She stood in the dirt and wind of a world that had turned its back on what it truely was. She wore her browncoat buttoned up to her chin. She was fourty but looked to be in her late twenties with a smile that still drove many a young man wild. She'd hoped her lazy, good for nothin' son would have been by her side in this deal, but he'd made off for a drink.
She'd deal with that later.
She could see the dirt rising in the distance, a long convoy heading her way after the chest under her left boot. She smiled out of the left side of her mouth and ran a hand through her short cropped brown hair until she hit the scar tissue near the top of her scalp. Distant memories of her late husband flooded her thoughts, he'd been the doctor who'd put her skull back together after taking a bullet.
His lucky charm, he'd called her. Its funny, after the way he'd died protecting her on the battle fields eight years or so ago she didn't feel so lucky. She pushed the thoughts aside, now was niether the time or the place.
The first wagon of the convey pulled up and a powerfully ugly man stepped out, Mr. O he called himself. Fancied himself a buisness man, truth is he was just blackmarket skum like the rest of them. Not that she cared, a jobs a job. She'd heard that from Malcolm Reynolds and it'd stuck in her head. She had to admit it fit in these hard times. Now all she did was fly her junk ship around trying to find port and dealing with the dirtest skum suckers that even Mal wouldn't touch.
"Hello, Mr. O," she said with a grin.
"Elizibeth," he said hobbling out of his wagon seat.
El had to stop herself from shaking her head, as big and powerfull as Mr. O was in the underworld, he was the opposite in person. Small with a gimp leg, a massive under bite, and a hump on his back he almost reminded her of the old Frankenstien's assistant, Igor.
"I trust," he breathed, "All the goods are in the chest, correct?"
"Everything you paid for," El said.
He smiled up at her through a mouth full of broken teeth, "Excellent, My Dear. Now for your payment." He flicked his hands and the guns of his men where now aimed at her.
Within a heartbeat, El had her arm around Mr. O's neck with her own gun aimed at his temple. She smiled up at his men, "Now, if I'm understanding this correctly if I kill him none of you get paid right?"
His men looked at each other in confusion, none wanting to make the first move. El took that as her assupmtion was correct. She leaned in close to Mr. O, "So, where's my money, Orevile?"
He coughed about from the pressure around his throat, "Its in the wagon. Its in the wagon!"
"Thanks," she turned to her com unit in her collar, "Dor, bring Toto 'round."
"You got it, Cap'n!" the bright eyed ginger called. The ship rose over the mountians and towards the waiting convoy. The drop hatch fell open and it landed, El waved the two in the wagon to move towards the hatch with the cash.
After it had all been moved in she moved to the hatch herself, Mr. O still in her arms. When she reached the hatch she kissed him on the cheek, though it revolted her to do so she had an appearance to keep up, "Maybe next time you'll treat a lady right." She shoved him out of the way, "Dor, close the hatch."
Mr. O seemed even uglier when he was upset, he screamed at his men, "Open fire you dolts!" They obeyed peppering the ship with gunfire but Toto was already in the air and flying away.
El wandered to a com panel on the ships walls and hit the button for the bridge, "Dor, get ahold of my son."
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