Cowgirl Chapter 2

Chapter 2

-Serva's POV

"Damn this place is fithy."

I plopped down on the couch.

"Well look who took her sweet time!"

I looked up at Spike and smirked. "Hey asshole, how you doing?"

"Oh shut up." He muttered and jumped over the bars. "How'd you get on here anyway?"

"Your ship. Have to say it's pretty nice. Got a smooth fly."

He blinked as this sank in. "How'd you get my ship?"

"Jet."

"...Some one will die today..."

"Heh." I stretched out. "Well if those crooks hadn't fucked up mine so bad I would've been able to fly it."

"What ever." He sat in the chair across from me. "Why'd you have that bounty on you anyway?'

"I'm an old imformat for the ISSP. They figured if I continued to get tips I'd end up turning against them."

"Eh? Why'd they think that?"

" 'Cause I'm a woman."

"That doesn't make sense."

"I know, but they didn't want me to stay out on the streets while I continue to get tips."

"What we talking 'bout?"

I looked up at Jet. "Why I had a bounty on my head."

The man walked down the stairs as I sat up. "Okay. So how'd you manage to get out so fast?"

I smirked as the woman and a little redhaired kid walked into the room, followed by a little corgi. "I'm dead as far as the cops know."

"Supposedly killed yourself?"

"Yep."

"SO Serva."

I turned back to Spike. "Hm?"

He leaned forward. "What were you getting tips on?"

"Bounty heads."

All three of the adults were suddenly tensed, staring me down. I leaned back.

"What?"
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-Spike's POV

"Spike this could really help us out!"

"You know for once I agree with Faye. Spike we need to keep her around, especially since she's still receving tips."

I sighed. Figured they wouldn't agree with me anyway. "I don't care, besides if the ISSP finds out she's still alive we'll be in serious trouble!"

"So why don't we get Ed to hack the ISSP's servers and erase all fie and mentions of her?"

"Too risky. Besides just having her aboard is dangerous enough!"

"You know he has a point Jet. But I still think we should keep her around."

"Or you guys could take me home and I could keep you filled in by calling in tips when ever I get them."

The three of us looked up to see Serva leaning on the rail above us, wearing MY jacket.

"Hey that's my jacket!"

"So? I got cold!" She smirked and jumped over the rail.

I felt my eyebrow twitch as I muttered. "So what? You can freeze for all I care."

"I highly doubt that Spikey-boy. So about my plan?"

"No, not gonna happen."

She frowned. "And why not?"

Jet sighed and sat down on the couch. "Too dangerous. If the ISSP find out you're alive your home is the first place they'd look."

Faye sat down next to him and crossed her legs. "We could get Ed to create you a new ID so you can still go on living your life as normal."

I sighed and sat down in the chair opposite them. "Then she can get off this ship."

Serva rolled her eyes. "Did I ever tell you my father's fithy rich?"

All three of us looked at each other.

'Fithy rich....' "So why couldn't you have gotten your ship fixed yourself?"

"He cut me off. Said he'd rewrite his will to leave everything to me if I actually got a boyfriend and decided to settle down."

'A boyfriend eh.... Money, or embarrassment... Money wins, of course.' "So what if we could get your dad to rewrite?"

She sighed. "I'd pay Jet for fixing my ship, give you enough money for a years worth of repairs to the Bebop, money for food, and money for anything else you need."

I looked over at Jet. "That's alot of money..."

"I know..."

She smiled. "So you can help?"

I stood up. "Take me to your father and you'll get your money back."
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"Ed hopes you know what you're doing Spike!"

"I know. But hey, Ed do you know why it took Serva so long to get ready to get ready?"

"Ed doesn't know but Serva smelled funny when she walked by and she had a hood on!"

"A hood eh? ALright Ed, we're getting close to her pl--"

"Spike?"

"Ed.... Who is Serva's father?"

"Ed doesn't know, why do you ask?"

"Because, this is Vicious' house!"