Once again, the Bebop crew were suffering from being completely broke. Spike had a huge hangover from the night before and was also starving. Faye sat on the sofa, filing her nails, looking so bored that watching grass grow would count for decent entertainment. Jet sat on the opposite side of the table, across from Faye with his arms folded. He contemplated about which bounty head to go after. There were only two of them, but they both were worth the same amount. 20 million each. The leaders of two rival drug syndicates. It was obvious that neither job was safer to do than the other. Both involved the same amount of danger. Jet though hard about this.

       If a leader of a drug syndicate has a price on his head, it most likely would be about inside politics. Just like Mao Yenrai. He looked back at the screen with the mug shots of the two syndicate leaders. One of them had dark gray hair and a black eye patch over his eye. His name was Furious Sentiel. The other was a mug shot of a younger man with light blue hair. He had dark brown eyes, but he looked more innocent than your average criminal. Jet didn't think someone as young as he looked could be a drug lord.

        The name under that picture read: Jake Smith.

        Trent walked in through the ship's door carrying 3 bags full of groceries. He stumbled around, trying not to trip and fall as he made his way down the steps. He walked over to a nearby table and placed the bags down on it. He sighed in relief, "Whew! Those bags are heavy. Hey, what's up, people?"

        Everyone was silent, ignoring him for the most part. Jet looked up from his computer screen, saw Trent and went back to his work. Spike's hangover was so bad that he really didn't pay attention to anything. Faye continued her nail filing.

        Trent sighed, "I've got food."

        Before Trent new it, he was being stampeded by Spike and Faye as they completely bum rushed him and dug their way through the grocery bags. Faye was content when she found some microwavable dinners and Spike ran off into the kitchen with the egg carton. Jet, playing it cool, stood up and walked over to what was left of the grocery bags. He extracted the vegetables and the 4 pounds of beef. "Finally. I get to make bell peppers and beef WITH the beef!" Everyone proceeded to the kitchen with their food of choice.

        Trent stood there with an annoyed expression on his face, "You're so welcome...." He shrugged his shoulders and muttered, "Ingrates." Walking over into the living room area of the Bebop and saw what was on the screen of Jet's computer. His eyes widened in horror from what he saw. "Jake Smith?! HOLY SHIT!"

        Faye wandered in and asked, "What's with all the yelling? Did you break something again?"

        The look on Trent's face told Faye that something major was going on. She was about to ask, but he ran out the door yelling, "I gotta go! DON'T follow me!" Faye watched as he ran out, realizing how much her and Trent have in common. Spike came in, crisp and sober, looking around the room, he turned to Faye with a raised eyebrow, "Where's the kid?"

        Faye snapped back, "How the hell should I know?!"

        "He's YOUR brother," Spike replied.

         Faye sneered, "FYI, he's not my brother! I don't even have any family, so just mind your own business!"

         Spike shrugged, "Whatever."

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         Meanwhile, two tall men in black business suits and dark sunglasses surround a young man with light blue hair, brown eyes and  blue, denim pants and jacket. under the jacket, he had on a white t-shirt. He was backed into a corner as the two men stepped closer.

         "Please, don't kill me! I just wanted to live an honest life, that's all!"

          He was cut of by the sound of a gun clicking. Before he knew it, he was staring down the barrel of a silver .45, still begging for his life. Suddenly, a black, two seated craft swooped down, knocking down the young guy and the two men in suits. From the craft, a net was shot out, landing on the suited men, leaving the guy with the blue hair unharmed. The ship landed nearby and Trent stepped out. He ran over to the scene, "Jake!"

Jake had a surprised look on his face, "Trent!"

Trent shouted, "C'mon, get in!"

      Jake quickly complied and hoped into the second seat of Trent's craft. They immediately took off from the scene, leaving the two syndicate workers scrambling to their vehicle, which was a black Sentinel with tinted windows. Trent sighed with relief, "Man, that was close! A minute sooner and you would've been short by one head."

     Jake still had a wide eyed look on his face, "But, I thought they killed you, man! Where the hell were you all this time?!" Jake awaited the answer with anything but patience, "Well?"

