The Firefly characters are someone else’s property, I am not getting paid for this.

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Note to Anon, you are absolutley right and my proof reader (my husband) has been firmly spoken too. In fact he says he'd too busy to read this one through so he might be sulking :-)

Because of this I apologise for any ridiculous mistakes, sometimes I read too fast to spot them.

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The jail house consisted of a large open room, with two desks, some easy chairs and a stove with a coffee pot warming on it.

Data pads and paper work littered one of the desks and a good part of the floor.

To the rear there were five cells, in one face down on a bunk was a man that it had to be assumed was Jacob ‘Chilli’ Pepper.

Chilli had kicked off the blanket. He was wearing an all in one undergarment, the kind that has a flap at the back. The flap was open exhibiting an incredibly hairy backside. There was a bucket at the side of the bunk that was responsible for at least part of the smell.

“Guess I’ll keep the door open a while.” Said Agnes.

“It’d be a kindness,” Mal looked at Zoë whose nose was wrinkling in her otherwise impassive face. “Reckon we need the Doctor,” he thought for a moment, “Reckon we need everyone here where we can keep an eye on them.

“Tell River to fly Serenity somewhere out of the way; she’s to take Jayne with her. They can bring the mule into town once they’ve got the Ship hid but if they can’t make it back before sun rise they’re to wait until tomorrow night.

“Everyone else is to come here and bring what they need for a few days, there’s room enough in the cells to bunk down for a while.” Zoë nodded and made to leave but Mal stopped her.

“I don’t need to tell you to bring ‘em back through the alleys and keep them out of trouble.”

“Don’t need to tell me at all.” Replied Zoë without offence. She looked a moment at Chilli before leaving, “Reckon I’ll ask Inara to bring some scented soap.”

Al walked slowly over to the prone