Disclaimer: I am a high school senior, all I own are copies of Serenity, Firefly and Dark Angel Season 1. Everything else is owned by James Cameron and Joss Whedon, I only wish I owned Firefly.
Spoilers: Some for Serenity
Attached to one wall, about six and a half feet up, was a pair of shackles. And slumped below them, was a young woman, her wrists caught in the heavy chains above her.
Zoë's voice floated over the comm. "Jayne, what's wrong?"
"There's a problem." Jayne looked around the room, catching sight of the trunk he was after, just beside the girl.
"What problem?" Zoë's voice was filled with annoyance. "You said you could handle this."
"You never told me about no girl." Jayne bit back.
The girl groaned, drawing Jayne's attention once again. She lifted her head and opened her eyes, revealing their emerald depths. She stared at him from beneath thick, lowered lashes.
Jayne stared back at her, his blue eyes wide.
"Well, just get the merchandise and get out before she raises an alarm!" Zoë ordered over the comm..
"No she's not a..." Jayne stopped when the signal dissolved into static.
"Gorram sub-par equipment!" He cursed under his breath, pulling his earpiece out. He stared at the girl for a moment.
Jayne snatched up the surprisingly heavy trunk from beside the girl's half-crumpled form. She looked up at him silently as he gave her a hurried inspection. From her split lip to her ripped clothes, she was a sorry sight.
"Where's the key?" Jayne sighed, setting the trunk back down. When the girl stared blankly at him, he pointed to the shackles. "The key to your chains."
The girl opened her chapped, split lips to speak for the first time. "There, by your foot."
Jayne looked down at his boots, and caught sight of a silver key. He picked up the tarnished key, then quickly undid the poor girl's chains. As soon as the girl's wrists were free, she fell. Jayne easily caught her, but had only a second to enjoy the feel of warm, curvy woman, before the sound of voices down the hall reached him.
Jayne cursed and swung the girl carefully up onto his shoulder. Then he tucked the trunk under his other arm and ran out the door, down the hallway and out the front door. When he reached the waiting four-wheeler, he gingerly put the girl down and stowed the trunk. He climbed aboard the machine and motioned for the girl to climb on behind him. Once she was safely aboard, he gunned the engine and took off.
Behind them they could hear angry shouts as the men inside the building discovered that the room was now empty.