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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AN: Getting closer to the end of the arc folks. Just a few more to finish this up.

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Quest - Chapter Twenty Nine

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“Not a very strong building.”

“Almost three hundred years old. Built after the 2260 riots. Made to look like an early twentieth century brownstone.”

“Not much security either...”

“Two DPS agents per shift and a couple of rent-a-cops. No challenge.”

“I don't want a challenge. I want revenge.”

“Relax Mei. We'll pay them back for what they did to the Citadel.”

The young woman nodded to her companion, “I know, Wei.”

“I just wish that you would let me be the instrument. You are the last of the family.”

Mei shook her head, “Those Hwoon-dahns killed my Ba-ba and Ge-ge. This mission is mine alone.”

“Very well,” Wei replied.

“Come. We have preparations to make. We strike tomorrow on Christmas Day.”

Smiling slightly, Wei placed the car that he and Mei sat in and pulled away from the curb. The car disappearing into the swirling snow.

They had been parked outside an old building on Beacon St. in the ancient city of Boston. The building that contained the Embassy to the Alliance of Planets.

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“Now that's the deep black,” Mal stated as he gazed at the unfamiliar stars visible outside Tranquility's bridge.

“Thirty point three light years from home,” River said.

“How long till we're ready to jump again?” Mal asked his pilot.

“Five minutes. The nav computer is calculating the next course.”

“Lettin the computer do it?” Mal asked incredulously, “You usually do that kinda stuff in your head, 'Tross...”

“I can do it but the calculations would require a sheet of paper twenty by eight meters. Not practical in this case. So I let the computer do it.”

Mal grinned at the no longer young, woman who was flying his ship, “Just teasin, Albatross.”

River grinned a