Cowboys & Alliance : part 3

-------- Desperate Times, Desperate Measures --------

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Malcolm Reynolds awoke early the next morning. He’d slept rather well considering there was a bank hold-up planned come sunup……after the early morning dew had dried. He got a whiff of morning breakfast as he climbed outta his bunk so he headed to the galley.

“ Morning Kaylee….” he offered up as he noticed the ship’s mechanic in the kitchen flipping hotcakes for the morning grub.

“ Morning cap,” She responded, “you look chipper today, any reason it should be an improvement over yesterday, or the day before?”

“ Sure little Miss Kaylee, today we’re gonna acquired coin,” Malcolm Reynolds smiled at his ship’s mechanic as she busied herself in the kitchen, “ Actually, someone else has acquired it, we’re just gonna relieve the burden of keeping it stored from his perverted, bony fingers. Been a while since I’ve heard the jingle of hard cash in my pocket, I’m sure Jayne would agreement with that.”

The captain had been referring to his Firefly nemesis Niska, and the sick old man’s way of running his enterprising empire. Niska had beefed up Skyplex’s security after the time Mal and Wash had been brazenly rescued by the remainder of Serenity’s crew. Now he chose to store much of his currency in secret hidey-holes off of the space station. If Mal’s crew could so easily break his security….then another sizable crime boss may be able to do the same. He was just lucky that the Firefly crew had been there to rescue their captain and nothing else, otherwise he may without a copper to his name.

Malcolm looked around for his big lummox of a mercenary, “By the way where is Jayne?”

“ Went back to his bunk sir, something about hiding grenades in saddlebags before you have a chance to tell him they aren’t needed.”

Mal smiled at the thought of the big merc trying to outsmart him.

“ Morning everyone,” Simon had just come into the ship’s galley looking fresh and well rested.

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