"They're coming!" Bree looked up from his monitor as he yelled to Corbin.

"That girl is a wonder." The older man smirked. "How far out?"

"She is a wonder." Bree returned his grin."About twenty minutes or so, right on target, speed A-1."

"Prep the nets."


"Yes!" Wash cried as Serenity's monitors blinked back to life; well half of them.

"You got it?" Mal and the others who had been hovering just outside the door since Wash had dismissed them rushed back in.

"We got life. We got screens." He frowned a bit. "Well some. It's a yes. A partial."

"What about nav control?" Mal asked.

Kaylee rolled herself out from beneath the console and sadly shook her head 'no' before rolling back underneath.

"Do we know where we're headed?" Mal pressed.

Wash worked the monitors for a moment. "Coordinates she entered we're headed for something and it's not too far."

"Did she signal anyone?" Riddick asked.

"Duh-ming nuh (hold on a second). She did, same coordinates, no ID."

Jayne leaned himself against one of the small port side windows, "Who's out there?"

"Let me see," Wash said as his fingers danced across a series of keys and switches. "I might be able to translate her signal wave to a visual; there might be a aiya (damn), some kind of electrical interference. It's bouncing the signal all over the place. Look at it. It's like a circle."

Mal did look at it and it took less than a second for it to register. "It's a net."

"It's a web." Riddick corrected and even Jayne was able to piece together River's veiled spider reference. What it meant, he still had no clue.

"I don't get it. Where we headed?" Jayne asked.

"The end of the line." Book answered. "It's a carrion house, a scrap shop; they take ships, pull 'em apart or piece 'em back together."

"Well that doesn't sound so scary." Wash said hopefully.

"That pattern, that's an electromagnetically charged net. We fly into that, its game over. It'll turn the ship into one big electrical conduit; burn us up from the inside out." Riddick explained.

"There's the newer ones'll just hold you, and then the scrappers will override the airlocks, pull the O2, or just gas you. They're not looking for survivors." Book added as he stepped closer to get a look at the image.

"Kaylee " Mal started.

"I'm trying Sir but "

"Well stay on it. Any chance Saffron can tell us something that will help?" He asked her.

"I know what she did, Cap; don't make it any easier to fix." Kaylee admitted.

Mal's eyes restlessly scanned the room, "We need a Plan B." He turned to look to Zoe, "Get our suits prepped. Now." He turned to the others to finish speaking. "We got one shot. Wash I want a visual as soon as we get close."

"What do I do?" Jayne asked. He needed activity, sitting around and waiting to die wasn't his forte.

"You go get Vera."

**

Simon plugged his handheld into the bay computer, linking with the ship's outboard cams. "I've got it." Mal, Zoe, Jayne, and Riddick hovered over the image.

"What am I aiming for? The window?" Jayne asked pointing to the cab which was position on of top of the huge circular ring.

"That might kill some folk, but it won't disrupt the net. See these six points where it's the brightest? Those're the breakers. Hit one and it should short it out."

"Whadda ya mean, should?" Jayne asked critically.

**

River had remained on the bridge along with Kaylee and Wash. She looked up when Kaylee slammed her wrench down in frustration; the mechanic was on the point of tears.

"Five minutes out, Kaylee, keep it together." Wash tried to keep her calm. "I need you working, we all need you working."

"There's nothing for it, Wash." Kaylee near cried. "Iffin' only I had a stupid conductor cap!"

River frowned. The Sunshine was turning, no longer was she yellow and orange; her skin was coated grey and sticky; despair was settling. This was unacceptable. She rose in one fluid movement from her chair and crossed the distance between her and Kaylee in two steps.

"She mustn't rain." River said soothingly, "The Sunshine doesn't rain."

Kaylee looked up at the girl forlornly. "It ain't doin', Riv. I just can't do it."

"She mustn't look at the whole; she must only see the parts; the whole is not whole, her image is irrelevant. She must see the pieces. Mother speaks to her, listen, evaluate, solve." River told her sagely handing her a pair of splicers.

Kaylee looked at her blankly at first and then seemed to shake herself. She looked back down to the mass of wires and bits in front of her; seeing the pieces before her, she might not have had a conductor cap but she had a broken regulator, miles of wire, a half useful circuit board, and a half dozen other useful parts. Her eyes began to move quickly from piece to piece and her hands followed without a thought. If only I had She started to think to herself, but the thought was answered before she finished it as River handed her a coil of thread thin metal. Kaylee didn't stop to think about the implications of the answer; she had seen the parts and now the whole was clearly visible.

