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No Gentle Love	By : lawless Category: +. to F > Cowboy Bebop Views: 1922 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Thanx to all who reviewed the fic. As for the summary, yeah I realized that. The idea was to immitate Ed, hence, the childish quality but since it didn't seem to work...heheh...I followed my reviewers' advice. I was slumped for a summary so I used a passage from a poem I really like. You should see that passage in the Prologue section. As for the chapters being too short, well, I wanted them that way. Based on my own experience, I get tired reading really long stories, especially from a PC. And sometimes, I get -- that word again -- slumped and writing shorter chapters seem to minimize that. So once again, thanx for the review. ^_^

This is a fanfic. I don't own anything.
~~~ Chapter 2 ~~~

Electra carefully assessed the situation. They were in a deserted hallway that seemed to lead to the fire exit. The passage was too narrow for much maneuvering. If she fought now, the man wouldn't hesitate to shoot her and there was every chance she was going to be hit. So taking the rational way out, Electra did as she was told and walked towards an unmarked door at the end of the hallway.
About halfway to the door, the man suddenly called out, "Hold it." His feet were rooted to the floor.
Electra stopped but didn't turn.
"Hand me your gun," he ordered. "And don't make a mess out of it," he added in warning.
Electra let out a sigh and slipped her hand through her jacket pocket. Then, taking hold of the metal, she took it out and held it out for him. The man stepped closer, touching the nuzzle of his own gun at the small of her back before he grabbed the gun she had been holding and slipped it into his pants pocket. Having Electra divested of her main weapon, the man seemed to relax more as he snickered at her. "Not so high and mighty now, huh? Bounty huntress?"
Her voice was even as she replied, "You do know that I'm not the only one after you, Gunther Planchet."
For some reason, this seemed to amuse Planchet even more as he guffawed, his laughter grating on her nerves. "I know! Isn't it great? Six million woolongs! Who would have thought?" And still chuckling, he pressed his gun harder, indicating that Electra speed up her steps.
They arrived at the door and Electra reached down to turn the knob. Once outside, the noise coming from the crowded mall was muffled. She found herself standing on the railed steps of the fire exit, looking down at a row of trash bins in a secluded back alley. The insistent press of the gun indicated that she take the stairs up.
After a few minutes of climbing the seemingly endless steps, Electra noticed that her captor was quiet. He didn't even seem to be paying much attention to her anymore but it was still too difficult to put up a fight with him now. She wasn't worried one bit, knowing that Spike was at the roof now, waiting. And she had kept their com open so he heard and was aware of everything. It was only a matter of time.
They reached the landing and were now walking towards the center of the building roof. Electra looked around her for a glimpse of Spike or the Swordfish II but she wasn't surprised when she didn't find either. Naturally, Spike would have hidden evidence of his presence so as not to alarm the enemy. She was counting so much on Spike's help that she couldn't hide her shock when Planchet suddenly said in a weird sing-song voice, "Come out, come out wherever you are."
She turned just in time to see Spike walk out from behind a pile of cartons. His face held no expression and he was holding his hands up as though in welcome. "Spike?" Electra asked questioningly, not understanding. And then from behind, following Spike, was another man, holding Spike's gun to its owner.
Damn was Electra's first coherent thought. Damn, damn, damn. They were so sure that they had the bounty. Who would have thought that the bastard would have his own backup? Damn, damn, damn, she cursed again mentally.
The man behind Spike was chuckling, a menacing expression on his face. Electra stared at him, noticing with some distaste that his face was filled with pockmarks. He was ugly and the contorted smile he wore made it worse. "Well," he said between chuckles, "I must say, dis is de most -- 'ow you say? -- entertaining day of my life!" His voice held the unmistakable trace of a French accent. "Two bountee 'unterz fooled by one man. Ha! Ha! Ha!"
His companion, the bald man snickered and said, "Yeah, I thought you'd find it amusing, Monsieur Planchet."
