Jayne finished off his final set, and dropped the dumbbells to the floor. Mal was coming down the steps and obviously had something important to talk about. Jayne stood and walked over to the foot of the stairs, looking up at the captain.
"What is it Captain? We got a Job?"
"Badger." Mal said, a slight worry in his voice. "Says he's got an opportunity for us to move a shipment for a client of his"
"Okay, sounds like an easy job, what's the problem?" said Jayne, an easy job sounded too good to be true at the moment.
"Well he won't say, who we are takin this to, or what it is we're delviverin."
"Yea but we done shady jobs like this before, aint nothing new there Mal."
"Yea I know, and this will pay us real well, and I mean real gorram well. I got a nervousness about this." Mal said softly, his anxiety clear in his voice. "Badger wants us to meet to pick up the cargo, and discuss how this job goes down, I want you ready in half hour."
"We got this Captain, I'm sure of it, and don't you worry about Badger." Jayne said, tapping his hip, drawing the captain's gaze to the pistol hanging from it. With Jayne you could bet it wasn't the only firearm nearby, and there was probably a knife in his boots.
"Let's hope it don't come to that." Said Mal walking back up the stairs and passed Inara who was walking back to her shuttle. The two exchanged a polite nod, but nothing more. Jayne wondered how much she had heard. Not that it mattered a great deal, it's just that usually when jobs got dangerous Inara liked to moan about it, and that started a row with the captain which would just give Jayne a headache.
Grabbing his towel off the floor Jayne headed back to his bunk to sharpen his knife and pick out a bigger gun, he knew he was never looked upon as bright, but even he knew not to trust Badger. He reached for a sawn off shotgun he had picked up on their last job. Time to see what you can do, if it comes it. Thought Jayne, as if he had a telepathic connection to his guns.