CHAPTER 5

Wash waved port control on Newhall yet again, no longer expecting an answer. For a world with such strict policies and demands for having papers and ground clearance, it surprised him that no one had noticed them land. They were probably rejoicing over the food delivery. He wondered if anyone at Newhall would notice them take off. He’d seen the anti-aircraft satellites coming in, but they seemed unconcerned with his landing. He sent the wave again and reclined in his chair. His dinosaurs had been stolen and all that remained on the console was one forlorn looking palm tree. Finally, the comm crackled in response.

“Firefly vessel, what is your purpose?” a woman with a thick Chinese accent cackled. Wash briefly wondered if the comm had been damaged and made a note to tell Kaylee.

“We’re seeking clearance for takeoff,” Wash answered.

“You are not cleared for landing.”

Could they not understand him? Was the transmitter failing as well?

“I’ve already landed; I’m looking to take off.” He spoke slowly and clearly. When there was no response, he tried again in Chinese.

“What is your business here?” the comm crackled.

“We’re looking for food.” It sounded more like a question when he said it, but seeing as they had decided against the charity handout and opted for thievery, he wasn’t sure how to respond.

“You are not permitted to land.”

Wash picked up the palm tree and threw it at the com. “I just want to take off!” he yelled. This was hopeless. He clicked on the sensors and began low-level scans for anti-aircraft, now assured that take-off would not be as smooth as landing.

At that moment, Zoë came bounding onto the bridge. “Problem, baby?”

Wash sighed loudly. “Of course not. Just trying to get a beat on the anti-aircraft so we can make a smooth getaway.”

“I thought we were gonna make a smooth getaway by getting clearance.”

“Should be easy right?” Wash answered, annoyance lacing his voice. Zoë put a hand on his shoulder, a move that always made the world’s problems fade. With a singl