Chapter 3 can be found here:

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Grant had gone to make sure the ship was fully prepared, taking Mal and everyone else's things with him. He had two armed men at his side, both of whom looked fairly dangerous, despite the fact that he seemed to trust them. Knowing Grant, they were probably in trouble with the law for whatever reason and he had offered them temporary jobs as lackeys. The two men loaded their lightly-packed bags on a floating dolly and lugged it along with them as they set out to stock up the ship. Mal made a move to follow, but Grant stopped him.

"If you don't mind, Mal, I'd like you all to wait here until Kent arrives. Then we can take all of you on board at once."

"Oh, uh. Sure," he said sheepishly. Inara snorted into her arm at Mal's impulsiveness.

Kent had taken his crew back to their quarters to quickly finish packing up. That left Mal with his own crew, waiting around restlessly in the empty corridor as Grant disappeared after his men. After a few moments of bored silence, Mal suddenly remembered what he had wanted to say to Jayne earlier.

He gave Jayne a good whack at the back of his neck that echoed down the hall.

"Ow! Ta ma de, if someone else ruttin' hits me today I swear I'll - "

"What's with you lookin' at their doc like that?" Mal accused, referring to his earlier gawking at the dinner table. "You leave her alone, you hear? We don't need her cryin' sexual harassment the whole trip. This job’s going to take a couple days, and I'd rather it be with a minimal amount of unfortunate happenings, dong ma?"

"Aw, Mal, I can't help that she's so dang hot. If she asked me to kill you right now, I'd do it," Jayne said dreamily. “Don’t even need to pay me. In gold.”

"You - what? Jayne, you keep those flushin' feelings to yourself. That's an order," Mal said sternly.

"Speakin' 'bout bein' too friendly with the girl-doc..." Kaylee muttered, so that no one but Inara could hear he