Malcolm Beauregard Reynolds (
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.
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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.
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"They don't pay you enough to cause trouble wi' me, do they?"
The guard quickly nods in agreement, his hands above his head before Mal even thought to ask.
"Duibuqi, then." Mal punches the guard. Don't have enough people with him to let him sit there and try anything.
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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.
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"The deeds. Hand 'em over."
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There's a shadow in the back doorway, lit from behind by old fluorescent lamps hanging over an older desk. There is an outline of a folded paper in his hand.
"I'm afraid you can't have them, Mr. Reynolds."
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There's *got* to be somethin' here I can use...
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"I finally won. You never thought I would, but I did. I hold the power. You hold your father's gun and nothin' else."
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"Didn't even recognize you 'til you mentioned my ba's gun. You changed your name. Did you do it before or after my ma fired you?" Mal's mouth slid upward to a smile. "Ain't my fault you tried to steal from my mother, Denton."
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Denton continues: "'Course she invited David up for beefsteak and fancy dinners almost every night. He was too good to stay with regular folk like us."
Mal watches Denton's head tilt to one side and sneer, "Wonder if he's eatin' well in hell these days?"
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"Go find out."
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"Sir. We came here to do a job."
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Mal bends to pick up the piece of paper out of Denton's hand, and walks to the cashier's window, where the man behind the bars had placed all remaining deeds he had access to, as Mal shoves them roughly in his inside coat pocket.
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"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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He'll tell Zoe later.
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