Title: Speak Your Piece
Author: Jmaria
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Joss owns all.
Summary: From the lips of one con artist to the ears of another . . .
challenge: #18--The Terrible, Horrible, Rotten, No Good Day.
Words: 309
Pairing: FfA #92 Lilah / Saffron (Firefly)
A/N: I made up Saffron's last name.
Speak Your Piece
The fact that she was dead and had been for the past five hundred years didn't make having a gun shoved into her face any more pleasurable. Since Wolfram & Hart had put the pieces together to form Blue Sun and in turn, the Alliance - they'd seen fit to pull her eternally binding contract. Right now, her mission was to connect with a woman known as Saffron.
The red-head had last been seen in an rim planet. Lilah had made some contacts out there, but she was much more comfortable on the core planets. Of course, her comfort levels didn't really matter to the senior partners. If they said jump, she'd do it.
"Miss Saffron Burrows, I presume."
"You can presume all you want, lady. Only time I went by that name, I was in that bastard Mal Reynolds company. And I was Mrs. Reynolds."
"Yes, my firm is quite aware of that," Lilah tried to keep her calm, but the woman was crying to be slapped.
"Your firm?"
"We've been keeping a close eye on you, Saffron. For your own safety, I recommend that you get this gun out of my face."
"Do you think you frighten me?" Saffron scoffed.
"I should."
Lilah ran a finger over the old scar on her throat. The senior partners had given her an option to disclose certain information to whomever she chose.
"See this? I got this for crossing certain boundaries. You are about to cross similar lines. Seeking revenge on Malcolm Reynolds is unwise at this juncture."
"How -"
"We know everything, Eliza Morgan."
"What -"
"Just trying to bring you into the family business."
There was a loud bang and Lilah was blinded for a moment. Damn ungrateful brat. Well, this day wasn't going as well as she'd hoped. She'd have to have a talk with her great-niece.