Disclaimer: Joss, Fox, Universal Own em’. I’m just playing. No money being made. The situations come from my own twisted mind as do my original characters.

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This story takes place about a year after the conclusion of Heritage.

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AN:

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Cast of characters:

Parents:

Malcolm Reynolds 53

Inara Serra-Reynolds 45

Allan Bryant 69

Zoë Bryant 49

Kaylee Tam 42

Simon Tam 44

Jayne Cobb 53

River Cobb 37

Kids:

Jefferson (Jeff) Reynolds 17

Emma Reynolds 12

Sara Bryant 16

Rebecca Tam 17

John (Jack) Tam 13

Rachel Cobb 10

Jesse Cobb 8

Triad-Chapter Eight

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Zoë lowered Sara Jane's ramp cautiously. Somewhere near where they had landed were two men who minutes before had been trying to blow them out of the sky. Instead they had returned the favor. They might be a bit upset about that.

Zoë looked over at the young man who would be accompanying her in the search, “You up for this, Jeff?”

“Lead the way Aunt Zoë,” Jefferson Reynolds replied as he hefted the assault rifle in his hands. Zoë was glad to see he was wearing body armor and a pistol as well.

The sun was just rising but it was still fairly dark. It wouldn't remain so for long. They had to move.

The pair set out from the ship in the direction Zoë thought the two shot down pilots might be. Jeff held up a small device and pointed in a slightly different direction.

“Hundred meters that way,” Jeff whispered, pointing with the muzzle of his rifle.

“How?” Zoë whispered in reply.

“Olivia loaned me one o' the 'tricorders',” Jeff grinned. Zoë looked at the small screen showing two small blips. One stationary and another moving toward the first.

“Let's go,” Zoë hissed.

On silent feet, they crept through the forest. Their footfalls muffled by the needles fallen from the numerous evergreens. Soon they heard hushed voices

“... Get me out of this gorram tree...”

“Hold your horses,” hissed a second voice.

Zoë peeked around a large tree in front of her and almost laughed. Hanging thirty feet in the air