On the look out.

[delun]

Fredrick sat on a bench in Ezra's main space port. He read the newspaper and smoked a large cigar; all while trying to look like wasn't paying any attention to his surroundings. He was however paying very close attention to everything and everyone that passed by.

Although he was dressed like a tourist, he wore tan cargo shorts, a wife beater, sandals and a woven wicker hat, this was purely a business trip.

[james]

As James approached this tourist, he had a strange feeling about him, but he told himself 'it just paranoia, nothing else, just ask for help. I am sure he won't mind'. Just trying to cut to the chase, and still be polite, "Excuse me sir, I hope I'm not bothering you. You look into your newspaper, but would you know of any ships headed toward Regina?" he asked slightly unknowingly if he would even get a response.

[delun]

Fredrick looked as though he was trying to recall something. He pulled the cigar out of his mouth and put it out on the bench. I don't believe I have heard about any ships headed that way. Then again I am not going at way myself, so I don't really know. To be completly honest with you."

[james]

James stood there, kind of awkwardly as he listened to this stranger. "Oh, well thanks for the honesty. I'm James" as he reached a hand out "Would you happen to know the owner of that, um... firefly over there?" pointing toward the firefly with his other hand. "I kind of want to meet the captain... keeping one of those in the sky must be one hell of time, or they have one hell of a mechanic."

[takeyouaway]

Mal was headed back to Serenity. It had been a long, hard day. He had just finished one job and was looking for another. He’d been dealing with the same people he had since Miranda. Everyone he normally stayed at or dealt with had been killed, so he had to look for new business. But getting the message out had brought him new opportunities. Just, he was itching for something new and exciting.

He couldn’t help but overhear two men talking about his ship. Respectfully, he had to stop and ask. “Excuse me, but may I ask about the inquires of my ship?” Mal didn’t care if he was eavesdropping or butting into a conversation. That was how he was.

[james]

James took a set back in shock, "oh, umm... well I was wondering if I could take a look at the engine room... and the bridge, well the entire ship. Kinda Curious..." James took another look at the man.. "You a Browncoat?"

[[OOC: If this isn't up to par... its all because right now i have a small case of writers block]]

[delun]

Fredrick picked up his cigar off of the bench, put it into his mouth and looked that the time on his watch. " Took you long enough" Then he pulled out a large automatic pistol and grab James around the neck. He put the barrel of the gun to James' head and pulled back the firing hammer. "Now Mr. Reynolds if you would be so kind as to drop your weapons and come with me before in put a bullet in this fine young man's brain pan I would be much obliged."

[james]

James wasn't all that shocked, he didn't think he could trust this man, and it seems he was right. James didn't know what was worse, the fact that he was now a hostage, or that he could hardly do anything about it! "hey, don't do what he said... let him try to shoot me!" knowing fully that no matter what he did, someone wasn't going to walk away from this.

[takeyouaway]

Mal nodded. “You’re welcome to…” but he trailed off there and put his hands up a bit. “Whoa, there is no need for violence. We’re all friends here.” Taking off his belt with his gun hidden under his coat, he kicked it behind a box and put an ‘X’ there for one of his crew to find. He didn’t want no trouble. He would fight when his time came, but right now wasn’t his time.

[delun]

"You don't want to be the hero boy and go making yourself dead. I not want to kill Mr. Reynolds or you, but if it comes down to havin' to I will put the both of you on a slab if I must."

Fredrick looked Malcolm right in the eyes. "You don't want me to bring death to this boy on your account. I can see it in your eye. He pushed the gun a little harder to James' temple.

"I am glad that you are a man of honor Mr. Reynolds. Now I want you to walk over here nice and slow like. He relaxed his grip on his gun a little bit and stopped putting so much pressure on James' head. Once you get on over here you and Mr. James here are going to be switching places ya hear."


[No Double POsting Delun! Deleted and Morphed Togehter]
((OOC:only double posted because you ninjaed me lol))

[takeyouaway]

“Ok, ok! Just put the gun down and let the boy go.” James had his whole life ahead of him. “It’s me you want, not him, so just let him go.” Moving forward, he made as to go with him. This boy didn’t need to be shot on his account. No, he’d shot a young man himself before to save him the torture of Reavers, but even that was hard for Mal. As he moved forward, he ushered the man to move slow as well. There was no reason for him to make any sudden movements and mess it all up.

[james]

James started to try to inch away from the pistol, and as so he took a good long look at both this 'Mr. Reynolds', and this man who he had had him by the throat. Not entirely sure what to do if and when he is released, should he turn and run, try to help Mr. Reynolds, or try to find the crew of his ship.

[delun]

Feeling James try to slip away Fredrick tightened his grip around the boys neck and pushed the gun back against his temple. "I ain't plannin on let you go til I get what I'm after. As Malcolm slowly inched closer Fredrick shoved he boy away from him and with a well placed kick to the back of James' knee knock him to the ground. Then he swiftly moved to to grab Malcolm around the neck. Once he had a hold of him he placed his gun to Mal's head. "Now run along young'n. I know your head is fill with all kinds of heroic thoughts, but now ain't the time to be conjuring any into actions. This ain't your problem anymore.

[james]

James quickly looked back at Mr. Reynolds and the man who had grabbed him. "Your Lucky I'm Unarmed!" as he finished, he got up as quickly as possible and took off running toward the Firefly in search of anyone that could help the man who had just essentially saved his life.

[Out - Cargo Bay]

[takeyouaway]

Mal looked at the man from the corner of his eye, the grip around his neck tight. He wanted to say something, but didn’t know what. Moving his eyes around, he asked the man, “So where are we going? Cause I doubt you want to stay out in sight on this rock.”