Forward: Cowboy Bebop is the property of Sunrise entertainment. The second half of this crossover is property of Warner Brothers. You'll find out what in future chapters.

A/N: The time frame of this story is several months after the events in The Most Dangerous Game

Chapter 1: Introduction

Somewhere on Mars

As the sun started to go down shops began to open in preparation for the nightlife, while others were closing down for the night. An elderly gentleman who owned a small shop was just starting to close the doors for the night when a foot braced it open.

"I'm sorry but we are closed." The old man said. When he looked up and saw who was holding open the door he forgot about and stepped back in horror. Standing there were two men dressed in blue suits and hats, one with blond hair, one with red hair. Despite the time of day both had on sunglasses and carried an air of intimidation.

"Sorry gramps but it's not quite closing time yet." The blond haired one said as they pushed their way in. The shopkeeper backed up and Blond cornered him. The red haired one started knocking items onto the floor and overturning shelves. "I thought we had an agreement here gramps." Blond said, ignoring the noise his partner was making trashing the place. "You pay the Blue Snakes twenty percent of your profits and you'll be protected. Now here it is time to pay your bills and we haven't seen one Woolong from you. Now if you think you can protect this place without us …. "

"Business has been bad." The shop owner interrupted. "I've barely made enough to make ends meet. Please give me another week I swear I'll have the money for you by then." He pleaded. Blond laughed in his face.

"Well lookie what we've got here." He called to Red, who was finished ransacking the place. "The old man here is trying to lay a sob story on us." Red laughed at the statement. "Problem is, the boss expects people to live up to their obligations." He pulled a handgun from out of his suit pocket. He then took out a silencer and started to screw it on.

"Please!" The shop owner begged. "Just give me some more time!!" Blond didn't respond and raised his gun. The shop owner watched, unable to close his eyes. A sadistic grin spread across Blond's face and he quickly turned and shot out the shop's main display window. He then shot the cash register and all the security cameras.

"Listen up old man." Blond said after he finished his shooting spree and put his gun back, minus the silencer. "The boss is willing to forgive this little oversight and he will give you more time to get the money." The shop owner brightened up at this statement but Blond got that grin again. "You have three days to come up with twice the money you owe now. You don't, you're going to end up in so many pieces they won't be able to find enough of you to bury in a barf bag." The shop owner turned sheet white and began shaking. "Nice to see we have an understanding." He turned and motioned to his accomplice. "We should give this man time to think about how he's going to get us the money, or to get his affairs in order." They left the shop laughing. Behind them the shop owner began to sob.

"So do you think the old codger will have the dough in time?" Red asked. Blond shrugged.

"He'll find some way. They always do. And if he doesn't." He grinned and made as slashing motion across this throat with his thumb. On a street corner outside the shop a large man in a trench coat stood smoking a cigarette. He had brown hair and very alert blue eyes. When the two Blue Snakes came out he causally tossed his cigarette aside and started to follow them. The man made no efforts to disguise himself and after about half a block the two thugs noticed heavy footsteps behind them and glanced back. The man made no move to hide the fact he was following them, and continued as if they had never spotted him.

"What do you think?" Red whispered.

"Probably some mugger thinking we're easy hits. Let's show him who he's messing with." Red nodded and both turned into an alleyway and waited just around the corner. When the man entered the alley Blond stuck his gun under the man's chin. "Not smart to follow people down dark alleys." He laughed. "Now why were you following us?"

"You are members of the Blue Snakes syndicate." The man said in a strange accent. "I am looking for the one known as Alex Vega and you will take me to him." Even though he was bigger then either of them both thugs started laughing.

"Will you get a load of this guy!!" Blond exclaimed. "Expects to see the boss just because he wants to. Sorry man but nobody sees the boss without his say so."

"You will take me to him now." The man said flatly. Blond started and backed up.

"You're going to get what you deserve asshole!" He exclaimed and lined up his gun with the man's forehead. With speed not expected from one as big as he was the man grabbed Blond's wrist and twisted. Blond yelled in pain and with his free hand the man took the gun. Red had begun to reach for his own gun when the man turned and fired one shot. A small hole appeared in Red's forehead and he crumpled to the ground. The man twisted Blond's wrist further, almost breaking it.

"You will show me where Alex Vega is." He said, letting go of Blond's wrist and pointed the gun right between his eyes. "Or you get what you deserve." Blond looked from the muzzle of the gun to the man's face and could tell he meant it.

"All right." He agreed. [They'll just take care of you once you get there.] He thought to himself. The man nodded and put the gun in one of the trench coat's pockets, still pointing it at Blond.

"If you try to run I shoot you. If you try to signal for help I shoot you. Is that understood?"

"Yeah, sure pal whatever you say." Blond said, holding up his arms. The man gestured with the concealed gun.

"Move." He ordered. Blond shrugged and started walking. The man followed at a few steps behind, far enough away to keep suspicion to a minimal but still close enough to not be able to miss with the gun.

"You do know that Mr. Vega is not going to like this?" Blond asked.

"What he likes is none of my concern." The man replied. Blond decided to try another tactic.

"You do know that his body guards are going to kill you right?" He asked, trying for intimidation.

"You ask too many questions." Came the reply. Blond just shrugged his shoulders.

"Your funeral pal." Blond led them to a three-story building with two more men in blue suits guarding the doors. Stopping several yards away from it the man took Blond's gun out without him seeing it. "There you go pal one guaranteed ticket to the graveyard. Now if you're through with me…. " He turned and saw the man pointing the gun at him.

