Angelle is mine, the rest belongs to Whedon

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Timing....the act of knowing when the right time is the right time and making sure you don't miss that mark or you never know what might occur. An example of good timing is shooting somebody in the head before they turn their gun on you. Bad timing is after they've done shot you and you lay dying in your own blood. This was about as important.

Jarvis...the commander that Ole Scar tried to take a bite off, but instead tore into his leg with the massive tail...well, he was leading me back to my little hotel room that the purple bellies decided to keep me in. Problem was I wasn't too fond of sharing it with a room mate, at least not a female one. Now, there was a certain ship's captain that might keep me in there, but then the Alliance would get a whole new lesson on how to use the brig to your utmost advantage. Going to end that there before this conversation gets too racy and I get so far off tract that getting back on would take another six pages.

Alright, so....we are back with me and Jarvis walking back to my cell where Inara is waiting to be questioned concerning the whereabouts of said ship's captain. Unfortunately for her or actually fortunately, she would never have to make that date, because I had decided, it was high time we broke out.

All Alliance cuffs have one small thing in common, they all are magnetically sealed, only being released by a key, which causes the magnetic pulse to be disrupted. The black metal rings around my neck give off the same pulse when struck together. Guess who had silently slipped off those when she was being interrogated. And you thought I was just tossing my drink 'cause I was pissed. ]

Slipping one on each of my thumbs, I waited until Jarvis and I were alone in the hallway and between security cameras, before I made my break. A quick click and the cuffs fell as I took my right foot jabbing it hard into his wounded leg. Screaming like a stuck pig, my hands foun