**

As Serenity approached the massive mechanical web, Jayne and Mal sealed themselves off in the air lock; the ramp opened and the sight that greeted them only hardened their resolve.

"You see it?" Mal asked him tersely through the link.

"Clear as day." Jayne answered flatly. It was only a shame no one was there to witness the hard set of his eyes; the steady calm of his hand as he raised his lady and sighted his target without the use of the scope. This calm and lethal precision was precisely the reason he had far surpassed the life expectancy of most men in his trade. Riddick might have been able to beat him hands down in an honest or dishonest brawl, but behind a gun, whether it be the distance of three meters, or three thousand, Jayne was as close to unbeatable as you could find.

His finger was less than a breath from the trigger when Wash's voice broke over their comms. "Kaylee did it!" He yelled excitedly. "We got it all, it ain't pretty but we can stop, we can steer, we can turn the hell around! Brace yourselves, this could get nasty!"

Jayne glanced briefly at Mal. "Hold that, Wash." The Captain ordered.

"What?" Came his confused answer.

"We ain't done here yet." The Captain nodded at Jayne.

With a wide smirk Jayne raised Vera once more. "Time people started taking us serious, girl." He whispered to her. His finger pressed the trigger.


"What the hell?" Corbin yelled at Bree as sparks began erupt from the consoles.

"We're losing power! It's a complete systems failure!" Bree panicked as he pulled out an extinguisher.

"Shut down the main drive!" Corbin ordered. "Begin emergency detachment sequence!"

Bree dropped his extinguisher and lunged for the large red lever. He was too late; no sooner had his fingers wrapped around it than gunfire tore through the window. The two men exchanged a look of absolute horror. Comprehension dawned and the glass exploded.


"Nice work, Kaylee." Mal grinned at his mechanic. "The best floatin', you are."

"Tweren't for River, I wouldn't have figured it." Kaylee admitted blushing.

Mal turned around to see the girl in question happily spinning in the copilot's chair. "Tokens of appreciation will be accepted in the form of apples or chocolate." She said simply and then rose and skipped off the bridge. Wash, Kaylee, and Mal watched her go, almost identical looks of confusion across their faces. River skidded to a halt in front of the looming form of Riddick halfway down the foredeck hall.

/Where do you think you're going?/ He thought pointedly at her.

River glared at him.

"Riddick!" His head jerked up at the sound of Mal's voice calling him from the bridge stairs.

He repressed the urge to growl as he answered, however he did not look up from River."What, Mal?"

"Time we woke up Sleepin' Beauty." The Captain said as he came down the stairs. "Find Jayne and meet me in the Infirmary."

/Later/ He thought at her and then turned and headed back down the hall.

"You and me are gonna have some words too, little bit." Mal said as he came up to River from behind. "I don't know how you knew what you did, but we need to work on your communication skills."

River arched an eyebrow at him.

"You knew what that woman was up to." She nodded. "Why didn't you tell us?"

River offered him her patented boob look. "You had her drugged."

Mal shifted a bit uncomfortably at that. "Well screaming and lunging for somebody's throat ain't exactly the best way to tell a body. Especially since you got a known history of screamin' and clawin' for no gorraam good reason."

"Never without a reason."

"Be that as it may. Next time a, 'Captain you got conned into marryin' a lying, thievin' bitch and she's plannin' on killin' us all and stealin' the ship' will work just fine. I don't care how or why you know, but if you know, your Captain should know."

River actually growled at that and placed her hands on both her hips. "Why does everyone assume she knows? She knows she does but what does she know? She doesn't know? She sees the A but never the N; she sees the petal but not the pollen. She reads the language but cannot always speak it. She warned you; it is not her fault you could not understand. It is not her fault she could not make the words fall together and everyone and everything insisted on spinning and pulling and being jaggedy. You want the painting, do not critique the artist. She manages as best she can." She spun around abruptly then; a wave of her hair hitting Mal indignantly as she stormed off down the hall. "Apples or chocolate!" She yelled before disappearing into the mess.



