"I got it!" Sterling called out, everyone else looking up at him, Wren coming from the front. Emma had opened a safe to find a small treasury, and the two younger found people ready to be sold off to slavers or bawds locked in one of the sea trains.

"Where?" Fiyero turned as the women and children fled, he and River had told them to run and never look back nor speak of their goodwill.

"Well I coodun't find records, but 'ere in the videeo feed." He pointed to one of the cargo bay ship camera's he had zoomed in on some crates, the labels stating they were pharmaceuticals.

"The Mercurian Wind." River looked to another feed, and pressed her finger to the glass. "There. Aught-Two Firefly. Eavesdown Docks" Sheathing her weapon, she turned around and jogged off towards the entrance.

"You heard the lady." Fiyero followed as the others filed in behind.

Sterling caught a glimpse at the safe and scuttled over. "Well now." He crouched and grabbed a few few bags of platinum coins. Looking around to make sure no one was looking, he tucked them in his jacket.

He was a pirate after all.

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Inara's heart raced as she walked into the restaurant with Badger.

The anticipation was mind wracking as she made her way with Badger towards the velvet drapes. Gershwin's Prelude in C# Minor was playing beyond the curtain, and what made it even worse was her escort's smile and his blind assumption everything was alright.

Badger pulled back the curtain. "Afta you Miss. Serra." He followed closely, yet froze in his steps.

Virgil East and Malcolm Reynolds were sitting at their table. East had his boots propped up on the table, sifter of cognac in his hand as a partially smoked cigar rested in an ashtray next to the plate of eaten food. Reynolds sat there, his plate clean as well with a half drank glass nearby, smiling like a cheshire. Scattered on the floor were his lifeless waiters, pianist and bartender, the smell of death was beginning to linger off of their cold, grey skin.

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