Not to be mistaken with what might be owed by the still overly confident man with the bowler hat, but the gratitude and odd sense of family he felt for people's he had previously only valued as business arrangements, Badger opened his eyes too see the rubble that once was his home.

The uncontrollable shaking from within his veins told him that he knew all around him were slaughtered. Being under his employ was their down fall, half of them would never had seen this coming. The other half would never have wanted to see this.

The piercing sunlight dancing across debris that once created daily memories. Heat and smoke pulsating off of metal remnants of a business in full swing. The flies that seem to be the only living thing brave enough to explore the after affect of one man toying with the lives of hundreds simply to coax a brother and sister out of hiding. The other half would never have wanted to see this, Badger did not want to see this.

Only a last minute wave and security sirens had Badger fleeing from his office and scurrying to throw his favourite possessions out of his 1 meter by 1 meter lead lined safe, and clambering inside saved his life.

The man on the wave had looked angry for reasons that had nothing to do with Badger this time. His plea was simple.

‘Best lie low, as low as you see me and many others on the outside of your little world. I know we got our differences and if need be I would put a bullet to you myself. But there is NO need with him, and I aint got a sense for sensless killings.’

‘Wha’s he after then? Sounds a precious cargo. You must have pissed them off something mighty for the Alliance to send an Operative into fetch mode? Don’t they only go after fugitives these days?’

‘Yes. But the who’s, if’s, and why’s wont concern you any more if you’re eatin dirt and staring at the devil for all eternity will they?’

Ordinarily Badger would not have taken a warning from anyone so seriously, but Malcolm Reynolds was the man deli