Saffron sputtered out the mouthful of water and shook her head trying to focus past the splitting pain. Blood caked her scalp on the left side and she couldn't feel her limbs to move them; upon further evaluation she realized she was tied to a chair. "Cao (fuck)." She swore as she fully opened her eyes and the reality of her situation hit her.

"Evenin'." Mal said cheerfully as he pushed himself off the counter.

Saffron's eyes darted from him to Jayne and the big guy whose name she'd never caught but for some reason seemed vaguely familiar to her now. "You gonna kill me?" She asked.

"Unless you got some compelling reason for me not to, it seems to be the general consensus." He answered.

"I didn't kill any of you." She said with a cheeky smirk.

Fury rushed to Mal's face. "No, you didn't." The calm in his voice was eerily out of place. "But you turned me and mine over to those that would. Tell me, was the Elder in on this?"

"I work with a lot of people." She replied archly.

"And to think, I saved his gorram town." Mal said.

"Won't be saving it the next time we land dirt-side." Riddick rumbled.

"No," Mal grinned. "Had enough of playin' the good guy, next time we land there it'll be as bad guys."

"Why the act?" Jayne asked suddenly. "All this gou shi (crap)? Callin' us in to save the town, handing us over to her, the wifey act, why not just take the ship while we were grounded? Why go through all the trouble?"

"That's a good question, Jayne." Mal seconded. "She could have flown the ship herself, killed us all. Why leave us floppin' around like fish outta water?"

"You're assuming stealing the ship was the point." She said contemptuously. "Wouldn't have been nearly as fun."

"Just a game to you, isn't it?" Mal asked. "We were just all the pieces."

"We all play games, Mal; we play roles and act out little parts. Good guy, bad guy, hero or villain, victim or savior, all just parts, and their roles change on your perspective. You know, you all did pretty well." Her face soured and she looked at Riddick. "How'd you figure me out? How'd that girl know straight off?"

"If I told you; we'd have to kill you." Riddick smirked at her.

"You're not?" She asked surprised.

"No one's said that. We ain't sayin' that, right?" Jayne asked heatedly. "Wasn't a vote yet."

"We don't vote on this ship." Mal snapped. "Ain't a gorram town hall."

Saffron laughed. "That's why, Mal. That's why you were such an easy mark. The heroic smuggling Captain with a heart of gold. Do me a favor, whatever rock you drop me on, make it one with the spaceport at least. Every wonder why the Brown coats lost?" She laughed at him. "Good guys finish last Mal."

"War's over, ain't a good guy anymore. Bring her." Mal said evenly.

Riddick grabbed the top of the chair and Jayne the bottom; they followed Mal out to the bay, ignoring Saffron's panicked questions.

"What's going on?" Book demanded as he watched them approach the airlock.

"None of your concern, Preacher." Mal said tersely as Riddick and Jayne set her down inside the hatch.

"Captain, that's murder." Book said harshly.

"Ain't a bit better then what she would have had done to us." Jayne grunted.

"Wait? What?" Saffron asked; the first trace of fear anyone had heard from her laced the edges of her voice.

"This is not the answer; an eye for an eye leaves the whole 'verse blind." Book said, his voice rising slightly.

"And what would you have me do?" Mal turned on him. "Turn her over to the authorities? Did you forget that siding with the law on anything ain't exactly in the interest of maintaining the freedom of any aboard my ship?"

"I wasn't.."

"Or maybe I'll set her free so she can try and come low at us again?"

"I... "

"This is how it is, Preacher." Mal slammed his fist against the hatch control and the doors closed; cutting off the screams of the now very terrified Saffron. He opened the ramp door. He clicked on the comm to the bridge. "Wash, turn us around. We got an appointment with an Elder on Triumph."

"And the whole Alliance thing I keep bringing up?" Wash answered back.

"Just get us within shuttle range. This visit will be short and quick."

"Killing a man of God, Mal?" Riddick asked as Mal closed the airlock ramp once more.

"Only when they try to kill me first." Mal answered simply as he headed out of the bay and to his bunk.


"River?" Kaylee's voice came softly from behind the door and she slid it open. "I um " Kaylee stammered. "Here." She said quickly as she produced the last of her fruit stash, a semi blackened banana and the very last piece of chocolate from the party on Sihnon from her pockets. "It's not an apple, but "

River grinned broadly as she set down her sketch pad. She rose and accepted gratefully the banana and chocolate. "Thank you."