    Trent shook his head, "Remember when I told you about her? I had to find her, no matter what. And I did. In fact, I was with her before I came to get you. we're going to see a friend of mind, so could you do me a favor and tell me what the hell's going on? Why's everyone trying to kill you."

   Jake sighed and shook his head, "It ain't really somethin' I can up and tell ya. It's hard for me to say, especially to you, man. But the truth is that you're-"

   Gunshots rung out as two fighter crafts began their pursuit. Trent gritted his teeth as he tightened his grip on the control stick.

     "Hold on, Jake. We're gonna be experencin' some turbulence!"

    Just then, Trent's craft flew off, doing cork screw spins, evading the oncoming bullets fired from the two syndicate fighters. Trent smirked as he hit a blue button on the control stick. Jake raised an eyebrow as he realized that Trent seemed to be having fun. Through evasive action, Trent looped around, behind on of the fighters and fired at it with a barrage of bullets. The fighter tried to evade, but through the effort, lost a left wing and plummeted toward the ground in circles, landing with an explosion.

    Jake exclaimed, "Damn, you've gotten better since the last time I saw ya, man!"

    Trent scoffed, "If you think that's somethin', watch how I get this next guy!" He narrowed his eyes and pulled up, flying straight up, toward the zenith of the atmosphere sky. The fighter followed with constant fire of machine gun bullets, but soon began to lock on with missiles. Inside Trent's ship, a warning signal went off on the screen. Trent yelled out, "Oh, shit! They're lockin' on to us! Hold on!"

    Jake held on to his seat and gritted his teeth, "Trent, what the hell are you plannin'?!"

    Trent did another cork screw spin and dove downward and to the far left, away from the cross hair of the missile lock. Trent shouted, "Time to use my trump card! Game over, dude!" He pressed a red button on the panel in front of him, causing a laser rifle to emerge from the front of the ship, beneath the nose. Trent spun the ship around, toward the fighter and fired the laser cannon. The fighter dodged, but the laser beam blew up at 10 feet away from the ship, sending it off course. At that point, Trent came in, firing a barrage of missiles, taking the fighter out completely.

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   "If you're so worried about him, why don't you go look for him?" Spike asked.

   Faye frowned, "And who said I was worried?!"

   Spike replied, "Nobody. But it's blatantly obvious to tell."

   Faye smirked, "Yeah? And how's that?"

   Spike pointed at the table, "One, you're cleaning the table. Two, you've been cleaning that same spot for the past 20 minutes." Spike then smirked as he walked out of the room.

   Faye cursed under her breath and groaned. She then proceeded to casually walk out the door to the deck. As she got to her zip craft, she sighed and said, "Men are nothing but trouble...." With that said, her zip craft took off into the sky.

Meanwhile, Spike sat on the toilet, reading a newspaper, puffing away on a cigarette.

    "Furious Sentiel...."

   He took another puff as he thought more about this all too familiar name and the connections that could made to it. Spike had a sudden feeling of foreboding similar to the ones he would have before a life threatening situation. He thought about things and realized once again how afraid of death he was. He puffed his cigarette once last time, finishing it. Spike balled up the news paper and carelessly tossed it across the bathroom as he reached under the sink and grabbed a can of Lysol. He sprayed for about 2 minutes straight, than prepared to leave.

   Jet came out of the kitchen and headed for the bathroom just as Spike was coming out. As the two partners crossed paths in the corridor, Spike said, "I wouldn't go in there if I were you."

 Jet seemed like he was ignoring Spike until he added, "I ate a combo meal from Mickey D's, ya know..."

 Jet made a U-turn and headed right back to the kitchen.

   A few minutes later, Spike and Jet were in the kitchen, devising a plan for catching the bounty. "Jake Smith, wanted for the murder of several people. Apparently, there was a big job pulled at a science lab and the bodies of several security guards were found on the scene. But, the strange part is that the people murdered weren't guards at all. They were decoys."

   Spike asked, "What about the other guy? What's he wanted for?"

   Jet replied, "Furious Sentiel, head of the Black Hawk Syndicate. The master mind behind all the jobs pulled at science labs for the past. There's been rumors about the Red Dragon and Black Hawk Syndicates teaming up, but there are no real leads to it being true. This whole thing smells fishy. Two members of cooperating crime syndicates have bounties placed on their heads in the same day.

