Firefly - Jayne, Zoë, Saffron
“My dear Saffron!” gushes the governor, hands outstretched. “I was hoping you’d take me up on my invitation-“
“Yeah, about that,” says Saffron and shoots him in the knee.
“Hey, I’m in charge here!” protests Jayne.
“Uh huh,” says Zoë, pulling the governor’s hands behind his back to cuff him. “You can be in charge now.”
“How dare you, you filthy criminals…”
“Yeah, heard it all before. Maybe before you do that, we’ll take you to that shipwreck out in Beya Canyon, lock you up inside and let you breathe real deep of what you killed all them folks with?”
***
There’s a change of tune after that; there always is. There’s promises, which none of them are interested in, and money, which is better, but best of all is when Saffron takes out the little turd’s other kneecap and he starts hollerin’ about medicines he’s got hoarded away.
Saffron grabs his thin hair and yanks back his face. “Medicine?”
“Yes, yes, vaccines too, for the virus – I swear, there’s patches for hundreds downstairs, I’ll let you have them all, if you’ll just see reason and-”
“Never did see reason real well,” Jayne confides amicably, and shoots him in the face.
***
“Well this was a mess,” Zoë comments as their glider shoots out of the council grounds. “When they find him-“
“Find what?” Jayne asks, plopping back in his seat. The explosion comes three seconds later as the council house blows up.
“Jayne! No one mentioned grenades!”
“’Xactly, no one said not to. Anyway, lookit all them meds! Doc’s gonna be so happy about this, I might get really lucky and-”
“A whole lot of people still need treatment urgently.”
“Oh yeah. Bugger.”
“And the rest…. I really don’t need to hear about.”
Saffron sidles closer. “I don’t mind listening some.”