He stood at the door to the bridge, staring over their shoulder at the screen. Mal was hunched over River’s shoulder, speaking to the individual across the black.

“Captain Reynolds I have no time for games. You have something I want, and I’m ready to fire on you for it. The profit I’ll incur will not differ if it’s picked up from floating in the black.”

“Now, mister, we already dropped that Knife off with someone on Deishang, so there ain’t no reason for you to be shootin my ship or threatenin to harm any of my crew.”

The man on the screen laughed.

“I’m not talkin’ about a knife captain. I’m talking about someone you’ve got aboard your boat.”

Mal’s eyes jumped to River, then Simon, and finally Bo. Their eyes met and Bo nodded. Mal shook his head, but at a sterner look turned back to the console.

“A person you say? Mind tellin’ me who so I ain’t got to bother with sortin’ it out?”

“Bo! Quit making me deal with this moron. I know you’re there listening. Come on up and talk with your old friend.”

Bo stepped between Mal and River. He stared down at Chung’s grinning face.

“How you doin’ Cap’n? Been a good while han’t it Bo?” Chung asked.

“I’ve been good Chung. What’s this you’re talkin’ about, profit off me?” Bo asked.

Chung laughed as the image flickered on the screen. It showed Bo’s face over a wanted sign. Below that was a list of charges that was no where near accurate. Bo shook his head.

'Let them board,' He thought to Mal.

Mal blinked then looked around. His eyes came back to rest on Bo. They hardened quickly and Bo heard his thought.

'Not in a million years. No gorram way son.'

'Mal, you don't know Chung. He will fire on your ship with no remorse or thought other than the fact he's getting paid. Now if you want to keep your crew safe, you'll let him dock and take me.'

Silence filled the bridge for longer than any one felt comfortable with.

"Well? We gonna pull over or not?" Jayne asked, shattering the silence.

"You're ape asks a good question captain. Are you going to allow