   "Then, there's only one solution," said Spike, "They both did something that both syndicates didn't like. Now they want to get rid of them. It's all politics. They're still gonna try to kill 'em, but putting a bounty on their heads makes it a hell of a lot easier to find 'em."

   Jet groaned, "That doesn't matter, we need the money and their offering a hell of a lot for these two."

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   "Vicious. I apologize for being late. I promise I'll be prompt the next time you call for me, sir."

   Vicious looked at her with no emotion at all. The bird on his shoulder gave the young woman the same look. He spoke with a stern and deadly tone, "Make sure it doesn't happen again. Also, tell V2 to do his job instead of  you."

   The woman looked at Vicious with a surprised look on her face, "I-I don't know what you mean..."

   Vicious narrowed his eyes at her and said, "This is your first and last warning, Melissa. You're beginning to show me your uselessness. Just like Jake and Furious. I doubt you or V2 want to be in their position. I want you and him to find Trent Valentine. I know if you find him, Spike won't be too far behind. Now go."

   Melissa bowed, "Yes, sir." She quickly exited, relieved that Vicious actually gave her a chance to make up for her screw up. She went off to another floor of the building to find V2 and inform him of the task at hand. That wasn't only her partner, but obviously her lover. As long as she continued to be by his side, nothing else mattered to her.

   Everything she's ever done was so that she could be with him. She even tricked men into thinking that she loved them just to set them up, all to stay with V2. Melissa was a dangerous woman to deal with and was not to be taken lightly. She could change her personality in a split second. One moment, the girl next door, the next moment, the instrument of your demise. Many have fallen into her traps, few have made it out, and some are still being lead on. This was the poison known as Melissa Briden, The Queen of Deception.

   She found V2 in his craft, looking at a radar, which was beeping constantly. She looked over at his control panel and at the radar. She looked at him with an inquiring expression, "Is that what I think it is?"

V2 nodded, "Yeah, it is. And soon, it'll be all taken care of."

Melissa smiled evilly, then looked to her lover with a wink, "How about a quick celebration?"

His reply was with a sly smirk, "I'm sure I can spare a couple minutes."

  They both hopped into the craft and shut the hatch. They were immediately all over each other, going to war using kisses, caressing and stripping as their weapons of choice. Muffled moaning could be heard from outside the ship, but there was no one close enough to hear. V2 hit a button on the ship which tinted all the windows. The only clue they told of their act was the slight rocking of the ship.

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INTERMISSION
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      Trent's craft was parked in a large hangar outside of the town. Inside, he, Jake and another young woman are talking. They were laughing and joking around as if they were long time friends. Mainly because they were.

"That's mean, Andrea," said Trent, "I just came by for a visit and nothing else. Honest!"

     The girl recognized as Andrea pushed her glasses further onto her face with an eyebrow of suspicion raised. She had on a red t-shirt with over-alls on and tan boots. She dressed boyish, but one could still see how beautiful she actually was either way. She shook her head and said, "Trent, you're a horrible liar. I heard about Jake and it's all over the news. You're safe here, but it might take a while for this thing to blow over."

     Jake sighed, "All I wanted was to live a normal, legit life and this is how they honor my request. Sucks, huh?"

    Andrea shook her head and places her hands on her hips, "Why did you two ever get involved with them in the first place? I mean, didn't it dawn on you that they were trouble?"

   Jake shrugged, "Yeah, but I had nowhere else to go, so I joined up. What about you, Trent? How'd you get in the mix with 'em?"

  Trent's eyes roamed around the room, then back to Jake and Andrea, "Huh? You say somethin'?"

  Jake sighed, "How come you do that every time I ask about your history with the Red Dragon?"

  Trent faked a smile, "There's nothing to tell, I joined, they tried to kill me, I left. End of story. But, anyway, we gotta find away to get you off of Mars before they find you. If there's a craft around her we could use, it'll be easy to do."

   Andrea walked over to a craft which looked as old as Spike's Swordfish, but it was sky blue. It had the same design and no weapons equipped. She gave them the basic info, "I call it the Dagger. It may be old, but it's fairly fast. It has average handling, but it's not really made for dogfight combat, so you'll just have to keep a low profile with it. Since it's sky blue, you shouldn't have too much trouble getting outta here quickly.

