Willow got up from her seat beside Jayne in the small cockpit. She took her both her guns out from their hiding place, one strapped on the inside of her left black boot.

“I can’t listen to this gorram crap any more. Lets get our daughter back Jayne.” Jayne tried to reason with Willow, to stay until they got the word to move. Willow pushed what little weight she could across the chest of the muscular man. Jayne stumbled aside watching the red head (with the worst temper than he has) run out of the cockpit. Zoë ran after her, her long legs barely making a sound as she ran down the catwalk.

“Willow. If we go now, we risk everything including your daughter’s life.” The dark woman’s brown eyes were intense as she reached for the guns. Willow wished she could stop the tears from forming in her eyes. Willow cursed and handed the guns over.

“I don’t have ten thousand credits to buy back my own daughter.” Her green eyes searched for an answer in Zoe’s face. “What would you do?” Willow asked after a moment of silence.

“I would go in and take back my daughter.” Willow ran down the stairs to the controls to open the cargo bay’s door. “But I don’t think that would be the best thing to do right now.” Zoë grabbed Willow’s arm. She looked intently again in to Zoe’s brown eyes. “Let us do our job, Mal and I have been in these situations before. We will get Judith back. I promise.” Willow let out a sigh, knowing that she was right.

“Suit up everyone, we got the signal to move out.” Jayne and Wash ran out of the cockpit to warn the girls. Zoë handed the guns back to Willow and pushed the button to close the doors back up. Willow knew she was going to get her way after all.

Simon walked back to the hovercraft mule, and dragged Mal off with such force he fell face dirt into the dirt.

“Would you take it easy. I have a beautiful face, and I don’t want any disgusting scars all over it.” Mal joked as Simon pulled his captain up by the shackles they put on him.

“Well I have to make this look convincing. Your not ma