"Listen, I... um... well " She wrung her hands, really not sure herself or what she was trying to say.

"She understands." River said.

Kaylee's frown broke into a smile. "Thanks." She noticed for the first time River's sketch pad on the floor. "Can I see?" She asked shyly.

River nodded eagerly and reached down; she skimmed through the pages quickly and finding what she was looking for she tore it from the book. "For you."

Kaylee took the offered piece of paper; her jaw nearly dropping over as tears burned at the corners of her eyes. Rendered on the page before her in near photo like quality was an image of her and Jayne; only in the drawing she wasn't looking at Jayne, she was tinkering with an engine bit. Jayne however was looking at her; and it was the look in his eyes which River had captured that brought the tears to the mechanic's eyes. It was a moment of unguarded admiration. "River I "

"You wanted to know what he sees." River told her softly. "This girl sees everything, through her eyes, his eyes, their eyes."

"It's beautiful." Kaylee breathed. "River, I'm sorry, I didn't understand before, I just thought you was... and... " Kaylee gave up trying to make herself understood and huffed out a breath. "Let's start over?" She smiled and held out her hand. "Name's Kaywinnet Lee Frye, everybody calls me Kaylee or Sunshine."

River giggled. "River Marie Tam." She shook Kaylee's hand.


"Zoe, I'm leaving the ship to you once we get in range." Mal said as the first mate dropped down into his bunk unannounced.

"The Hell you are." She snorted.

"Zoe."

"Sir?" She inquired.

Mal looked at her; a huff of air escaped him. "I'm different than I was, ain't I?"

Zoe actually took a step back; startled by his question. "Sir?" She asked again, but this time the tone was one of honest concern.

"Never mind." He shook his head.

"We do what we have to, Sir. We are what we have to be." A long moment of silence past between the two, before Zoe spoke again. "She coulda come after us again. Those boys runnin' the net bet my last coin they weren't top of the food chain. That equipment comes at a price. What woulda stop her from goin' back and callin' the big dogs on us for blowin' it to shit and ruining her little game? She got a good look at the Tams and Riddick, what woulda stopped her from callin' the Feds? We're already steppin' lightly to avoid Niska, can't afford loose ends. We look after our own. That's all you did Sir."

Mal looked back up at her, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "You're only saying that 'cause she kicked your husband in the head."

"She did try to kiss him too Sir." She said holding his gaze.

"Me and you Zoe, we'll go down to Triumph and we'll finish this." He said resigning himself as he stood.

"Yes, Sir."



Book stared into his cup of tea at the table in the mess. It had long since turned cold, but he had long since lost any urge to drink it anyway. He found himself facing the very same question he had left the abbey to answer. Who was he? A soldier playing at being a shepherd? Or a shepherd who was a soldier? He could have stopped them from murdering that girl; it might not have worked but he could have tried. His vows demanded that he should have tried; but the Captain had been right. The girl had every intention of killing them all; but she hadn't, but she tried. He hadn't tried, he should have tried. Did the fact he hadn't meant he wanted her to die? How could he be a shepherd and avert his gaze from murder? He hadn't looked away on Triumph. He'd prayed over the bodies but at the end of the day those men had been looters and rapists. He'd known even before the crew had left for the job that blood would be split that day and he did not protest it. Was this his punishment for not doing so? Or was this God's will? Had God given him this flock to watch over?

"A different world out here." Simon's voice startled Book from his thoughts.

"Excuse me?"

"They shouldn't have killed her." He clarified. "Every vow I took as a doctor tells me they shouldn't have." Simon paused as he sat down at the table across from the shepherd. His face was weighted with guilt and torn but indecision. "And then I think that woman would have caused the death of my sister, and I'm glad she's dead. Back home, before all this the worst thing I'd ever done sneak out with my father's hovercar and now " He looked up at him. "Now I knowingly stand aside to murder and theft, by breathing I'm breaking the law right now. In order for me and my sister to live I have to be a criminal."

"Son," Book started; he didn't think he was right enough with God himself at the moment to take a confession from another, but the look on the boy's face stopped him from saying so. "We do what we have to. I watched them do it too." He took a deep breath. "And I'm not even sure it was wrong. I've seen some things since I started to walk in the world again, done some things I swore I'd never do again... And while a part of me thinks I may have boarded the wrong ship, another part tells me perhaps this is exactly where I should be."