   Jake smirked, "Great. Ya know, I've always wanted to go to Venus. Now I'll finally see it for myself."

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   Meanwhile, at a spaceport station, Furious Sentiel, a middle aged man in a black suit walks into a bathroom. As he turned on the water at the sink, he felt steel pressed up against the back of his head, followed by a clicking sound. He looked up at the mirror to see a man with fuzzy, green hair, a blue leisure suit. Spike frowned, "Now tell me. Where's Vicious?"

  Furious gritted his teeth in fear, "I-I don't know! Look, they're gonna kill me! You've gotta help me!"
Spike groaned, "Look, tell me what I wanna know and I'll consider it. Depending on if you lie or not."

  Furious begged, "Okay! He's the current leader of the Red Dragon now, he's looking for you and some other younger guy.
He's probably at the complex right now. All I want is to get the hell off of Mars and-"

    The sound of an automatic hand gun filed the room. Spike grabbed Furious and dove into a bathroom stall. He drew his gun
and peek around the corner of the stall to see it was another syndicate agent. He whipped his arm around the corner and let off
5 shots. The sounds of gurgling could be heard, followed by a thud. Spike peeked around the corner again to see the gun man
had 4 bullets in the chest and one in the throat.

   Furious peeked out right after and said, "So will you help me?"

   Spike nodded genuinely.

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     Faye sighed as she walked the streets, searching for clues. "Where the hell could he be hiding?" She sat down on a stoop, taking a good look around. "My source said he'd be around this area....don't tell me I'm on another wild goose chase." She took out a mug shot picture of Jake Smith and examined it. She looked around in a failing attempt to match the face with one of the people walking by.

"Excuse me. Are you looking for someone?"

    Faye turned to her right to see a woman with long, blue hair who looked like she was in her late teens, early twenties. Faye gave her a strange look and stayed on guard, ready to draw he pistol at anytime. She nodded, "Do you know someone by the name of Jake Smith?"

   The young woman nodded, "Yes, I do. I was just on my way to see him. I could give you a lift, I have a craft parked a few blocks from here."

   Faye smiled politely, "Thanks, but I could just follow you with my zip craft."

   The woman giggled a little, "Don't worry, there's no reason to distrust me. I would never betray a fellow female. It goes against who I am. I bet your zip craft is parked a long way from here anyway, right? Oh, by the way. My name is Melissa Briden."

   Faye shook Melissa's hand with a suspicious feeling in her gut, "Faye Valentine."

   The two young women made their way to Melissa's craft. It was a short 5 minute walk and took no time at all. The craft that Melissa lead Faye to was the size of Jet's Hammerhead and had a four seats inside. Melissa smiled and said, "Here it is. I call it that Viper Hawk."

   Faye looked at the ship with some impression, "Nice ship."

   Melissa smiled, "After you, Ms. Valentine."

    Faye walked ahead to bored the ship, but she kept her hand near her gun. Faye's gut was proven right when she heard the sound of a gun click. She spun around with her gun drawn, aimed at Melissa's head. Melissa also had her gun aimed right between Faye's eyes.

  "I had a feeling you were up to no good, " said Faye with a smirk.

   Melissa smirked, "Even so, it looks like you still crapped out, Lady Luck."

   Suddenly, Faye felt a massive karate chop slam onto her right shoulder, knocking her onto the ground. Her consciousness was slipping away slowly. The last thing she saw before blacking out completely was someone who looked like Trent, except he had a straight line scar on his right cheek.

    V2 scoffed, "Faye Valentine. Too nosy for your own good. Melissa, string this broad up and put her in the back seat. Empty her gun, too."
 
    Melissa quickly complied, wasting no time at all. "Now since we know that he and Jake are at the same place, everything is set. She'll make for a great bargaining chip. Lady Luck is now reduced to a simple chip chick. Ironic, huh?" She grabbed Faye's shoulder and pulled her over to the ship, then placed her inside. V2 grabbed Melissa by the waste and together they kissed passionately. Before they were convinced to go further, they both broke this kiss to complete their mission.

