Jayne lifted one of the logs onto his shoulder, wrapping his arm around it and then walking towards the entrance Crazy told him to go to. There were two big guys on the door with equally large guns. He calmly approached them.

"Hey there. I'm Todd. I've come for my meetin'," Jayne said convincingly.

The shorter of the two consulted a list. Jayne was losing his calm just standing there with the heavy gorram log being stared at by the other guy who looked a mite jumpy with his gun all clenched to his chest, finger hovering over the trigger.

"'Kay Todd. You's on the list. Take yer logs to the racks. There'll be a sign that says 'racks'."

Jayne nodded and eyed the other man surreptitiously. He was worried that there might be a problem if all of the men around the warehouse/sawmill were as twitchy as the big guy was.

The plan was to take in half of the logs at first, all legit like. Then, he'd sneak around to the other entrance to let Mal, River, and Zoe in. Next, he'd finish bringing the logs in and hopefully make a decent sell while they worked their magic on the security. They'd sneak out the crates and he'd make a clean getaway with the money. Everyone wins. Badger gets his crates, they got their pay, and Strong-arm got some lumber. It all worked out.

The place was busy. Men roamed throughout the place, some with logs others with tools or lists, enthralled in their work. They didn't even notice that Jayne was out of place. He liked this plan. He didn't do any of the risky stuff. Letting them in would be easy. There would be a side door and he'd just have to push it open. Done. He liked the easy work and good pay. Hopefully good pay. He'd have to negotiate, but he was good at that.

He wasn't the smartest guy around, but he knew his money. He could add, subtract, double, cut in half, cut ten ways and then add interest percents of cuts and how much money that would be faster than anyone else. Not only that, but he could get it down to the very cent accurately while looking scary at the same time.

He went back out to get another log. The guy looked at him again in away that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He knew to pay attention to those feelings. It had saved his ass more than once. Something about that guy didn't sit right with him. A few more logs later, and he came back out to get the next one before letting everyone else in. The man was gone. This raised more than a few concerns in the back of Jayne's simple mind.

He set the log down on the iron rack. His eyes scanned the area. Everyone was ignoring him. He blended in, but so did he. Jayne didn't even notice him approaching. He felt a tap on the shoulder. He turned towards it and found that his eyes drifted upwards at least a foot.

The man towered over him and was at least twice his size. His muscles made Jayne's look like nothing. He looked dirty. His hair was long and pulled back in a greasy ponytail.

"We need to talk," his voice sounded like nails in a blender.

"What 'bout?" Jayne asked confidently.

"Todd, right? Let's do some business," he responded.

Jayne relaxed a bit, but not completely.

"I'm Strong-arm. Let's take a look at yer logs."

Strong-arm looked at the logs one at a time. Jayne waited impatiently. Mal, Zoe, and River had to be a little concerned that he hadn't let them in yet.

"Good logs. I have one question though," Strong-arm said gruffly. "Why use the fake name?"

Jayne tried to remain calm. "What do ya mean?"

"I know that you ain't 'Todd' so why the fake name? These are good logs, cut right, so if you really is a lumberjack, why the fake name?'

"I don't know what you's talkin' 'bout."

"Bobbie Joe recognized ya from his time on Canton. Jayne Cobb. You have a town, statue, everythin'. So why do you have to use a fake name? That seems all sorts of odd to me."

Gorramit, he thought bitterly. "I…don't like the fame…"

"You're a bad liar. Are you tryin' to cheat me? Sell me somethin' illegal?"

"No."

"I believe you there. So why?"

"I told ya. I don't like the fame."

"You're a long way from Canton."

"I changed my name fer good."

"Todd sounds like a cover to me. I know things 'bout theivin'. I think that's what you's tryin' to do. Steal somethin'."

"No, just tryin' to make a deal."

