Five Men, Four Women and a

Bundle of Joy

“Zoe, we need food, and supplies…Wash, get together with Kaylee and see what parts we need, I’m going into town, with Jayne, for the meet. We should be back by noon.”

Everybody goes on and does their jobs, and Mal and Jayne head towards the meeting point. They are on Boros, and they’re meeting a new client to transport some weaponry. They were in dire need for money, and this would surely keep them more rich and prosperous for a few months.

Mal didn’t want them to know that they were needy right now. Their money was slowly dwindling down, with jobs as scarce as they were now. The Alliance was seeing to that. But Mal knew he could take care of it.

“So what kind of job is it?” Jayne asked while they were walking to the drop.

“Not rightly sure, I know it’s weaponry of some sort, but not sure which. Must be something needed if they’re willing to pay us that much.”

“Shiny,” a wicked looking grin comes across Jayne’s face.

They come up on a building. It’s run-down, dirty, and ain’t had a fresh coat of paint on it in a hundred years. They share a look at each other, and Mal knocks. A young twenty-ish looking gentleman opens the door.

“Hi there, you must be Captain Malcolm Reynolds…I’m Jonah.” He looks behind them to make sure no one’s looking. “Please…come in.”

Mal nods at him, and they both are ushered into a room that is in a basement of sorts. They are left alone, and an older gentleman, in his forties, comes in.

“Capitan Reynolds, I presume,” he says in a thick Italian accent, then looks at Jayne and raises an eyebrow.

“Yes sir, and this is Jayne. We heard tell you had some…stuff…to get rid of.” He looks into the older mans eyes. “We can help you with that problem, Mr. Fratelli.”

“Yes, yes, I believe you can. Lets sit down and discuss the particulars.”

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Later in the day, they get the cargo stowed on board. Turns out, it’s a bunch of retrofitted Sonic Rifles. About five thousand to be precise