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"Genetic cloning?"

     Furious nodded, "That's right, Spiegel. The Red Dragon and Black Hawk Syndicates collaborated for this project. This was in order to keep strong numbers and prevent other syndicates from taking over. It was my idea, but they carried it too far. They used my daughter, Melany, as an experiment without me knowing. She died because of it. But, they continued to use her body for their experiments. When the testing was done, she wasn't herself. Sure, she was alive and well, but she had no memory of her life, and had physical attributes that are slightly higher than normal people's."

    Spike raised an eyebrow, "You're telling me that all this is over some cloning experiment? Gimme a break." Spike didn't want to believe it, mostly because it reminded him of a really bad movie. Spike rubbed his temples and groaned, "Look. All I want is to find Vicious."

    Furious sighed in an irritated manner, "This is ABOUT Vicious! He had a few clones made with his own preferences. One of them is a clone of my daughter. The other, I don't know. The only thing about the clones are that some have the memories of whom they were cloned from. Others develop their own personalities."

    Spike sighed, "Not my problem. Anyway, I'll take you to the ISSP station where you're safe. I'll get my money and everybody's happy."

    Furious shook his head, "They have people everywhere now within the legal system. I know I'm gonna die soon. I need to tell you that each clone has a ba-"

    Suddenly, a gunshot rang out from the distance and Spike's face was splattered with Furious' blood. Spike jumped behind one of the rows of chairs for cover. He drew his gun an loaded a clip. Taking a deep breath, he popped up from behind the chair and opened fired on the gunman who wore a long black trench coat. The bullet hit the man in the ribs, causing him to drop into a pool of his own blood.

    Spike looked around at the people who were watching, then decided to find Jet and get out of that airport as fast as he could.
 

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  "Well, I guess I'll be seein' you two around," said Jake as he prepared to board the space craft. He was totally at ease, knowing that he would soon escape the syndicate for at least a little bit longer. I was honestly a temporary solution since he still had that bounty on his head. This dawned on Trent for a while, but now it irritated him to that point that he had to ask.

  "Hey Jake."

  "Yeah?"

  "What exactly will you do on Venus?"

   "Maybe lay low in the countryside somewhere until the bounty cancels out, I guess.. Don't worry, I don't plan on dying anytime soon, if that's what you're worried about."

    Andrea came out of her corner of silence and said, "You just better watch your butt. I wanna come and visit you on Venus sometime. Just be careful, hon. Okay?"

    Jake gave her a thumbs up, "Solid."

     Just as he was boarding, there was a knock on the door. Trent narrowed his eyes and turned to Jake, "Hurry up and get outta here. That might be them." Trent drew his gun as Andrea went to a workshop table and took a shotgun which was holstered underneath it. Trent slowly walk to the door, ready to shoot anything that poses a threat. He reached for the knob slowly as Andrea bit her lip, aiming the shotgun at the door. Trent opened the door and stared at the person with wide eyes.

   "It can't be you....I thought....I thought...!!!"

    Melissa smiled, "I was dead? I know, but after what happened, I had to go for a while. I didn't meant to mislead you. I just couldn't take that lifestyle anymore. I loved you so much that it hurt seeing you. Knowing that any job could've been you last."

    Andrea sighed in relief as it seemed like there was no threat. She lowered he shotgun, but didn't want to listen in or watch. She went back to her workshop table and fiddled with her tools.

   "But, why are you here and how'd you find me?" Trent asked.

    Melissa replied, "I've been keeping a watch on you so I wouldn't lose you again. I'm here because they have a bounty on your friend and I know of someone that can clear the record and cancel the reward. His one of the top heads at the ISSP. He's right outside. Let me introduce him to you."

   Trent nodded, "Sure, lead the way."

 

    Andrea frowned as she heard the conversation, "Something's not right," she thought, "This is a bit too convenient to be true." She went over to the Dagger where Jake was seated, "Jake, I gotta a bad feeling. I think you should hurry up and split."

    Jake smirked, "Well, how about a good-bye kiss, then?"

    Andrea groaned, "Jake, now's not the time to be joking around! Get goin'!"

