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“I don't trust that Badger.”

“What is there to trust?” Mal reasoned. “He’s a pathetic weasel with a delusion of standing. But he has work, that’s all we need.”

“Still, I have a bad feeling Sir. It felt as though he was leavin’ something out.”

“That’ll make it all the more interesting!”

“Interesting…?”

“Hey Wash! Thought I told you to stay on ship!” Mal barked as Wash up the ramp on the mule.

“That you did, but Kaylee wanted some paint so bein’ the gentleman I -”

“What the guay does she need paint for?”

Wash shrugged and Mal marched off yelling “Kaylee!”

~

“Hey Wash, how’d it go?”

“Got green and this red colour. What do you think?” I held the tins up for inspection by Kaylee.

“Green?!” Mal said incredulously. “You’re painting the kitchen green?!”

You have no vision Cap’ain! It’ll be great! Look! I got stencils! Ain’t you interested in makin’ this boat a home?”

“Wait, can’t it be a home without being green?” I interjected.

“Never thought I’d have occasion to say this but Wash has a point,” Mal said looking genuinely scared.

“Just trust me! I need to do something while we’re docked.”

“Vandal!” Mal cried as Kaylee left the engine room humming.

“What’s Kaylee vandalising?” Zoë asked, coming up the stairs.

“The kitchen,” Mal said in way of explaination, heading up to the bridge. “I’m contacting Inara. See if she’s still on schedule.”

“Just what she’ll want after a hard day’s work,” I said to myself more than anyone. I watched Zoë follow Mal, my eyes glancing over her curves. She was so beautiful it hurt.

~

The closer to the outer rim, the dodgier the job, the more likely something will go wrong. ‘Versally accepted. And there was defiantly something in Badger’s mannerisms that suggested he suspected something very specific would happen. I didn’t like Badger. His smarmy grin and his look that made me want to pun