"Bobbie Joe told me another thing. Says you went off Canton on a big fancy ship. Saw it take off. He tells me it set down here. So I checked up on it. Serenity, right? Malcolm Reynolds. His crew. Badger mentioned his crew once or twice, case I needed someone to smuggle somethin'. Badger ripped me off, so I ripped him off back. You wouldn't happen to be here to steal for him would you? 'Cause that'd be a recipe for unpleasantness…"

Jayne opened his mouth to answer, but was met with a punch to the face. He was knocked out cold.

****

River watched as Jayne picked up the first log. They moved to the other side towards the back door. They'd have to take out the guys on the door before Jayne would be able to let them in.

It was a big building. The walk around it was long in itself. River moved like a graceful fog. Zoe was light on her feet as well, even in combat boots. Mal, to say the least, was not. His heavy footsteps and the occasional crackle of the earth below him were loud enough to alert the dead to their presence. River stopped and moved over to him.

"You're like a stampede! Could you please move a little quieter?" River whispered politely.

Mal sighed and tried his best to tip toe. He was still loud, just not as loud. The two guys were large, but they could be easily taken out. Mal took one guy while Zoe took the other. They didn't even no what hit them. They were dead within seconds.

"Now we wait," River sighed.

They stood around the door waiting. River appeared bored. She was actually zoning in on Jayne's thoughts. Zoe was silent and patiently waiting. If the war had taught her anything, it was patience. Mal was pacing back and forth. He had a bad feeling. He wasn't the only one. River felt the same way and so did Jayne. She sensed it.

More time went by. Zoe was getting concerned, Mal was going crazy, and River was still listening in. She heard Jayne. Gorramit! Something had gone wrong.

"Something is wrong," she announced.

"What?" Mal asked.

River held up her hand and focused. Her eyes flew open. "They know."

"Know what?" Zoe asked.

"Strong-arm, he knows that we're trying to steal Badger's shipment. Badger ripped him off, so he ripped him off back. Someone recognized Jayne from Canton…" she looked faint, like she was going to pass out.

Mal rushed to her side and put an arm around her back. "Sweetheart, are you okay?"

"Jayne's out cold."

"We have to get in there," Mal muttered. He made sure River was steady and then walked towards the door. He got ready to break it down.

"Don't! Security. The white cards have to be scanned. If not, alarms go off. All of the entrances are like that except the one for independent contractors and that's been locked down. Unless…"

"Unless what?" Mal asked.

River didn't hear him. Her thoughts had drifted to Jayne. They woke him up.

Where the hell am I?

"Listen up Cobb. You best start talkin' 'bout your plan to steal my things and give 'em to Badger or we'll make you talk. Dong ma?"

"Piss off," Jayne spat back.

It's like an office. Damnit, I was s'pposed to have the easy job! But noooo. Now I'm the one tied to some chair with Strong-arm lookin' at him!

"Lock down the cargo. No one comes in or out. Cobb, I'm gonna beat on you till you talk or you die. I don't care which happens."

River snapped back into reality. Jayne was in serious trouble. She felt the pain as Strong-arm hit him again. She needed a way in and she needed it fast. She processed all of the information on the schematics and security. She had a plan, a risky one, but a plan all the same, one that would have to be solo for the time being. Mal was too big and Zoe wasn't agile enough.

She took off. She just started running. Mal followed and Zoe followed him. She moved around the corner to the other side of the building. There it was. A knick here, a nook there. No problem.

"WHAT IS GOIN' ON?" Mal bellowed.

"They have Jayne. He's being beat up. The cargo is on lock down. No time to explain. Lone wolf going in. Sheep to slaughter. No time!"

When she slipped into metaphors, it was serious. He watched as she scaled the side of the building. He recognized the opening. It was the head saw. Logs were fed through and they were cut into boards and his sweetheart was climbing up to it.

"DON'T!" he shouted.

"I'll be fine!"

"GET DOWN HERE! THAT'S AN ORDER!"

She ignored him completely. His thoughts, his emotions, everything. Her focus was Jayne and the cargo. He was in trouble. So, she slid down the shoot towards the saw.

"NO!" Mal cried.

"Sir?" Zoe asked.

"That's the head saw!"

She had vanished and they were left outside.