Jason was just getting ready for bed when he heard a knock on his cabin hatch. "Jay, you down there, we got a wave," asked Rick's voice.

"Just a minute," Jason pulled on an old shirt, and climbed up the ladder. As he came into the kitchen, he turned toward the cockpit, but Rick caught his arm.

"It's Anastasia. She's, well, somethin’ don’t seem quite right." Jason regarded his friend’s funny expression, not quite sure what he could be talking about. They had dealt with the lady mobster before. He was doubtful he would find anything surprising about that woman at this point.

When Jason got to the cockpit, he found Anastasia's face already visible on the Cortex link. She seemed a bit more impatient than Jason had come to expect of her. Otherwise, he noticed little out of the ordinary about her. Seeing him finally appear on screen, she leaned back in her seat. That’s when Jason realized she was no longer wearing one of her usual luxurious fur coats, but something equally familiar.

"Jason, es good to finally reach you. I av very important job that I think you may be able to do." Suddenly the picture shook and the image became fuzzy for a moment before returning. From the way Anastasia swayed back and forth, the disturbance had clearly been on her end. Anastasia looked away as someone off screen addressed her. As she turned, Jason could see that she was not in her office back on Londinium, but appeared to be on a ship of some sort.

"Jason, I do not ave much time. You must go to these coordinates I will provide, meet a man amed Malcolm Reynolds. His ship is Serenity."

"Commander, they've locked onto our signal. You have to cut the transmission now," spoke a voice from off screen.

"Goodbye, Jason, and good luck."

Jason was speechless as the transmission cut out. Anastasia was about the last person in the ‘Verse he had expected to see wearing a Browncoat.

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It had been two days since the mysterious wave form Anastasia. Every time