Disclaimer – Everything either does belong to Joss or it should. I’m just borrowing his shiny ‘verse for a while.

The 21st Lancers belong to the British Army so I’m borrowing them too. I hope they don’t mind

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Abandoned Warehouse Block – Toulouse – 2519AD

Deborah Setters was sat on the floor with her knees tucked up to her chin and her arms wrapped around her legs. She was watching her captors intently trying to decide if she was really in mortal danger or not.

She had certainly thought so at first when a man stepped in front of her car and aimed a pistol at her. He had been splattered with blood and had an intense look of grim determination on his face. She had also believed him when he told her to take him and the others to the spaceport or he would shoot her.

Now she wasn’t so sure.

After talking to a man he called “Mal” on a radio handset her captor had told her not to go to the spaceport but rather to the industrial sector of town and specifically the abandoned factories and warehouse of the old wartime industries. These covered a couple of square miles not too far away from the southern residential zones and had been falling into disrepair since the Alliance occupied Toulouse and shut down munitions production.

The buildings had been very hurriedly constructed from shoddy materials in the first couple of years of the war and without maintenance they were already starting to collapse. The entire area was condemned which did not initially stop children playing there, and occasionally getting themselves killed, until the local government boarded up all the doors and windows and fenced off the more dangerous blocks. After driving around for a long while to see if they were being followed Deborah had driven them to one of the smaller warehouses where the man called Simon shot the lock off the main doors and she drove the hovercar inside.

Inside the huge deserted warehouse their was a small sub-section of offices that probably once housed managerial and administr