/know you're not sleeping/

River growled beneath the shield of her blanket. He was not in the room with her, he was in his and waiting. Someone was having entirely too much fun with his newfound ability. It was irritating. When he thought at her like that there was no blocking it out, nor ignoring it. It would hit her mind like a small shock of electricity; it was not painful, just incessant; like the buzzing of an alarm you could not ignore. River snorted to herself. She had been drugged, mocked, yelled at, belittled, and discovered she could be blocked. She was in no mood. She pulled the blanket around her tighter.

/We need to talk/

She could feel the trace of anger in his thought that time. She wondered why it was so easy to hear his distinctive thoughts over the others now. She assumed it had to do with the fact she couldn't hear anything from him now at all; so when something was there it was all that much more defined and clearer.

/We've played this game before girl. You know I won't just go away/

She huffed and tossed the blanket off of herself. He was infuriating.

**

Riddick smirked when the door to his dorm slid open and a very irate River appeared silhouetted from the light of the hallway. It would have been easier to just go to hers but he wanted to make her come to him. In the end, he would ensure she always came to him; besides using his new little trick was all sorts of entertaining.

"He called." She rolled her eyes as she stepped in.

/You saw the dream/

"She is standing right next to you." River huffed, there really was no need to continue to think at her.

Riddick chuckled. /What you don't like the idea of somebody forcing their way into your head?/

"She doesn't like to be the only one talking. It makes her seem "

/Crazy?/

"Stop that." She glared at him in the darkness because she knew he could see perfectly well.

/Try thinking back at me/

River quirked an eyebrow. "It won't work like that. You are not her. You have just learned a stupid trick." She said coldly. "She could hear you think at her even before, he has just learned to stop everything else. It's not like you can think at any one else."

Riddick had actually been thinking about this ever since that morning when he had felt Saffron's mind through River's when she connected herself to him. /I saw Saffron's head/

"What?" River half-shrieked.

/It didn't make any sense. It was raw, like it was written in a language I couldn't understand/

"Will you stop?" She demanded.

/No/ He smirked. He wanted her to get used to hearing him.

River narrowed her eyes and growled.

/Try it. You were tied or linked or whatever it is the fuck you do when I heard Saffron, if you're linked to me I bet I can hear you back/

"You can hear her just fine when she speaks." River informed him.

/Try/

"No." She said firmly.

/Yes/

"No."

Riddick decided to switch tactics. /We have a Contract girl. If we can talk back and forth like this, it will help me keep you safe./ It was only partly true. His real reason behind it was the hope that it would connect her to him firmly. It would keep him in her head. What he didn't admit, even to himself, was that, much like River's scent, he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of her being inside his head now that he could recognize it. It would keep her close even when they were separated.

River, oblivious to his train of thought and thoroughly frustrated by it, had to concede to his logic. It would be a much more efficient form of communication; especially if she could show him what she meant rather than try to translate it into something he could understand. It hadn't escaped her the ease at which she had pushed herself into Saffron. It had been so simple when she was tied to his mind, which was so completely blank to her; so much easier than Tyrus. Then she had begun to get a headache and feel sick after forcing her way into so many minds while repelling the constant assault of the others.

She frowned slightly. What had happened? One moment she had been in complete control and the next it was as though a rubber band had snapped. Had the connection been too weak? Knowing now that she had been inadvertently passing imagery onto Riddick she wondered if it was ill-preparedness for it which had cause the break. If she could speak with him as well, they could learn to strengthen the connection, to ensure that it could not be broken. Her thoughts circled back around to why it had been different than on Tyrus. The obvious answer was that he was not a blank to her then. However, that answer produced the same question she had been unable to answer earlier. What had changed? The dream; was it just a dream though? Had he really been sleeping at all? She remembered reading once, before the Academy when she had realized she wasn't just reading body language, that certain religious orders claimed to be able to separate themselves from reality, or the physical plane, and go to a place that was in-between. Did Shirah exist in that place in-between? And if she did, how was Riddick able to access it so easily in his sleep? Was Shirah pulling him there? Could she be brought there to speak with Shirah as well?

