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Malcolm Beauregard Reynolds ([personal profile] badinlatin) wrote2005-08-27 11:18 pm
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Mal-Zoe theft at the bank.

Shadow Planetary Financial Group. The global banking conglomerate that ate up any and all independent efforts folk laid out to control their own land. You either owed them somethin' or you worked for 'em, which meant you owed them somethin' anyway.

Mal and Zoe don't owe them jack shit. They owe Mal.

Collection's due.

It is just this thought of collection that hovers in Mal's head as he waltzes in through the front door of the bank and pistolwhips the first guard he comes across.

[identity profile] righthandwoman.livejournal.com 2005-08-30 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Zoe usually does her best to keep business and personal feelings seperate. Even so, sometimes she can't avoid mixing them. Sometimes she doesn't try.

The Warren farm on Agrona was family owned as long as it existed, but that wasn't for lack of trying on the part of folk like this. And it didn't mean they didn't have neighbors and friends who lost the struggle against being bought out.

So as she follows Mal through the front door and takes out the two security cameras, there's more than a bit of personal satisfaction.

[identity profile] righthandwoman.livejournal.com 2005-08-30 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
The other guard is apparantly more dedicated. He reaches for his gun, but doesn't have time to clear the holster before he finds himself looking down the barrel of Zoe's.

Very calmly, "These people's money ain't worth your life."

The guard seems to agree, and raises his hands. Zoe lowers her gun and swings her fist, and he's out.

[identity profile] righthandwoman.livejournal.com 2005-08-30 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
Zoe's chin lifts a bit as she recognizes the voice of the hundan who'd been at the ranch, their first day on Shadow. She keeps her gun trained on the cashier, but her eyes flick briefly towards Mal.

[identity profile] righthandwoman.livejournal.com 2005-08-30 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
For a moment after Mal speaks, there's dead silence. Nobody moves. Then,

"Sir. We came here to do a job."

[identity profile] righthandwoman.livejournal.com 2005-08-30 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
They leave the bank in tense silence. When they're a good enough distance away, Zoe glances sidelong at Mal.

"Sir, what was that back--"

Mal doesn't say anything, but there's a shake of the head and a grim expression she knows well enough. Whatever that was, it's not open for discussion.

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