A/N: I don't own 'em, just like to play.

What the hell is wrong with me? I can't stop! It's like a disease.

This one is all for you, Wash! Joss be damned, you're still the best pilot in the 'verse!

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Mal crept down the hall, not liking the level of gunfire he was hearing. Jayne and River were making a right good show of it, though. Mal did a quick count, and came up with fifteen Fed soldiers embroiled in a stand off with his mercenary and crazy girl. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. Not too shabby.

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"Here they come, girl. Best hold up on them grenades!" Jayne caught a glimpse of Mal's EMT uniform and Simon's white doctor coat as he forced another Fed to duck. "No fair killin' our own."

"Right. The money's not good enough." She gave Jayne a sweet smile as he gave her a very dirty look. Unable to throw the grenades back now, River grabbed some type of tool from the desk she was hiding behind, and began deftly disarming them as they landed next to her.

Jayne's eyes about bugged out. "Don't know how you learned 'bout disarmin', but best hope they don't throw more'n one at a time." Jayne glanced out and took a shot at an exposed arm, getting a yelp of pain in return.

"They won't. The blast from two or more might kill me, and they won't do that." She cocked her head a bit. "Ooooh. Not yet, anyway." She giggled and raised her voice. "Hurry up, Simon! They're getting agitated!" She laughed some more as another grenade dropped into her lap.

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"Guess your sis thinks we're movin' too slow, Doc. Zoe? Wanna start removin' obstacles?" Mal motioned for Zoe to cover the left while he went down the right. "Stay right behind me, Doc, an' keep Kaylee behind you. She can't defend herself."

Like shooting fish in a barrel, Mal and Zoe began methodically gunning down soldiers from behind as they moved forward. It took quite a while for the Feds to react, as they were not used to people dressed as medical personnel pulling guns on them, especially since Mal