

Johnny rubbed his eyes, they had gotten unfocused from staring down that barrel for so long. He spun his chair to face Jet.

"I'm always ready, Jet. What is it?" he asked back.

"A Syndicate dealer, worth 15 million. Word is he's holed up in an abandoned church on Mars with a small following."

"What's the charge?"

"Other than dealing, he's being charged with three counts of assault, two murders, and public indecency."

"Sounds too easy to be true."

"Probably is, but we can't dwell on that right now."

"I'll need some backup." Johnny pointed out.

"You'll have Spike and Faye. Ed will hack into some satellites around the area and provide surveillance. That's how we found the guy in the first place, with a little suggestion from Spike. Seems the roof's been blown off, so Ed'll be able to tell you where threats are coming from."

"What'll you be doing, Jet?" Johnny asked.

"I'll be providing info on the guy. Make sure we're not getting ourselves in a bad situation. I'll also be providing tactical advice while you assault the church, so you don't get mowed down from behind."

"When are we leaving?" Johnny asked.

"Now." Spike said, appearing in the doorway.