"Yes. Your usefulness has come to an end." He fired the gun, nailing Blond between the eyes. Alerted by the gunfire the door guards turned to see what had happened and saw a large man sprinting towards them and a dead man behind him. They went for their guns but the man was faster, pumping several rounds into both of them. With the handgun empty the man dropped it and took out twin Uzi's from shoulder holsters hidden beneath his trench coat. Bursting through the door he saw several more guards rushing towards the source of the gunfire. He fired both Uzi's and sprayed the area with lead, killing all the men rushing him. The area temporally cleared of enemies he ejected the clips from both his weapons and loaded in fresh ones. Walking forward he found one man still alive, clutching at his wounds. "Alex Vega, where is he?"

"Third floor, just let me live!!" The wounded guard pleaded. The man said nothing and walked towards the elevators. When the bodyguard tried to crawl towards a fallen weapon the man spun around and fired a three round burst into his chest. The bodyguard let out a gurgling sound and then collapsed. The man had a choice of two elevators. On the third floor the last ten of Vega's bodyguards waited. Five at each elevator, ready to fire into either one. When the one on the right dinged and began to move those five took aim. When the elevator reached he third floor the five fired their weapons through the doors until they clicked empty. When the elevator doors opened they saw a lot of bullet holes but the car was empty. The left one dinged and began to move. The five at the left readied their weapons and the five on the right reloaded and rushed over to meet the intruder with full force. In the car that had been shot up the escape hatch on the top opened and the man jumped down through it. He stepped out of the car and turned towards the bodyguards, all staring at the other elevator, waiting. One noticed and began to yell a warning but the man opened up with his Uzi's, completely decimating the group. His path now unimpeded he walked towards a door with the name Alex Vega on the front of it. Not expecting it be open the man kicked the door, which dented but did not yield. Reaching into his trench coat he took out a grenade, pulled the pin and dropped it at the base of the door. The explosion blew the door off its hinges and across the room. Stepping through the still smoking frame the man scanned the office. On the right side sitting at a desk was a bald man in a very expensive suit sitting behind a desk.

"You could have knocked." Vega said, seemingly unafraid of the heavily armed stranger that had just killed all of his bodyguards and blown his way into the office. "To whom do I have the honor of meeting?"

"I represent the Red Dragons." The man answered. "You have chosen to involve yourself in business that does not concern you. For that you are to be punished."

"What?" Vega said, playing innocent. "There hasn't been any sign of he Red Dragons in that section for months. I started extorting the area because the Dragons didn't. You can't fault me for taking a business opportunity can you?"

"You operated in an area that was not of your clan. There is no forgiving such an offence." The man replied flatly. Vega shrugged.

"Then I guess I have no choice." He said seeming to give in. His hand went under his desk and he pulled out a small pistol and was able to fire two shots. Both hit the man in the chest but he gave only the slightest flinch before firing one bullet that hit Vega in the shoulder, making him drop the gun. Vega looked at the man then back at the gun, trying to figure the odds of him reaching it before he would be shot. The man wasn't going to give him the chance.

"Don't." He warned and motioned with one of his guns to move away from the desk, which Vega followed. Letting one gun clatter to the ground he used his now free hand to bring out a small device from his coat and flicked a switch on it. "Go ahead." He spoke into it and placed it on the desk.

"Alex Vega." A voice said from the device. "I trust you have met with our messenger." Vega remained silent, thinking it was just a recording from the Red Dragon elders.

"Answer him." The man ordered. Vega cleared his throat.

"He's here."

"And did you manage to injure him in anyway?" The voice asked. Vega looked suspiciously at the man.

"I put two slugs into him but he didn't even feel it. Why?" Clapping could be heard over the speaker.

"Excellent. Agent? Have you been wounded?"

"No sir." The man answered. "The armor's integrity has held."

"Well done. The prototype has passed its first test. After the armor has been more thoroughly tested many more like it shall be produced."

"Wait a minute!!" Vega blurted. "You mean this was just a way to see if some fancy bulletproof vest works!?!?!"

"Partly." The voice answered. "This was an opportune time to test it but the reason you are to die is for your impertinence. Agent! Proceed as ordered." The man took out a small block of gray matter that had several wires in it as well as a keypad on it. The man pressed several buttons and a red light began to flash accompanied by a loud beeping sound. The man threw it across the office. "You now have five minutes to evacuate before the building is leveled. But we will give you a sporting chance. Proceed."

"Turn around." The man ordered. Vega complied.

"So I don't see which way you go right? Fine by me pal just …." He was cut off by a gunshot and a searing pain in his back. He fell to the floor, unable to move his legs. He tired to crawl but his wounded arm refused to work. "YOU BASTARD!!!" He shouted to the man as he dropped his remaining weapon and ran out of the room.

"If you hurry you might be able to make it to the bomb and figure out a way to stop it." The voice said. "If you don't you have the honor of being the first to die with the knowledge that the Dragon's claws will soon crush all enemies in the solar system." The device went silent. Slowly and painfully Vega dragged himself towards the bomb. The beeping became faster as he got closer. He could make out the numbers now. They were at ten. With one last gasp of energy his hand made contact with the bomb just as the countdown reached zero.

The man sprinted down the stairs and was met by police on their way up. Taking out an authentic looking badge he flashed it and started talking.

"Detective Smith, Mars PD. There's a bomb up on the third floor set to go off at any minute. I need this building evacuated immediately." Not pausing to ask questions the cops turned and went back down, yelling for everyone to get out. They all ran through the lobby and out of the building. The man kept running and did not look back. The other cops started to call out to him just as the building exploded in a ball of flame and with a thunderous roar. The mystery detective was forgotten as they rushed to deal with the destruction and the aftermath. Meanwhile the mysterious Red Dragon operative disappeared into the night.