Chapter 10

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After the breakfast chaos, Book is doing the dishes while Mal sits at the table, cleaning his guns. Jayne leans back, propping his feet up on the other end, watching, picking his teeth with a knife lightly.

"So...What's our next move Mal?"

The merc tilts his head slightly, licking a tooth, turning his head and spitting out a bit of protein he'd managed to pick free. The Captain of Serenity raises his head slightly, watching him.

"Don't spit on my ship. And next thing, we gotta gear up. I reckon a job like this is gonna take a few items before we go saving the day."

Zoë nods, standing near the table, arms crossed over her chest.

"Persephone?"

Mal nods.

"Yep. We land, refuel, gear up, get info. The usual before a big job."

Jayne raises a brow, feet dropping to the floor with a thud. Leaning forward, resting his forearms on the table.

"Info on what boss?"

"On the best way to get into the Academy of course! As much as I know you love going in guns ablaze and throwing grenades Jayne, I'd really prefer to get out alive. And without drawing the attention of the whole Alliance on us. We're cutting it close all the time as it is."

The large man frowns a bit at Mals words.

"Pardon me Mal, but, why we gonna risk asking about the Academy in a CORE PLANET?? When we got two people who've already been there on board..?

"He's got a point Mal. It seems a bit idiotic to cause ourselves more trouble then we need."

Mal frowns deeply, looking over to the Sheppard.

"You callin' me an idiot Sheppard? Careful how you answer."

Book blinks at the tone in Mals voice, then chuckles softly in his grandfather type way, smiling a bit.

"No, Captain, you misunderstand. I'm just trying to reduce the level of danger to our crew. Not to mention to those we encounter, once we get to this 'Academy'. In my opinion, it makes the most sense to go to the only certain source we have. Our young doctor frie