"I don't like it, sir." An amazon of a dark woman in tan pants, matching brown leather vest and boots over a deep blue shirt stood on a ledge overlooking the cargo bay of a Firefly class tranpsort ship. Her right hand rested firmly on the butt of a heavily modified lever-action carbine at her hip. A taller man with dark brown hair and a rust colored long coat shook his head beside her.

"I don't like it either. Two preachers?" Zoe looked up at him incredulously.

"That's not what I meant-"

"I know what you meant. But he's got hard currency. And what's the odds of TWO preachers with dark secretive pasts being on the same ship?" The man, Malcolm Reynolds, smiled.

"Sir, I don't think-"

"Really, though. Think about it. Even if Book's friend's a preacher what's got some secrets, the sheer mathematical anamoly...ness..." Mal trailed off as an older black man in the traditional black pants and grey shirt with white collar insert walked up the open cargo ramp, a younger white man in similar attire walking behind carrying a large duffle bag. Similar, but not exact. His collar insert was black, and the collar notched in the front. Book looked up at Mal and smiled, motioning to his friend.

"Captain, this is Greyson Jude. I trust there aren't any problems with his travelling with us for a spell?" Mal eyed the passenger carefully. Something seemed familiar about him.

"No, no problem. Just make sure he knows the rules." Books smiled and nodded. He led Greyson to the passenger rooms, spelling out Mal's simple, if direct, rules.

"Don't like it, sir."

"I know, Zoe. But it's hard currency. And that speaks to me more than any secrets what he might be carrying with him." Mal said more to himself than to his first mate as he made his way towards the cockpit. He didn't want to spend any more time on Persephone than he had to. Stepping up into the cockpit, he saw his pilot, a blond man in a flight suit and one of his many colorful, ridiculous hawaiian print shirts, sitting at the con w