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Malcolm Reynolds sat in front of Badger The weaselly little hun dan was trying to cheat them, as usual.

"All I'm saying is," Badger reasoned, "'t'would be better for me if I has some kind of collateral. A reasonable businessman such as meself doesn't let cargo this valuable go without an insurance policy."

Mal smiled innocently, belying the danger in his eyes, "So, being the reasonable businessman you are, you expect us to carry your cargo... to Whitefall no less, and pay you for the opportunity."

Badger grinned. "A penny for the brilliant Captain Reynolds."

Mal shook his head. "What's wrong with simply receiving your cut in your account, same time as we get paid? 'Cause I see a big problem with the deal you're offerin' us."

"What sort of problem?"

"Hell, I shouldn't have to answer that. But hey, just to be nice, I'll have Jayne answer your question. Jayne? Why don't you explain to this fancy businessman why we won't accept his offer?"

Jayne grunted, "Simple 'nuf. We're the only crew that's Reaver-shit-crazy enough ta take on Alliance branded cargo on purpose, and deliver it to a woman that tried ta shoot the Cap twice. Yeah, we're desperate enough ta take the job, but not enough ta pay you for it in advance."

Mal turned back to Badger, putting on his most sarcastic grin. "As my ever intelligent and poetical merc so eloquently put it: simple 'nuf."

Mal got up, and Zoe and Jayne followed suit. Badger held up a hand. "Now wait just a moment, Reynolds."

Badger paused for a moment before he finally caved in. "Alright. But I want to see that money. I'd hate for the Alliance to know about some of your previous dealings."

"Dealings that you were no doubt connected to yourself, Badger." Mal scoffed. "But don't worry your pretty little hat over it. I wanna see that shiny, cold cash as much as you do."

Badger grinned ferociously. "I wager you do."

Outside Badger's den, Mal and Zoe