Prologue
Long before the Firefly's crew went on their scuicidal flight, which he would never hear of, the young man gave a confident smile at Mal's voice. "You'll let us know if anyone else comes at you?" He didn't want to do it, really. He didn't want to betray them. At least, originally he hadn't. Still, his reasoning didn't matter anymore. It was done. "You'll be the first," he reassured the Captain, a fake confidence in his tone. Then he flipped the switch, cutting the feed with the Firefly.
Without looking at them, he could feel the presence of the guards, as if they were standing right around him, breathing down his neck, reminding him of what he'd done. "There. Toss me my thirty coin, but I got a newswave for you-" He was ready to tear these Feds a new earhole, let them know exactly how he felt about what he'd done, and tell them he knew the crew and there was no way the Alliance officers could defeat them if the wanted their broadcast made badly enough. He'd make sure of that. He'd make sure his last act in the 'Verse wasn't completely betraying Mal and his crew.
Still, he hadn't expected to feel the cold steel running smoothly through his stomach. He gasped in shock and pain, falling to the ground as the sword was pulled out. Mr. Universe was barely aware when he heard the Operative's cold voice. "Destroy it all."
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
A/N: More to come. Next: Senses-Part Two!