Almost to the end.....

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“This here’s a stick up!” Jayne barked as they all fanned into the bank, guns drawn. Zoe and Ru shot out the cameras while Jayne took out a man who whipped his pistol.

“Now listen up!” Mal hollered. “Best for all of ya if you count the stitches in your shoes. You look up and play hero we ain’t the type to be merciful.” He lied as he approached the teller. “Good afternoon, I’m lookin for a safety deposit box owned by a Mr. Jackson Roads.” He spoke quickly as his crew prowled around to make sure no one acted out. “You open up that box and give us the goods and we’ll be on our way. Easy as pie, no one gets hurt, won’t see my ugly mug ever again. Shiny?”

“No.”

The captain pulled back, furrowed his brows and gave the fat man a confused face. “Huh?”

“Sheriff’ll be here soon and I ain’t afraid of dyin.” He mumbled bravely. “I’ll be seein’ the pearly gates for standin up to you while you’ll be in hell gettin yours.”

Malcolm Reynolds rolled his eyes. “Lao-tian-ye... Why are you religious folk so optimistic?” Lemme tell you a secret…” With one swift move he knocked the man out with his gun. “We got ourselves a hitch in this plan.” He said while turning around to his team.

“What now?” Zoe asked what was on everyone’s mind.

“Jethro here’s a bible man, wouldn’t give me the box.”

“So you knocked him out?” Jayne huffed.

Malcolm squinted his eyes as if he was thinking it over before dryly responding. “Yes… appears to have gone that way.”

“We could have tortured him!” He exclaimed in agitation.

“Sorry, we’re gonna have to figure out another way.”

"Mal!

"I ain't gonna torture 'im!" He raised his voice sternly, making Jayne's face sour. "Now, got ta git that box."

“Manually go through all of them?!” His second in command thought out loud. “Sir that’ll take forever and who knows how many keys are in those boxes. We need one specific key.”

“Let’s take ‘em all.” Jayne replied.

"Like that's a better plan?"

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