<p>Three days after the brief fight on Patience, <i>The Intrepid</i> has landed back on Persephone. Jeffory leaves with Tito, Nix, and Ox to go see his black market contact, a man called "Badger". He's an odd man, around thirty, with a bowler cap, a cheap suit, and a cockney accent.
</p><p>"We've got your cargo" says Beaumont, "Time to pay up, Badger."
</p><p>"I don't think you really have a good grip on the situation..." says Badger, his feet kicked up on his desk. He tosses over an Alliance bulletin for a <i>Firefly Class</i> with stollen goods on board. "You were spotted by an Alliance patrol on your way back."
</p><p>"What??"
</p><p>"The goods are tagged, I can't take them."
</p><p>"C'mon, Badger, where else are we supposed to unload this stuff??"
</p><p>"Try Triumph, I hear they might have need for the stuff."
</p><p>"But Badger-"
</p><p>"<i>Good-bye, </i>Mr. Beaumont."
</p><p>One of Badger's guards points a machine gun in Beaumont's direction, and The Captain calmly walks back to his ship.
</p><p>(Opening Credits)
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<div class="quote"><i>Travian Sackett wrote: "Ah, the glorious captain hiding from his wife."</i></div>
<p>"I don't know what to do! She keeps followin' me everywhere! What would you do??" </p>
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<p>High Prince Imrahil wrote:
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<div class="quote">Travian Sackett wrote: "Ah, the glorious captain hiding from his wife."</i></div>
<p>"I don't know what to do! She keeps followin' me everywhere! What would you do??" </p>
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<p>"Not have gotten married in the first place."
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<div class="quote"><i>Travian Sackett wrote: <div class="quote">
<p>High Prince Imrahil wrote:
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<div class="quote">Travian Sackett wrote: "Ah, the glorious captain hiding from his wife."</i></div> "I don't know what to do! She keeps followin' me everywhere! What would you do??" </div>"Not have gotten married in the first place."
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<p>.*facepalm*
</p><p>"Well, thanks for your quick thinkin' and flawless problim' solvin' skills..."
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<div class="quote"><i>Edacnik wrote: She finds Nix, leaning against the wall. "Sup?"</i></div>
<p>She brushes a stray hair out of her face, and grins at him.
</p><p>"Surely nothing that would interest a big strong mercinary like you.. ."
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