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Hi! I've been a fan of Firefly for a long time, but I just found this community through a friend's recommendation. She thought some fellow Browncoats might enjoy the Firefly/Resident Evil fic I'm currently working on, so I've brought over the first two parts and will post the rest as it comes. Let me know what you think!

 

Title: Truth.
Author:</a></font></b></a>magicom 
Rating: General
Pairing: Alice/Carlos, Kaylee/Simon
Disclaimer: Characters not mine. No money changing hands. Just for fun.
Summary: The crew of Serenity get a job offer from Claire Redfield, who may know a thing or two about River and the other children - and thinks there are a whole lot of other people in the 'Verse who should know about it too. 
Notes: Takes place in the Firefly 'Verse, after Serenity (the BDM, not the pilot episode - contains potential spoilers from whole series and movie), with RE characterizations from the movie series.

Truth.

PART ONE

Captain Malcolm Reynolds stood on a dirty, sparse patch of prairie with his first mate Zoe Washburn and his enforcer Jayne Cobb. He didn’t figure on needing that kind of muscle for a meeting with a fellow ex-Independent soldier (or ‘Browncoat’ as people called them), but as Jayne was so fond of telling him: what he planned and what took place ain’t ever exactly been similar. With the war over, there was no telling what folk got up to these days. Maybe Claire was on the level, and maybe she wasn’t. He hadn’t seen her in years. Not since the war. Now she was a freighter captain, like him – he hadn’t known that until she’d sent him the wave. Thinking on it, he was surprised he’d never run into her on Persephone or some backwater moon. They must not travel in the same shady circles. She had asked for this meeting, but wouldn’t tell him what it was about. She couldn’t talk about it in a wave, had to be in person; somewhere open, where they couldn’t be bugged. All she’d said was that she had a job going on that he might want to be joining forces with them for. Said it would serve their ‘mutual interests’, but was too big for either of them alone. Made him wonder what in the hell she knew about his interests anyway. Made him curious enough to come here and find out. She’d been the good sort when he’d known her.
 
They heard the engine of a small craft before they saw it. When it arrived, the driver – a dark-haired man in his mid-thirties with a familiar face that Mal couldn’t place – pulled it up next to theirs with expert ease. The driver, Claire, and a second woman climbed off and approached them. Mal had never seen the other woman before. He believed he most certainly would have remembered it if he had. She wasn’t stunningly exotic like the Companion, Inara Sera, that booked passage on his own ship, but she was a striking beauty, nonetheless. She had a lithe, athletic build and intense eyes that burned a brilliant turquoise blue. She was quiet and watchful, her gaze seeming to cut right through to your soul… Mal practically had to shake himself when he realized that he was staring at the mysterious blonde and directed his attention to Claire.
 
“Redfield,” he said jovially. “Long time, no see.”
 
“To put it mildly,” she answered, giving Zoe a nod in greeting before turning back to Mal. She didn’t know Jayne and didn’t seem interested in introductions. “Look, Mal,” she said, getting right to the point, “I came to you with this first, because I trust you more than anyone else and I know you have as much a stake in this business as I do. If you’re not up for it, I’ll understand. I know you won’t rat us to the Alliance.”
 
“And what exactly would ‘this business’ entail?” he asked. Getting straight to the point was her style. Dancing around the issue was not.
 
She looked at the man standing beside her for a moment, almost like his presence reassured her of their goal. She turned her attention back to Mal. “A high-security Alliance facility,” she said grimly. She clearly didn’t like the idea of it any more than she thought he would. Whatever she wanted from there must be pretty damn important to her. His problem was that she seemed to think it should be pretty damn important to him too.
 
“Aw, HELL no!” Jayne exclaimed from behind Mal. “Alliance ain’t got nothin’ worth that kinda trouble.”
 
Claire spared him a brief, skeptical look before returning her gaze to Mal. Mal continued the conversation as though Jayne hadn’t spoken.
 
“What kind of goods are we talkin’ about here?” he asked, all business now.
 
“No goods,” she said with a terse shake of her head. “Something more valuable: information.”
 
Jayne gave an audible grunt of disgust.
 
“Information?” Mal echoed dubiously.
 
Those determined, steely eyes that he remembered locked onto his. “The Alliance has been experimenting on human beings for years. We want to blow it open and find out exactly what’s been done… and to whom. How many victims are there? We get solid proof and make it known.”
 
“That’s it?” Mal replied. “Expose the Alliance’s little assassin farms? Where’s the percentage in it?” He wasn’t challenging her choice of a target, he just wanted to find out why.
 
“We have our reasons for wanting to know,” she told him. “I thought you might too.”
 
“Why would you think that?” he asked cagily.
 
“River Tam.”
 
Mal said nothing.
 
“She’s with your crew, Mal. That’s known to some. We didn’t come here to make your life difficult, but I thought if anyone wanted answers as much as we did, it would be you. If you don’t, then walk away. No hard feelings.” She shrugged. “Your broadwave of the Miranda recording damaged the regime,” she added. “This kind of thing could bring them down.”
 
Mal could see turquoise eyes on him out of the corner of his vision. “With the Alliance in such a precarious position, they’re like to fight twice as hard to hold onto their power,” he commented. “I’ll have to discuss it with my crew.”
 
“Understood,” Claire responded. “Give me a wave when you make up your mind. We’ll be in orbit.”
 
Claire nodded to her two companions and they climbed back into their speeder and raced away across the prairie. Mal stared after them for a moment. It was quite a proposal. Probably impossible. He shrugged and climbed onto the mule with Zoe and Jayne.
 
The ride back to Serenity was a quiet one. The mule’s engines were loud and didn’t make for easy conversation. Mal used the time to mull over his conversation with Claire. They had their reasons? Mal was very curious to know what those might be.
 
