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Malcolm Reynolds was eyeing the uniformed men and the frozen figures of his crew, those in the loading bay leastways. Figures that River musta sensed something – he thought – here’s hoping that tricksy ...

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Squashed and jostled in the cramped interior of the Bus, Simon Tam held onto the leathered ceiling strap with white knuckles and stared at the floor, his eyes deliberately unfocused. Wearing his glasses ...

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“So, this the Cathouse?” Jayne Cobb dumped the flight case down and peered around with a lack of enthusiasm that was uncharacteristic. “Aint nuthin fancy, huh.” The interior of the shuttle had been ...

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[b]Drive season ii.4– Man on Fire:[/b] He was a driving on fire – he was a man on fire, scalded by the hot flames wriggling up from the inside of him – he was burning up from the inside. He needed ...