    Jake smiled, "That's cold, girl. But, I'll see ya when you visit Venus. I'll be waitin' for ya." He started up the ship as Andrea prepared to open the skylight hangar door.

    Meanwhile, Trent and Melissa were walking toward her ship, discussing old times. Trent was completely at ease, relief and total bliss. The woman he loved was back in his life. He didn't care about the whys and how's. All that mattered was that she was with him again. Melissa and Trent came to her craft. She smiled at him and said, "He's in the back seat. Go ahead and talk to him."

     Trent nodded and gave here a smile before sticking his head inside and looking in the back seat. His eyes shot open wide when he saw there was no one but the bonded and gagged Faye in the back seat, letting out muffled screams. Trent suddenly felt cold steal press against the back of his head.

"God, you're gullible," said Melissa, "But, I guess your strongest point was never intelligence. Was it, Trent?"

  Trent's eyes were even wider than before as his body trembled with shock, confusion and heartbreak. "Mel...tell me why...why are you doing all this?"

  She smirked, "Because it's a part of my job. They don't call me the Queen of Deception for nothing."

  Faye noticed a tear fall from the eye of her younger brother. She looked at him sympathetically, but had nothing to say, even if she wasn't gagged. She saw that he seemed to be slowly falling apart. He was slowly being torn apart. The woman whom had shattered his heart through betrayal stood behind him with a gun to his head, wearing one of the cruelest smirks Faye had ever seen.

   Melissa continued, "You see, my dear Trent, the entire plan was to kill you. So, I was hired to act as your lover. I faked my death so that you wouldn't ruin things by coming to look for me. That's the truth. That is reality."

    Trent sneered, "Then what about Jake? What the hell do you want with him?"

    Melissa replied cruelly, "We don't want anything with him. You can already consider him dead. My partner's taking care of him as we speak. Now, it's your turn to die."

    Right then, Melissa heard a shotgun cock back behind her head.

    "Drop it, bitch!"

     Trent smiled again at the sound of Andrea's voice. Faye raised an eyebrow and let out a muffled "Huh?"

     Melissa frowned, "You don't know who you're messing with. I suggest you put that down before something.....unpleasant happens to you."

     Andrea narrowed her eyes, "Loose the gun or loose your head. Make a choice."

     Melissa reluctantly dropped the gun, but smiled, "What now? Are you going to shoot me? I don't think you'll do it. I bet you've never even shot a piece of meat before, let alone another person. Could you handle pieces of my brain and skull being splatter all over this cockpit and all over your face? Hmm?"

     Andrea trembled slightly at the thought, but kept her guard up, "Oh, shut up. If I wanted to kill you, then there would be no hesitation. I'm only letting you live because I pity you. Someone like you who deceives people for a living doesn't deserve to have anything."

      Melissa smirked, "Your words wound me."

      Trent quickly untied Faye and removed her gag. Faye stood up and took Melissa's gun. She looked at Melissa with narrowed as as she pointed the gun directly between her eyes. "20 million woolongs each. The 2 bounty heads were worth 20 million each. YOU wasted my time and they're probably long gone by now. This fact upsets me. If you would like to apologize, do it now. And it BETTER star with 'I have 20 million woolongs for you', otherwise, I don't think I'll be responsible for my actions.

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     Jake was now airborne and ascending  toward space. The vid screen in the cockpit came on to reveal V2 who had an incredibly evil looking smile, "Hiya, Jake. Miss me?"

    Jake's eye widened, "How..how did you find me?!"

    V2 smirked, "Come on, Jake. You didn't think I DIDN'T know about you're friend's little hide out? People talk if you use the right language. Now, are you prepared to die. I can promise you won't make it off Mars alive."

     Jake gritted his teeth, "Why don't you people just leave me alone? I just wanna live a normal, legit life!"

    V2 chuckled, "Is that right? Maybe they'll accommodate your wishes in heaven, but that's not how things work here. So long, Jake."

    Jake felt the entire ship shake as V2's ship rammed into the side of the Dagger. Jake tried to maneuver, but the ship was incredibly slow since it wasn't built for combat. It was a miniature transport ship. V2 opened fire, shooting up the tail of the ship. It ignited as Jake hopelessly tried to getaway. V2 laughed evilly as he shot a homing missile  which blew off one of the wings, sending the Dagger to the ground in a constant spin. V2 smirked and said, "Fire in the hole."