Riddick waited patiently while River sorted through her thoughts. He was used to this by now. She just needed a few minutes to process; she never responded well to being rushed or pushed. The results were much better if you simply waited for her to understand things. At first this had been annoying but, having an inkling of the way her mind worked, he was even more fascinated. How many hundreds of things could the girl think of at once? To be able to function while listening in to several different people at the same time as yourself had to take an extreme amount of focus and skill. Both of which she didn't seem to think she had; but he knew she did. If she didn't, she wouldn't have been standing in front of him. They would have never of had a single conversation. He had felt the crushing weight of just one extra person and he'd only received it second hand, he knew the girl was stronger than she thought she was.

River finally decided there was only one course of action if she wanted answers. Despite popular opinion she was not omniscient; she couldn't get the answers if no one had them to give. She couldn't read what wasn't there to be read.

"Alright." She said slowly.

The psychic couldn't see the wide grin that broke across Riddick's face; it was too dark. She couldn't feel the sudden spike of satisfaction; Riddick was numb to her. It was probably for the best. They were on level ground. Most would be pleased to be on an even playing field with Riddick. River was not. She wasn't used to not having the advantage. Riddick, however, was thrilled. It meant he didn't have to worry about her finding out about his plan to take her with him. She hadn't taken it well the last time he thought it.

River folded herself cross-legged into the chair across from Riddick's bed. He watched her close her eyes and inhale deeply. He felt the slight push against his mind and he breathed in her mind like he would her scent. He welcomed her inside; he wanted her to feel safe. He wanted to be her sanctuary.

River wrapped the tendrils of her mind around Riddick. His strength poured into her through the connection. She felt it fill in the cracks and holes of her own. This time instead of just gripping the cords to ground herself; she wove herself into them, she melded with it and felt the edges fuse together. She was no longer holding the cords; holding implied a grip which could be broken; she was now fused to them, a part of them, they were an extension of herself.

/It is infuriating to be proven incorrect/ She pushed to him.

Riddick's laughter echoed off the walls of his dorm. /Get used to it, girl./

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Kaylee looked up at the knock on the doorframe of the engine room. "Jayne." A huge smile plastered itself across her face.

Jayne was considerably relived by the smile. "I got something for you, girl."

"For me?" Kaylee asked confused. "You didn't... I really didn't mean before that you had to give me stuff Jayne I was.." She stammered.

"I know." Jayne stopped her. "I'm a little thick sometimes, I didn't think I had to say nuthin' to you. I thought ya knew."

"I'm not River." Kaylee shrugged.

"Yeah... well... " Jayne shifted. He hadn't quite figured little Crazy out just yet and Kaylee's statement unnerved him slightly; but he forced himself to push those thoughts away. He had come down here with a purpose. He pulled a compact silver handgun from the back waistband of his pants. The gun had always been too small in his hands but he'd kept it anyway. "This is for you."

"A gun?" She was a little confused, but touched none the less. Jayne just didn't give away his girls.

"Yeah, well, back on Jiangyin I promised to teach you how to shoot proper, and I don't like thinkin' that iffin' we was to get in a pinch and I couldn't be there to protect ya, that ya couldn't do it yourself."

"You're giving me a gun so you know I'm safe?"

Jayne nodded. "'Sides," he tried to lighten the sudden atmosphere. "Don't look proper that Jayne Cobb's girl can't shot a gun."

Kaylee giggled. "What's her name?"

Any anxiety Jayne had been feeling about his gift dissipated instantaneously. "Betsy."

"Come here, you big lunkhead." She smiled as she threw her arms around his neck and crushed her lips against his. She stopped after only a moment and pulled away; tugging Jayne's arm for him to follow her further into the engine room.

If Jayne had thought his gift had earned him something special; he had been wrong, in one sense anyway. He looked at her confused when she stopped in front of an open panel. Kaylee giggled a little at his confusion. "Iffin' you're gonna teach me to shoot and share your girls, it's only right I share my girl with ya too. 'Sides," she grinned at him. "Don't look right iffin' Kaylee Frye's man can't tune an engine proper. Hand me that wrench there." Jayne was a little disappointed but happy Kaylee was over their fight handed her the wrench. "Okay, so this right here..."


End: For those of you wondering why I cut the whole gun in the suit thing out here's why: The writers checked with a gun expert to make that scene right. The expert was wrong. Vera would have fired fine without the suit and I figured Jayne would know that.

Side note: Sorry if the scene breaks came out funny... for some reason I couldn't get them to stay put, don't know if it was FF or me.

Til After Now.