Hey All

Honestly, I'm wondering if anyone remembers or gives a crap about my story. I'm the worlds worst procrastinator, and I doubt I have it in me to totally complete this story. It's pretty much done as it is, I just had to fill in a few holes. I just put in some bracketed paragraphs describing what I would have written.

The reason I'm posting the rest of my story incomplete is because I've been sitting on this for two years and I don't really want to let all that time and effort go to waste. So here's the rest of my magnum opus. Enjoy.

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Halfway across the ‘verse, Mal, Jayne and Shooter were walking into The Maidenhead. After dropping off the trio on Osiris yesterday, Mal and the crew had gone off to pick up the next shipment of liquidated resources from the docks on Persephone. It was a large order that had to be brought to the drop off point Fanty and Mingo had specified almost immediately, but even with his crew down by two people, they were able to make the drop as smooth as possible.

But despite Mal getting his wish of things going smoothly, he couldn’t help but hope for some unexpected catastrophe. Every job they had had since Blue Tuesday had been legal, simple and plentiful. And while at first he appreciated the sudden reversal of fortune, lately he had started to feel restless. He was praying for something, anything, to happen. But he put his boredom aside, alongside his firearm that he hadn’t fired in five months in the revolving cases and headed down into the bar with Jayne and Shooter flanking his left and right, as Wash and Zoe went to one of the upstairs rooms for some alone time.

The three of them headed over to the corner table where their twin employers were waiting for them. Unceremoniously, the three of them took their seats and looked over to the pair as they finished their drinks.

“Who’s the new member?” Mingo asked inquisitively.

“Impartial witness.” Shooter replied. He pinched one of the joints of his glasses to bring the pair further u