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Bang!Squish. They were down, the first. Will glanced over at the stationery Jayne with a slight smirk flavouring her face. “You remember Mal puttin’ me in charge? ‘Cause I do. ‘N I gave y’ a direct order.” Will instead turned and led the way, swapping out her rifle for the automatic strapped to her leg. “Shwai, y’ hear that?” She asked after a moment of silent walking. There were… noises amongst the ruins. Not echoes of their breath or feet, noises from outside of their own persons. Noises that made Will think of, “Reavers.” She breathed.

“Y’ been here four years. I been here…longer.” Jayne smirked back, “Ain’t no amount ‘f Mal puttin’ you in charge is gonna put y’ in charge. I’ll listen, if it suits, it makes sense, it won’t get my ass kicked by Zoe…” He shrugged, and loosened the guns around his person. Lux was in his hands, ready and waiting to bite. Then Will stopped, and Jayne almost ran right into her. He listened, and felt the panic and fear begin to seep in. Jayne wouldn’t show that, though. Instead, he clenched his jaw, and took the lead. It had become too quiet before, not enough shouting and gun blasts… and now they knew why. Gorram Reavers still bouncing around the ‘verse, like a gorram plague. Every one that had a bullet put in it was better off that way,

Will let Jayne take the lead, and hooked a finger in his belt to follow along, walking backward. Goosepimples raised on her arms as she listened to the sounds of Reavers. The sounds of humans feasting on humans. Corrupted and despoiled as they were, Reavers were still human. Will knew all about Miranda - she’d seen that wave, after all - but she wished she didn’t. It was easier to think of them as creatures, monsters, abominations, rather than what once were human. If a chemical in the air could do that to people, what lived inside herself? One of them, or an apathetic death?

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Will looked back over the half ruined wall, just a glance, at the people shooting at them. They were much the same as the crew of Serenity, just on a different ship. But Jayne was right. They’d spread brain matter and viscera if they got the chance. There would be no mercy, from them. Someone saw, and Will barely ducked back behind the wall in time, and felt the impact into thick metal next to her head. She pulled her wrist from Jayne’s hand, and wound her fingers through his. “You go. Find River ‘n Zo. I’ll take these gorram back-berths out.” Her pistol slid easily back into the holster under her arm, and she slid her rifle off her back. “What y’ waitin’ for!? Go!” Will hissed, and pushed Jayne off with her foot.

The rifle barrel fit easily into a dent made by a high calibre bullet, and Will slowed her breathing to line up the first shot, the first victim in her sights.

Jayne wasn’t about to leave. He’d been around Mal too long, and his sense of selfishness and self-preservation over all else had very much faded, faded in light of Will, as well. Damn that gorram Browncoat, Jayne thought silently to himself. If he did leave, Zoe’d just tell him to get his ass back to Will, that they never leave anyone to go toe-to-toe, alone.

Willender was always so poised when she was shooting properly, straight backed and focused on her mark. Jayne just sat back and watched her. She was an unstoppable force when she had that face on, and Jayne just wished he could’ve seen her take out that retinue of Alliance lawmen from the sky, sitting on the edge of Serenity’s door. Instead, he’d been locked up, one part of the reason for Will’s stunt.

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Will looked down at Jayne, stoic and determined. But she dropped, at his asking. How couldn’t she, with those blue eyes looking up at her. “Fine,“ she groaned, “but we gotta do somethin’. We lose this, we don’t get paid, Mal’s gonna be pissed. We’re gon’ be hungry.” She took the time to check over and reload her revolvers. The automatic pistol on her hip hadn’t seen use yet, nor had her Anabelle - her rifle. “C’mon, shwai, don’t look so worried about me.”

Jayne laughed. “Think I don’t know that? Been on this boat longer ‘n you, darlin’.” Will’s deceptions with Galaea Greenstone had brought them a whole lot of money, but with the present company on the ship, accessing that money wasn’t an option. It didn’t bother Jayne so much. This is what he did, this is what he was good at. This was his life. “We’re stayin’ low. I know y’ shoot better ‘n y’ have been.” He turned and grabbed Will’s wrist, so she’d stop and listen. “Stop pullin’ back.”

Will looked back over the half ruined wall, just a glance, at the people shooting at them. They were much the same as the crew of Serenity, just on a different ship. But Jayne was right. They’d spread brain matter and viscera if they got the chance. There would be no mercy, from them. Someone saw, and Will barely ducked back behind the wall in time, and felt the impact into thick metal next to her head. She pulled her wrist from Jayne’s hand, and wound her fingers through his. “You go. Find River ‘n Zo. I’ll take these gorram back-berths out.” Her pistol slid easily back into the holster under her arm, and she slid her rifle off her back. “What y’ waitin’ for!? Go!” Will hissed, and pushed Jayne off with her foot.

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“Seein’ as how I’ve personally witnessed y’ almost die, and not, more times ‘n I wanna count, no.” Jayne sighed. Bullets flew all around them, and the blasts of guns made it near on impossible to talk. “Sit your ass down, ‘fore y’ get a bullet t’ the brainpan. That ain’t so easy t’ fix as a hole in the stomach, Will.Won’t be able t’ carry y’ back like that.” Willender frustrated Jayne no end. Constantly throwing herself at the danger to make sure she was the one hurt, not the others.