Electra took in a sharp breath. She looked at the man with the pockmarked face again. So this is the real Planchet? But the face that appeared on the bounty clearly belonged to the bald man beside her. Spike was staring at her, his eyes sharply boring into hers. He was still standing with his arms suspended in mid-air and his lips formed a thin line, indicating that he was just as displeased as her with how the situation turned out. Then one of his eyelids lowered. Good grief! Is he winking at me? Electra thought and then she saw that Spike was trying to tell her something. His eyes surreptitiously moved to the side and then he pinned her with a hard glare. The two men were still enjoying their own joke and did not notice the subtle communication between their two captives. With the tiniest of nods, Electra indicated to him that she understood.
Finally, the two men finished laughing and they got down to more serious matters. The bald man gestured towards Spike and Electra, asking, "So what should I do with these two, boss?"
Planchet glanced disinterestedly at the silent man and the woman. He appeared to ponder on it for a while. He grinned then, the menacing look taking over his countenance once more as an idea struck. "Just tie dem up and we'll leave dem 'ere," he said, adding, "Dey'll get der bountee soon enough. I'm quite certain, 'tis going to be simply...explosive!" And then, still chuckling, he pulled out a radio from his pocket and spoke something into it while his companion proceeded to do as ordered.
Electra felt herself being forced to sit on her rump, her back against Spike. "Well, not bad for a first date, huh?" She heard the bounty hunter speak to her, the mocking smirk back on his face. "Course, I would have picked a better venue...." Electra didn't reply and instead watched as the bald man walked some paces away, looking for a rope or a piece of cloth to tie them with. Planchet was still talking to the radio, gesturing a lot and keeping his gun pointed at them, and she caught snippets of his conversation but couldn't understand a word. He was speaking his mother tongue.
The bald man approached them, a piece of cloth in hand. Then he crouched down near them and prepared to tie their hands together. To do this, he had to place his gun on his lap.
A mistake.
"Now!" Spike shouted, springing up. Electra aimed a punch at the bald man's face, catching him just below his jaw and sending him sprawling hard on the ground. Spike was diving towards Planchet, arms outstretched and hands positioned like a claw, ready to grab the gun that was pointed at him. Before he could reach him though, the man fired, the bullet hitting Spike on the stomach. Time never stopped as Spike went headlong towards the man, throwing his weight against him. Both of them rolled around on the hard cement, wrestling with the gun. Electra quickly picked up the gun that the bald man dropped just as a strong gust of wind suddenly blew, whipping her hair about.
"Electra! Spike!" It was Jet.
Electra didn't even glance up to look at the ex-cop from behind the windshield of the Bebop as she shouted into her mouthpiece, "Jet! Spike's in trouble!"
Jet banked the Bebop to one side, trying to get a clear shot of the two men rolling around on the rooftop but it was useless. He spoke into his mouthpiece, "Electra, I can't get a clear shot!"
Electra watched helplessly as the two men rolled dangerously close to the edge of the roof. They were trying desperately to claim ownership of the gun and in their struggle, a fire was shot, followed quickly by another. She saw the look of desperation on Planchet's face and the iron determination on Spike's. But the loss of blood was taking its toll and Electra saw that he was weakening. "Spike!" She screamed, still pointing her gun at them even though she knew it was useless. If she fired a shot now, there was no guarantee that she wouldn't hit Spike. And if she tried to come between them, there was every chance that she would break Spike's concentration and hence, render him vulnerable. So she was left with no choice but to watch everything from the sidelines, gritting her teeth.
Finally, Spike was able to work a knee between him and Planchet and struck hard, hitting the opponent's groin. Planchet's grip slackened and Spike took this opportunity to inflict a quick chop on the man's left shoulder, rendering it numb. He grabbed the gun and rose on his knees panting and coughing up blood. His clothes were soaked red in the stomach. Planchet prepared to rise, seeing that the bounty hunter was wounded but then a shadow fell over him. He looked up to find Electra standing over him, dark gray eyes steady and gun pointed at him. "Move and I'll burn a hole through your head."
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