Life is but a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

Before We Go

"You think or you know?"

"I know. An old dog still knows her way around."

You and Spike crept into a small alleyway full of boxes and trash. It reeked of the materials that were thrown away, only a little illumination was shining through from the street lights. You looked out in front of you, noticing that familiar car in front of you.

The way the car was cruising, it was almost like it wanted you and Spike to catch up to it. You had to admit, having this place close to each other wasn't that smart, but knowing the law in town, you really felt like they weren't too concerned about it. You really hope that you weren't falling into a trap.

You walked on the tip of your feet, the small pap of your feet could be heard against puddles and pieces of trash. But from where you were, you doubt that he could've heard the creeping investigators on his back. From the outside, it looked like a warehouse, in the middle of nowhere. Brown, rusted. Broken down. The doors looked ragged. It looked like it had no business holding what you think it had. You remembered this place very clearly.

There he is." You barely whispered, your lips just mouthing the words.

"Ah, you gotta be shitting me." An old soldier, the one you always hated. Annoying, creepy, didn't know anything about personal space.

"You know him?" Spike eyed the way how the man moved around, sniffing and grunting as he turned the car off. He twisted his face in disgust as he heard him spitting out his dip onto the ground.

"Everett. One of Jo's cronies." You mumbled. "Perv."

All the buildings surrounding were closed, no lights in their windows or the streets. Without a doubt, the syndicate bought them all out. Not suspicious at all.

You looked at the man as he stepped out and swung the door open, the door closing behind him with a loud ca-thunk.

"We're going to wait this out." You said, turning to Spike. "I still know how to get in."

"Its been a while since you've been here, are you sure you do?" He asked. "For all we know, this place could be surrounded by traps. We could be in one as we speak."

"I thought the same thing. But how could they know, Spike?" You said, putting your hand on his chest, your brows furrowed. He put his hand over yours and kept it there, looking at the hangar and back at you.

He sighed. "If he is not out in the next hour, we are gone. Understand?"

You nodded, your eyes searching your surroundings. It didn't take long at all, to your delight. To get this done, and for you and Spike to be on their merry ways to Lou's and back to the Bebop. The door opened once more, and the man stepped out. He grunted, stuffing his keys back into his pocket and climbing into the car. Now it was time to get all of this over with.

"Good, I thought he was never going to leave." Spike mumbled sarcastically, looking around the corner as the car drove away.

You purse your lips and made the first move, creeping into the shadows and towards the entrance of the warehouse. Your hands, thimble and quick, began to work on the lock. Spike swiveled on your back, hand on holster.

"For something so secretive, this is a flimsy lock." You stated.

"Shouldn't it be open by now?" Spike said lowly again, looking over his shoulder at you. "Aren't you an expert?"

"Working on it. You need to give me a second."

"We don't have any, (Y/N)." He mumbled, his eyes darting around.