Firefly Mafia Round 4 Mafia Hit - Figure the odds

Serenity :: Dining Room :: Layla, Mafia

“Feeling lucky?”

Layla looked up sharply at the voice that interrupted her musings, startled, though her gaze turned to confusion after a moment.

“Huh?”

Her fellow passenger slid into the seat across from her and smiled.

“You’re rolling dice. I thought perhaps you were feeling lucky.”

Layla looked down at her hand, then laughed. It was a nervous habit, though in reality she shouldn’t be wasting good rolls. It seemed tonight she was getting the unlucky numbers out of her system, however. She tossed the dice again and frowned down at the snake eyes before regarding the other passenger once more.

“Not so much.”

The passenger nodded, once, and Layla gave a shrug and a grin before the length of rope wrapped around her neck, turning the grin to a grimace and her delicate shrug to desperate clawing at her neck.

The killer regarded the other conspirator for a long moment after it was all over before speaking, harshly.

“Yeah. Not so much.”

Serenity :: Cockpit :: Zoe, Mal, Wash

“I don’t like us bein’ beholden to no one!”

Zoe nodded with her usual stoicism. “Yes sir. We had no choice, sir.”

Mal gripped the back of the chair and scowled, as though this were Zoe’s fault and not his own, before shoving off violently and pacing the cabin. Wash kept his eyes on the screens in front of him as his chair was jostled about, though once Mal’s back was turned he tilted his head and gave Zoe a look. Zoe raised one eyebrow at Wash, and he turned back to his work.

“So now we gotta pull a job for this Niska.”

“Pay in trade, that’s what the men said.”

Wash piped up, adding brightly: “They shoulda just charged us an arm and a leg. Those we have a few too many of these days.”

Zoe kept her snort inward, not wanting Mal any more pissed than he was, and looked over at her captain, who still seemed quite distressed with the arrangement Niska’s people had come up with. “Gotta find us before they can call in their favor sir.”

Mal shook his head. “I’ve powerful little doubt he’ll find us when he needs us. And it’ll be the worst time possible for me and mine.”

Serenity :: Cargo Bay :: Mafia

“How much longer?”

“Not sure. Few hours? Hafta get further out, ‘way from the space station, feds won’t come near that.”

“And our reward?”

“All arranged. Just a matter of getting the Alliance and Serenity in the same place at the same time now.”

“Now if we can just get the goram crate open…”

“Don’t need to; it’s got Alliance markers all over it and they’re willing to chance it even not knowing what’s inside. Though they seemed a fair bit more interested in the ship than in the cargo we’re offerin’.”

“As long as we’re all getting what we want, I’m happy.”

Verileah 18 years ago
Serenity :: Dining Room :: Layla, Mafia

“Feeling lucky?”

Layla looked up sharply at the voice that interrupted her musings, startled, though her gaze turned to confusion after a moment.

“Huh?”

Her fellow passenger slid into the seat across from her and smiled.

“You’re rolling dice. I thought perhaps you were feeling lucky.”

Layla looked down at her hand, then laughed. It was a nervous habit, though in reality she shouldn’t be wasting good rolls. It seemed tonight she was getting the unlucky numbers out of her system, however. She tossed the dice again and frowned down at the snake eyes before regarding the other passenger once more.

“Not so much.”

The passenger nodded, once, and Layla gave a shrug and a grin before the length of rope wrapped around her neck, turning the grin to a grimace and her delicate shrug to desperate clawing at her neck.

The killer regarded the other conspirator for a long moment after it was all over before speaking, harshly.

“Yeah. Not so much.”

Serenity :: Cockpit :: Zoe, Mal, Wash

“I don’t like us bein’ beholden to no one!”

Zoe nodded with her usual stoicism. “Yes sir. We had no choice, sir.”

Mal gripped the back of the chair and scowled, as though this were Zoe’s fault and not his own, before shoving off violently and pacing the cabin. Wash kept his eyes on the screens in front of him as his chair was jostled about, though once Mal’s back was turned he tilted his head and gave Zoe a look. Zoe raised one eyebrow at Wash, and he turned back to his work.

“So now we gotta pull a job for this Niska.”

“Pay in trade, that’s what the men said.”

Wash piped up, adding brightly: “They shoulda just charged us an arm and a leg. Those we have a few too many of these days.”

Zoe kept her snort inward, not wanting Mal any more pissed than he was, and looked over at her captain, who still seemed quite distressed with the arrangement Niska’s people had come up with. “Gotta find us before they can call in their favor sir.”

Mal shook his head. “I’ve powerful little doubt he’ll find us when he needs us. And it’ll be the worst time possible for me and mine.”

Serenity :: Cargo Bay :: Mafia

“How much longer?”

“Not sure. Few hours? Hafta get further out, ‘way from the space station, feds won’t come near that.”

“And our reward?”

“All arranged. Just a matter of getting the Alliance and Serenity in the same place at the same time now.”

“Now if we can just get the goram crate open…”

“Don’t need to; it’s got Alliance markers all over it and they’re willing to chance it even not knowing what’s inside. Though they seemed a fair bit more interested in the ship than in the cargo we’re offerin’.”

“As long as we’re all getting what we want, I’m happy.”
Tor 18 years ago
*gurgle*

*thump*
Tor 18 years ago
*gurgle*

*thump*