Back on the Bebop, Jet took the bullets out of Spike's shoulder. Johnny's had been a straight through-and-through, tearing through the meat, but leaving no real permanent damage.
"Does it hurt to move it?" Jet asked.
"A bit, but I can still handle myself. I've done jobs in worse shape." Spike replied.
"What's up next, Jet?" Johnny asked.
"Well, you're certainly eager. You don't want to rest?" Faye asked.
"Nope. Gotta keep active." Johnny replied.
"There's a 20 million bounty for a guy named Carter Simmons. Another dealer for the syndicate. Wanted for murder, as well." Jet said.
"Carter Simmons? Senator Simmons' son? Knew there was something off about him." Johnny said.
"You know him?" Jet asked.
"Drove his wife home from a bar, once. Creepy SOB."
"Tip for you, Johnny, it's a bad move to ask his wife out right after we arrest him." Spike laughed.
"Aw, come on, Spike, even for a cup of Joe?" Johnny whined sarcastically.
"Wait at least a week." Spike replied.
"We got any leads?" Faye asked Jet.
"Well, knowing politicians' children, he probably thinks his daddy can protect him. I'd search his dad's house. I'll keep digging for clues."
"I'll ask Sarah." Johnny said.
"You can contact her?" Jet asked.
"She gave me a number to contact her. Don't know why, but hey, not gonna refuse a pretty girl's number."
He punched the number into his phone.
Sarah answered. She didn't sound happy. She sounded scared. Really scared.
"Johnny? Is that you?"
Faye and Spike leaned over Johnny's shoulders to catch a peek.
"Yeah, Sarah, it's me. What's up, is something wrong?"
"It's Carter, he's flying off the handle! I had to lock myself in the bathroom, and he's-"
"Sarah! Get off the phone! RIGHT NOW!"
"I know you're going to be after Carter's bounty. Please, please come get him now. We're at his father's house. He's-"
There was the sound of wood breaking, and the phone went dead.