Disclaimer: Joss is GOD!

A/N: Two in one day, how fortunate for you. Now I have to go write the rest of the damn story so it could be awhile before the next post... Yes, I know. Stop crying. I know how broken you must be.

Enjoy.

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Chapter 5

He was in the most peaceful place in his world. Blissfully unconscious and contentedly snoozing. Not too many moments like this when you live the life he did. But right now, he didn’t have a care in the world.

“Tien!”

Which was probably why he was pulled from it.

Blake jumped and blinked around the room and found Mare staring down at him. “What,” asked quickly.

“Get up!” she old him and took his arm trying to pull him from his comfy chair.

He didn’t budge. “What do you want?”

“Collin and his men are here,” she said, still trying with all her strength to get him up.

Blake sighed and patted her hand away. As she stumbled back, he pulled the lever on the side of the chair, retracting the foot rest and sitting him up.

He rubbed his sleepy face and picked up his gun belt. He took a moment as he strapped on the belt to put his game face on. Hardening his features into an impenetrable mask.

“Where’s Lamen?” he turned to Mare.

“He’s out with them,” she told him.

He nodded. “Let ‘em in.”

Mare nodded and headed over to the heavy wooden door. She shifted the large iron locks and the door creaked open.

Collin was an average looking man. It was good. It helped him blend in. With his short brown hair and dull brown eyes, top it all off with crappy fashion sense he was hardly ever noticed. For that reason, the Marshals had seen fit that he would be one of the first they would take from. They didn’t think anyone would miss him. And they were right. Blake had busted him out after a hit on the station a month ago. He’d been rallying people and helping him ever since.

Collin entered with six men following. One of which Blake recognized instantly.

“Great,” he muttered and then sighed. “What the hell a