“You’re sure they’re going to pay in cash, not try and push Alliance credits on us?” The tread of boots echoed in the nearly empty cargo bay as Zoe walked up to the airlock and glanced over at the Captain. She shifted her weight, sizing up the three people standing just a short step off of their ship.

He didn’t turn to look at her, just kept a close eye on the three figures down at the bottom of the ramp. Those three could almost be related, all crisp lines and not a hair out of place. Definite Core fashion, uptight and serious.

“They do, they’re getting off.” Cold, quiet, Mal’s inflection made the short sentence the only insight she needed to know his opinion.

Zoe had been watching the small group herself as they said their goodbyes, but she cut her eyes over to the back of the Captain’s head at his comment. She knew their financial straights. It spoke enough of their situation that he had been convinced to come to a Core World to make this trip.

The past few months had been tight for the crew, and even she could tell Mal’s belt needed to be tightened by a notch. It made them all more than a little too eager for this transport job. The Captain had commented twice that it was just another pair of citizens, just another fare like all the rest. But that simple fact that he had repeated himself was all the impression that Zoe needed. Even her nagging conscience kept interrupting her train of thought; this simple ferry trip was paying much too well.

The trio in front of them split up, two walking toward the ship, one heading back towards the port annex.

“Captain Reynolds?” the man greeted him as they stepped onto the ramp. Must’ve been his suit buttoned up too tight that made him stand so straight.

Mal nodded and introduced Zoe, “My first mate.”

“I am John Sebastian and this is Ms. Elena Lien.” His traveling companion offered a confident but slightly cold smile, but did not step forward to offer her hand. “We believe you’ve received your deposit.”

And a hefty one it was t