    He shot out 4 more missiles that smashed into the Dagger, causing a mass explosion over the abandoned airport, leaving only flaming debris and nothing more. V2 contacted Vicious from his cell phone, "Vicious, Jake Smith is no longer any threat. No, no remains of his body. I sent him down with his ship. Yeah, she's working on that right now."

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    Melissa smirked, "Hear that? That was the sound of poor Jake's death. Now...I suggest you let me go. Unless you want to end up like him."

     Faye smiled, "You talk big for someone who's in the perfect position the get her brains blown out from two sides. Hey Trent, go check on that explosion." Trent was already on his way.

     Andrea and Faye led Melissa out in the open, following Trent who had ran toward the debris. From a distance they saw a ship land in that area also. When Trent go there, he saw a man step out who wore all black. Coming closer, he saw that the figure was his identical twin and he was looking looking right at him with a smirk.

     The rage inside of Trent slowly filled his soul as he stepped closer. The smirked faded from V2's face when he saw Melissa being escorted by Faye and Andrea at gunpoint. He sneered and said to himself, "Damn, this isn't how it was supposed to go. Time for plan B."

      V2 took a remote control from his pocket at the same time Trent drew his gun. Trent sneered, "Drop it, you I drop you."

      V2 smirked, "Put the gun down, unless you want me to hit this button. You do have another option. Let her go and I'll give you the remote. How about it?"

       Faye said, "We don't even know what the thing does."

       Andrea nodded, "Yeah, but it'll be safer if we have it instead of them."

      Trent nodded, "Fine. We trade at the same time."

      V2 smirked, "Fine by me."

      Trent roughly grabbed Melissa by the arm and pulled her along. She smirked and decided to taunt him, "Oh, I like it rough. I guess you never got a chance to find that out, huh? A shame. You call it making love, but I call it screwing moron in multiple ways. Your twin is the only man to have all of me, you know. He's much better than you in everything. Especially during 'quality times'.

       Trent was fuming and heartbroken, but the trade was made V2 gave him the remote with no trouble. He let them go, due to his emotionally sick condition. They took off in his craft and left. Today was the worst day of his life. He had lost love and his best friend...all because of him.

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       Two days later, back on the Bebop everyone was back in the den. Jet looked annoyed as ever, Spike looked carelessly bored, as did Faye. Trent was in the corner of the room, sulking in his own depression. He sighed deeply as he let the shadows hide his eyes. Tears fell down, but he was completely silent.

       It was easy to tell he wasn't feeling well. The fridge was almost empty and no new groceries were being placed inside. Faye sighed as she went into the kitchen, despite the low food supply. She looked around and decided to take out a cigarette. Unhappy with her food search results, she took a walk around the bebop. Within on of the corridors, she heard a spooky voice.

        "Smoke, smoke, Faye-Faye......"

      Faye looked around to see no one was there. She put her hand on her gun, "Who's there! Come out right now!!"

         "Puff, puff, Faye-Faye...."

      Faye took her hand off her gun, "Wait...I know that voice...." She turned around to see a small Welsh Corgi looking up at her with a happy bark. Faye raised an eyebrow, "Ein? Then that means..."

      Ed dropped on the floor from on of the air vents with a thud, right next to Faye. Ed stood up on her hands and did a slight flip to land on her feet again. "Faye-Faye! Have no fear, Edward is here!"

      Faye sighed, "People are just dropping in left and right...."

     Ein started barking again as Ed marched around Faye in circles, chanting "Puff, puff, Faye-Faye". Faye dropped her arms to her sides with a groan and shook her head.

 

SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY

Preview

*Hip-hop music in background*

Spike: The next episode is gonna be all about hip-hop!

Jet: Could some body turn that noise off?!

Trent: Freestyles and flows for all you people out there!

Ed: Edward likes this music!

Faye: Oh, Gawd! Turn it OFF!

Spike: Aw, c'mon. Have an open mind, will ya?

Jet: This music gives me a headache!

Trent: Watch out for the next session: Raging Rap Rhapsody!