Jayne Takes Leave

Disclaimer: You know the drill, this is all the Joss man's stuff, he owns it, not me, im just borrowing it

Critique: Be kind, i dont write often and my gramma, spelling, punctuation all suck.

Jayne shifted his pack to his left shoulder, grunting as the concealed grenades stabbed him in the kidneys. This was a first, he was sent on his own to make contact and ‘seal the deal’. He scanned the crowd eagerly, hoping to spot the contact before Mal called him, “Alright Jayne, this is how it goes down, there’s a suit down here, he’s your contact”

“Gorram it Mal, you have to tell me when your gonna say something before you say something” Jayne growled.

“Right, well walk up to him and ask what time it is”

“4.15”

“What?”

“It’s 4.15”

“What?”

“You said to ask what time it is, but I have a watch”

“It’s a code; you go up to him and say, I’m looking for the time”

“Oh…What?”

“Just go up to the man and say, you know what, forget it, just go up to him and tell him I sent you”

“Hrh, fine” Jayne lowered the flaps on the side of his hat and kept his head down as he made his was through the crowd towards the nervous looking man near the platform three sign. “Mal sent me” he grunted to the man, “Mal, err, what Mal? I know no Mal” he stammered nervously. “Mal, this guy says he doesn’t know you”

“Is he a pasty man, balding, sweaty and fat?”

Jayne looked him up and down and grunted, “Yeah, but he looks like he’s ready to shit himself”

“That’s him; make sure he doesn’t run off”

“Fine” Jayne grinned, he clamped a large hand on the man’s shoulder and gripped it tightly as he tried to run. “Mal says to make sure you don’t run off, so sit up and shut down” Jayne growled to him. “D-d-don’t you mean Sit down, shut up” the man squeaked, peering up at Jayne. Jayne brought his face so close that their noses brushed, “you correctin’ me?”

“N-n-no sir, never” he squeaked, closing his eyes tightly as Jayne pressed his forehead to his, “Cause I hate bein’ correctin”.

He dropped the man when he saw Mal approaching