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Down the Rabbit Hole - Chapter Six

Monday, January 8, 2007

Mal and Simon on the run from the Feds. Not slash. This chapter: Are you ready for the Mal Reynolds School of Acting?

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“All right, let’s see what else we can find might be useful. Here, hold this up.” Mal handed Simon the engineer’s flashlight. “Red end,” he corrected, turning the light around before Simon could activate it. “Less reflective. Makes us less targety.”

He slid open a storage compartment in the hover’s console, and Simon moved the red beam close to reveal a dress jacket. Mal lifted it out and neatly caught a bottle that had been folded inside.

“Huh. Did have someplace to go after all,” he said quietly, examining the Core-grade whiskey. “Wish he’d a packed some water. Maybe a sandwich.”

Simon resolved to shut out Mal’s comments as the captain rummaged through the dead man’s belongings, but further inspection revealed nothing more than a deck of playing cards, a book, a few light sticks, and a year’s worth of official memos littering the bottom. Mal stuffed the finds back into the compartment and closed it. “You want to stand to the side, Doc. I’m gonna wave Zoe, don’t want hide nor hair of you onscreen.”

“You’re sending a wave? Isn’t that - won’t they trace it?”

“Possible. Risk we gotta take. Crew needs to know our departure requirements, and time ain’t on our side.” Mal glanced into the darkness around them, mouth pressed into a thin line. “Gotta wave ‘em now. Shut that light off and stand back.”

Simon backed well away from the screen as Mal activated the connection, then launched into a convincing performance of a man who had overindulged.

“Alleyne!” he greeted jovially, tempting Simon to lean around and see who had appeared on the screen. “Hey! I am havin’ myself a great time, but I gotta – hee – I gotta file a change in travel plans.”

“You’re wavin' me for this?” Simon was relieved to hear Zoe’s voice, laced with disapproval. “I ain’t runnin' a taxi service.”

“C’mon!” Mal wheedled, so convincingly that Simon smiled at the charade. “You know there’s whiskey in it

Comments
Monday, 08 January 2007 23:31
Mal's coded info was just brillant, and I love Zoe done right! Here she was perfect.

And just the right amount of snark from Simon, too.

:)
Tuesday, 09 January 2007 06:25
Oh...that ain't good. Ain't good at all:(

Still...mighty brillo acting work on Mal's (and your) part, homespun:D

BEB
Tuesday, 09 January 2007 07:20
Loved this, but uh oh, they are back in deep *goushi*, right in the middle of the very trouble they were trying to avoid. Can't wait for the next part and I loved the conversation between Zoe and Mal. Ha, drunk tank! Ali D :~)
You can't take the sky from me
Tuesday, 09 January 2007 13:19
Excellent work - I sooo love your dialog - it sounds like Joss wrote those words. What a story!
Tuesday, 09 January 2007 14:17
Fake drunk Mal and Zoe picking up on it without a blink (as I imagine it) are perfect! Excellent dialogue - and his friend Al. Clever clever.

But what a way to end it. I was just beginning to think this installment was over too soon, and then you go and do that to make it worse! Soooo evil!
Wednesday, 10 January 2007 15:27
Like I always say, leave 'em wantin' more...

Excellent dialogue, as always.


"No, son, you killed yourself. I just carried the bullet awhile."

Rob O.

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