Missing Persons Report 11/?
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garnigalTitle: Missing Persons Report
Fandom: Firefly
Prompt: Trump Card
Warnings: None
Rating: G (so far)
Word Count: 593
Summary: The crew is making new friends and taking new jobs.
Mal was exhausted by the time he headed back to the ship. The Alliance officers had held him for six hours, asking the same questions over and over, hoping to confuse him and trap him. They weren’t real pleased with him, but they didn’t have any trump card, nothing they could hold him on. Still, he figured it’d be best if they headed out into the Black just as soon as they could.
It was a good long hike back to the ship, and Mal was feeling pretty dry and dusty when Serenity finally came in view. He hoped River heard him coming and had the engines warmed up. And wasn’t that a freakish concept.
Just one more hill to climb and he’d be back on the ship. Twenty more minutes and he’d be safe in the air. Couple of hours, and he could finally fall into his bunk and sleep for...
“The feeling of a gun muzzle pressed between my shoulder blades is surprisingly distinctive,” Mal said as he raised his hands into the air slowly. “It only needs to happen once or twice before you’ve got it pretty well memorized. It’s the body on the other end of the gun that’s the question. They’re behind you, and you surely ain’t gonna turn around to see who it is, so you’re stuck wondering just who is back there? What awful misunderstanding put you on the wrong end of this weapon?”
Mal spun around and yanked the gun out of Dr. Leri’s surprised grip. Levelling the weapon at her, he smiled. “Less’n you’re me. If you’re me, you’ll turn around and hope to Buddha that you’re faster than whoever’s on the other end. So far, I always have been.”
Rosalind Leri was a petite Chinese woman, dressed in a white coat and still smelling strongly of smoke. Right now she was covered in dust; Mal figured she must have been waiting out here for at least a couple hours, hoping to ambush him on the way back to the ship.
Covered in dust and not half mad. And living in close quarters had given him plenty of experience in recognizing crazy. He couldn’t help but take a step back when her maddened, flashing dark eyes fixed on him. A step back wasn’t gonna hurt though; guns are distance weapons after all.
The step back didn’t help much though, as the tiny woman rounded on him, spitting some of the most inventive name calling he’d ever heard. She kept screaming, kept crowding in on him, until he had no choice.
He hit her in the head with the butt of the rifle.
She dropped like a rock. He nudged her gently with his boot; too many people had faked unconsciousness for him to fall for that trick… at least not this time. He had no doubt she was totally out, the way she flopped at his nudge. He looked back at the ship, still twenty minutes uphill from where he was standing.
“He chu-sheng za-jiao de zang-huo! I’m humped if I’m gonna carry your crazy ass back to the ship after you held a gorram gun to my back! And the last thing I need is another crazy person on my ship. I’ve already got more’n my quota of tiny little crazy women.”
A brisk wind blew up around him as Serenity filled the sky. Still muttering imprecations against feng la doctors with no idea how to handle weapons, he hauled Dr Leri’s inert body up the ramp and slapped the bay closing button.
Fandom: Firefly
Prompt: Trump Card
Warnings: None
Rating: G (so far)
Word Count: 593
Summary: The crew is making new friends and taking new jobs.
Mal was exhausted by the time he headed back to the ship. The Alliance officers had held him for six hours, asking the same questions over and over, hoping to confuse him and trap him. They weren’t real pleased with him, but they didn’t have any trump card, nothing they could hold him on. Still, he figured it’d be best if they headed out into the Black just as soon as they could.
It was a good long hike back to the ship, and Mal was feeling pretty dry and dusty when Serenity finally came in view. He hoped River heard him coming and had the engines warmed up. And wasn’t that a freakish concept.
Just one more hill to climb and he’d be back on the ship. Twenty more minutes and he’d be safe in the air. Couple of hours, and he could finally fall into his bunk and sleep for...
“The feeling of a gun muzzle pressed between my shoulder blades is surprisingly distinctive,” Mal said as he raised his hands into the air slowly. “It only needs to happen once or twice before you’ve got it pretty well memorized. It’s the body on the other end of the gun that’s the question. They’re behind you, and you surely ain’t gonna turn around to see who it is, so you’re stuck wondering just who is back there? What awful misunderstanding put you on the wrong end of this weapon?”
Mal spun around and yanked the gun out of Dr. Leri’s surprised grip. Levelling the weapon at her, he smiled. “Less’n you’re me. If you’re me, you’ll turn around and hope to Buddha that you’re faster than whoever’s on the other end. So far, I always have been.”
Rosalind Leri was a petite Chinese woman, dressed in a white coat and still smelling strongly of smoke. Right now she was covered in dust; Mal figured she must have been waiting out here for at least a couple hours, hoping to ambush him on the way back to the ship.
Covered in dust and not half mad. And living in close quarters had given him plenty of experience in recognizing crazy. He couldn’t help but take a step back when her maddened, flashing dark eyes fixed on him. A step back wasn’t gonna hurt though; guns are distance weapons after all.
The step back didn’t help much though, as the tiny woman rounded on him, spitting some of the most inventive name calling he’d ever heard. She kept screaming, kept crowding in on him, until he had no choice.
He hit her in the head with the butt of the rifle.
She dropped like a rock. He nudged her gently with his boot; too many people had faked unconsciousness for him to fall for that trick… at least not this time. He had no doubt she was totally out, the way she flopped at his nudge. He looked back at the ship, still twenty minutes uphill from where he was standing.
“He chu-sheng za-jiao de zang-huo! I’m humped if I’m gonna carry your crazy ass back to the ship after you held a gorram gun to my back! And the last thing I need is another crazy person on my ship. I’ve already got more’n my quota of tiny little crazy women.”
A brisk wind blew up around him as Serenity filled the sky. Still muttering imprecations against feng la doctors with no idea how to handle weapons, he hauled Dr Leri’s inert body up the ramp and slapped the bay closing button.
