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"Pistol and Saint are two of the most dangerous mercenaries in the 'verse. It ain't the wisest course of action to go lookin' for 'em," the woman in red said as she eyed the young man.

"That's for sure," the man with suspenders said. "No tellin' whether they're hired against you, if'n you can find them at all." He looked at the young man consideringly. "How much do you know about those two, anyhow?"

"Not much. Only that they're the best, and that they tend to travel in Fireflies. I know your ship is a Firefly, so I thought..." He looked uncertain for a moment, and then finished in a rush. "I thought you could help me find them."

The big man and the young woman who were sitting farthest away from the wall shared a look, and then she moved over to sit in the bench beside him. "Settle down a while," he said, gesturing towards where she'd been sitting. "We'll spin ya a yarn or two."

"If you can't help me, then just say so."

"We didn't say we couldn't help you. Didn't say we could, neither. We just said we'd tell you about 'em."

"If you're planning an undertaking like hiring the Pistol and the Saint, or anyone in their line of work," the clean-cut man said, "you'd better know what you're getting into." Anyone could see the experience in his expression as he said those words and the sympathy of the pregnant woman as she took his hand. The young man sat down.

"There ain't a lot folk know for sure. The Pistol is the woman, the Saint is the man, and they ain't romantically involved. With anybody. That's the extent of it. Can't even say for sure where they came from: heaven, hell, Shadow, heck, maybe even Sihnon." The big man took a drink of his (presumably alcoholic) beverage before continuing. "Pistol and Saint came on the scene together without any warning. Nobody's sure why, but it weren't that long after the Miranda broadcast."

"I heard about that. It was a hoax-"

"It most certainly wasn't," the beautiful woman in go