Mal stood on a bustling city street with Jayne and Wash, watching the shuttle dissapear in the distance. He pulled out a sheaf of papers, handing sets to Wash and Jayne. They took the ID badges accompanying them and clipped them to their jumpsuits before walking into a large hangar with "Veritas Armoured Transport" emblazoned in red letters over the entrance.

"New to the route?" asked the woman sitting behind a pane of bulletproof glass in the reception area, scanning their paperwork.

"Hope not," grunted Jayne, looking around him in disgust.

"Pullin' overtime," explained Mal. "Cody here's a little disgruntled 'cause he's missin' the games."

The woman behind the desk passed their papers back to them along with an access badge and buzzed open the door to the hangar. They entered and quickly made their way to a small armoured transport ship near the back of the building. Wash passed the badge over the door of the ship and led the others inside, sitting down at the helm. He took a moment to study the controls; the ship was modern and fully equipped with functions Serenity could only dream of.

Jayne peered over his shoulder and pointed at a small joystick. "Them's lasers?" he asked.

Wash sighed. "Yes, Jayne, they're lasers. And if you leave them alone, Mal will let you shoot them at something once we're done with the job."

"No he won't!" protested Mal from the back seat. "He won't be payin' you, either, unless we get going and finish this."

Wash eased the ship into the air, carefully piloting her out of the hangar and into a free traffic path above the city. The fifteen-minute journey passed silently, with Wash concentrating intently and Jayne surveying the ship's more lethal functions with fascination. When they reached their destination, Wash eased the ship down to a docking port on the roof of a large warehouse. He pressed a comm button on the helm of the ship. "Veritas Armoured pickup," he announced.

"Copy that, transmit your identification," a voice replied. All three of them held the