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This job wasn't going to go as planned, Charlie could feel it in her bones. She looked over her shoulder anxiously. Mal, Jayne and Cal sat across from a sleazy looking guy backed by his two no-neck gun-toting goons.
Charlie listened in with her enhanced hearing.
"What do you mean fifty percent?" Mal half-shouted. "We agreed on twenty-five."
"Too bad." The slimy little man motioned to his thugs. They reached for their weapons.
Charlie turned to River, who was next to her at the bar. River nodded silently at Charlie's thoughts. They stood up and walked across the room to the table, drawing the attention of the oily businessman and his hired guns.
"Do you know these women captain?" The man said sneeringly as the brutes behind him leered at the two young women.
"These are my men's wives." Mal nodded approvingly as River and Charlie gave vacant smiles. "Not the sharpest tools in the engine room if you get my drift, but pretty nonetheless."
The old man and his "associates" immediately dismissed the presence of the two women.
"So, it's either fifty percent, or we kill you and take it all." The two blockheads drew their weapons. I'd put those away if I were you." Mal said, his voice deadly soft.
"Or what?" The wrinkled man in the business suit replied, not taking him seriously.
Mal nodded to River and Charlie, and they sprang into action. Before either hired gun could blink, the young women had snatched away their weapons, dismantled them, and threw them to the floor.
After a second, still gaping, the old man put up his hands. "Okay, okay. We'll take the twenty-five percent!"
These last chapters are pretty short, but are coming in rapid succession. Only one left. Then it's FREEDOM time.
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