Disclaimer: These characters don’t belong to me. I’m just messing with them a bit.

Action! Adventure! Sex! Guns! Humour! Not so cunning stunts.

Apologies to my 4 or 5 fans out there, it's been many weeks since the last post. Wash is still airborne, Simon looks to have found his personal bullet. I plead Life intervention. I hold great respect for the frequent fanfic posters, and wonder: how do you make the time?

Much thanks to all those who have kept our BDHs up and running. May your efforts find the appreciation so richly deserved.

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The captain had just achieved a difficult re-entry into sleep when the assailants burst into his living quarters. Most nights he would have awoken instantly, right hand already cradling the gun nestled beneath his pillow. Just maybe not on this rarest of nights when the previous day he’d allowed himself a touch more than an appropriate amount of onboard hooch. His ears were ringing, his brain throbbed. Through that, he could swear he heard the clack of a gun... no, make that guns, being armed.

There were three of them. Two men wearing body armour, the nearest one toting a rifle, the other a long barreled pistol. The woman sported a long knife with a gleaming straight blade. One gun prowled about the cabin, knocking things over for the sake of it. The other gun was by the bed, looking nervously menacing. The captain forced his eyes to focus on the third party, already standing right next to him... how’d he let himself let her get so close?

“Not so good, then,” he mumbled to the compa... aw, call it as you see it: whore beside him. Already having risen to a seated position, she appeared to be facing the barrel of an assault rifle hovering mere inches from her forehead. Remarkably, she held her gaze upon the weapon with dignified calm, tempered, maybe, with a strong hint of defiance. Hah. Beauty, smarts, no shortage of bunk skills. Not lacking in courage. He liked strength in his women. Damn, he had to a