Mal was suiting up when a voice behind him objected. "I heard about the job," Inara stated. "Are you sure it's such a good idea?"
"Do you mean the job, or the fact that it's her who brought it to us?"
"Either."
"Look, I trust her as much as you do, which is why we ain't goin' in there unarmed. Regardin' the job, times're tough all around, and the new administration ain't helping. We take the jobs we can get."
"So you endanger the lives of the crew?"
"What?"
"Triumph, the Lassiter, the bank vault, remember those?"
"So our jobs can get a little knotted. The crew knows that. Why d'you think I brought Jayne on, as a decorator?"
"It's not Jayne I'm worried about."
"Well then, who are you worried about? Me? 'Cause if that's the case, don't. I can look after my own skin just fine, thanks."
"Life support's workin', Cap. " Kaylee announced as the airlock door closed.
"Then let's get out of these suits."
"Why?" Jayne asked, a certain Callahan rifle aimed at Saffron.
"Too bulky. Might be we need to move fast." Once the crew had removed the fairly non-maneuverable suits, Saffron led them down the corridor to the cargo hold. What the crew saw there stunned even them.
"It's empty. Knew we shouldn't'a trusted that jien-hwo (1)." Jayne stated as he started warming up Vera.
As soon as Jayne said that, the crew's attentions were drawn to the sound of several other guns being loaded from the corridor they'd just come out of. "Actually, it's quite full of my prize." Came a voice from behind them.
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