Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Unveiled Emotions ❯ Offer ( Chapter 18 )

"You're willing to pay how much?" Spike asked.

"Two million woolong. All you've got to do is go after the girl," the Blue Dragons leader said.

"For the danger involved, I wouldn't do it for less than five million."

"Pricey. But, you've had the most dealings with him so I suppose your amount is justified."

"I know what I'm getting into. It'll be more if you want her dead."

"Of course not. She's worth so much more alive than dead."

"I thought as much. She's your trump card, isn't she?"

"If you want to call it that."

"What makes you think he'll give in to your demands?"

"You know how he acts when it concerns her."

"I know, but I don't think he's willing to sacrifice his power for a woman."

"Love can do strange thing, Mr. Spiegel."

"Would you do it if you were in his position?"

She looked at him and smiled. She lit a cigarette then leaned forward.

"Would I do it? Of course not. But, I've got my pick of men so I don't really lose out on anything. But isn't that Taliban his only interest? I don't think he wants to lose that. He also hired a new bodyguard. It's the exact same kind as last time, too."

"That's no real news. He has a lot of Talibans in his employment."

"True, but this one was one of the top five in their regal organization."

"Well, we'll watch out for him. That is, unless you were hoping on getting out of paying me five million..."

"The thought never entered my mind," she said as she stood up. "Unless you want some other gratification. There are no strings. Just a really, really good time."

"There are three things that I hate. Animals, kids, and women. What you're trying to do right now doesn't make me feel any different," Spike said and walked out of the room. He had a lot to tell Jett, he mused as he walked back to the hangars.

"I'm sure she'll want to be in on it too. Why do I keep getting involved with pushy women? But, that's the least of my worries. How the hell am I going to pull this off without running into Vicious? On a job like this, getting the target is going to be extremely difficult."
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"What's up, Spike?" Jett asked as Spike sat heavily down on a couch.

"Well we won't be broke much longer," Spike said as he lit a cigarette.

"Got us a job?"

"Yeah. It's a damned difficult one too."

"Ooh. Another chance to show you two up," Faye said as she entered the room.

"I figured you'd say something like that," Spike said.

"How much is the job worth?" Jett inquired.

"Five million woolong and this job is going to make us earn every bit of it."

"Who's the target?"

"Rei Mazuka."

"What?! Spike, don't tell me you agreed to it."

"Look. I'm going to do it. If you guys don't want a cut, say so. It's that simple."

"Well I'll go. Someone's got to keep an eye on you."

"Hey, I can finally get what you owe me," Faye said and Spike looked at her.

"What we owe you? We should be charging you room and board for how much you stay here," Spike said.

"All right, I'll forgive you to this time for not remembering your debts but don't make a habit of that."

Spike watched her walk out of the room then glanced at Jett. Jett shrugged his shoulders then lit a cigarette.

"Don't ask. I don't understand her either," Jett said.
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Pheoni x stretched his slender body and blinked his eyes. It was a beautiful night to seen the moons of Jupiter, he noted as his ears twitched to the sound of Rei's whines. She had claimed him, the Taliban noted as he smelled the unmistakable odor of Laria, a female's way of claiming territory. The odor was so soft that humans were unable to smell it but he could. It wasn't permanent, he noted. Because of its weakness, the scent would wear off within hours.

"They've been at it for awhile. I wonder if this is her time," Pheonix muttered. He stretched himself out and peered down the skylight. She was a beautiful example of his species, he noted as he gazed at every line of her body. He stared at the scar on her neck and wondered what had caused it. It was too coarse to have been made by any sort of blade, he noted as he yawned. It had to have been made by something else, but what?

He shrugged his musings off as he stood up and continued to walk the length of the roof. He was restless. It had been awhile since he had been in the employ of any set group. He had gotten used to the constantly changing world of freelance that he had forgotten that there was another way.

"Either way, it's a far cry from home," he said as he jumped off the roof and landed on the ground. He walked the grounds, keeping close to the shadows. His eyes preferred the darkness of night as he hoped for something out of the ordinary. He watched the silent streets, almost imagining someone there.

He heard the soft rustling of leaves and immediately became alert. Something had caused them to move, for there was no wind. He ran lightly across the grounds, following the silhouette of a person. He leapt and tackled the person, bringing the figure down to the ground.

"If you want to play, don't be so rough," Faye said as Pheonix's grip on her hands tightened.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded.

"Trying to get my piece of the pie. Now get off of me."

"I don't listen to prisoners. Especially not if they're like you. Plus, you happened along at a perfect time. I'm sure you feel that."

He pressed his body into hers and her eyes grew wide.

"You wouldn't."

"I know your track record, Miss Valentine. Also, if you don't struggle excessively we may be able to negotiate something that's mutually beneficial."

She breathed in the arousing scent he emitted as he leaned forward and kissed her. The kiss was deep and the more she breathed in of the scent, the less control she had of her actions. Pheonix drew away and quickly undressed, his eyes watching Faye the entire time. She too was taking her clothes off, consenting fully to his desires.

"Why should I let the female have all the fun?" he asked himself as he removed the last article of clothing.