When they landed in Serenity’s cargo bay, Jayne strode off with his guns and ammunition, but Zoe lingered, waiting to speak to Mal. He’d served with Zoe for a long time. Since the death of her husband, their former pilot, Zoe had smiled a great deal less. She was more like she’d been during the war: reserved, stoic, professional. Unhappy. He recognized the specific expression on her face now. Something was irking her and it was usually best to hear what was on her mind. She tended to notice things he didn’t. He was a big picture kind of guy. Zoe was more detail-oriented.
 
“Sir, did you recognize the man with Claire today?” she asked.
 
Mal shrugged. “Looked kinda familiar, I guess. Why?”
 
“It was Carlos Olivera,” she said firmly. There was no trace of doubt in her voice.
 
Carlos Olivera had been one of the Alliance’s most well-known officers during the war. He served on the front lines, leading battalions against the Independents. He had quite a serious rep for winning battles with cunning strategy and old-fashioned guts. Some folk said he won the war for the Alliance. He was their poster boy. So what was a decorated Alliance war hero doing marauding about with an ex-Independent and her crew on a cargo ship?
 
“Olivera? Are you sure?”
 
Zoe nodded. “I know his face, sir.”
 
Mal nodded thoughtfully. “What do you think Claire’s doing with someone like that at her back? Do you think he’s a plant?”
 
“I don’t know, sir. But I think it’s something we should find out before we agree to anything.”
 
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Mal was going to call the crew together right away to discuss Claire’s proposition, but the addition of Olivera to the mix didn’t sit right with him. He needed to talk to Claire. Alone. He sent her a wave asking for the meeting. She invited him to her ship. He took one of his shuttles over, against Zoe’s advice. She thought he should have back up, but the point of this meeting was to talk to Claire alone. He had to make the gesture. When he arrived at the ship, it was Olivera that opened the hatch and let him in. Mal looked him over distastefully and asked for Claire. Olivera raised an eyebrow slightly, then led him to a small lounge on one of the lower decks. Claire’s ship was both a bit bigger and a bit newer than Serenity. Claire gave Olivera a nod and he left.
 
She looked up at Mal. “Have a seat,” she told him, indicating an empty chair with a wave of her hand as she put her feet up on the low table in front of her. He eyed it restlessly for a moment before sitting in it. “So?” she asked, noticing his agitated demeanour. “I take it you didn’t come here to accept my proposal. What can I do for you?”
 
Mal looked over his shoulder for a moment to make sure Olivera was gone, then turned back to Claire. “That was Carlos Olivera,” he informed her.
 
She just looked at him for a moment, waiting for the punchline, but he didn’t say anything further. “Yes, I know,” she told him.
 
“Well, in case you don’t remember, he sort of destroyed our forces in the war. What the hell is he doing on your ship?”
 
“I remember the war very well,” she said icily. “But he was born on one of the core worlds. He grew up, joined the forces and did his job. It’s not like he had a personal vendetta against us,” she argued before falling silent for a brief moment. “He knows a lot about the Alliance,” she said quietly.
 
“Uh, yeah - because he WORKS for them,” Mal countered.
 
“Not anymore,” Claire said.
 
“How do you know?”
 
“I know.”
 
“How?”
 
“Unless you’re joining us in our work, then that’s not any of your business,” she said calmly. “Is there anything else?”
 
“It wouldn’t have anything to do with the reasons you’re even doing this that you won’t talk about either,” he commented wryly. She didn’t answer and her silence spoke volumes. Mal watched her for a moment, sizing her up. She’d always been level-headed and he didn’t remember her being foolish or gullible. “You really trust this guy?” he asked softly.
 
“Implicitly,” she told him firmly.
 
Mal nodded thoughtfully. She hadn’t wavered. Her answer had come without so much as missing a beat and with absolute certainty. “Okay,” he said. “I’ll send you word soon.” He stood up. “I’ll show myself the door,” he added as he turned to go. She didn’t get up from her seat. He figured Olivera would be waiting at the end of the corridor to escort him back to the airlock, but he wasn’t. He did run into the mysterious blonde, however. She was coming out of what looked to be a medical bay, closing the door quickly behind her. She seemed surprised to see him standing there as she turned around.
 
“What are you doing here?” she asked with nothing more than curiosity in her tone.
 
“Malcolm Reynolds,” he said pointedly, by way of introduction.
 
“I know who you are,” she told him.
 
“I don’t know who you are,” he replied.
 
She gave him a tolerant smile. “My name is Alice,” she said. “So what are you doing here?”
 
He shrugged. “I needed to clear something up with Claire before we decided about the job.”
 
She nodded knowingly. “About Carlos, right?” She turned those penetrating eyes on him. “She said you might have a problem with him. That’s why she brought him to the meeting. To put our cards on the table.”
 
Mal looked at her with mild surprise. Perceptive little thing… unless she was listening. “Not all of them,” he informed her. “Lots of cards are decidedly not on the table. What makes you think I’m here about that one?”
 
She shrugged and started walking towards the cargo bay where the airlock was located and Mal followed her. She looked at him as he drew even with her. “So do you think your crew will agree to the job?” she asked. She made it sound casual, but he suspected she had more interest in the subject than she was saying.
 
He studied her for a moment. “Don’t rightly know,” he answered honestly. “Your bunch ain’t exactly giving us a lot to go on.”
 
“I know,” she said, and the weight of far more knowledge than she was admitting to was in her tone. “Too many secrets,” she told him sagely. “But that’s the problem everywhere these days, isn’t it?” They came to the airlock and she pressed the button to open the inner door. “Travel safely,” she told him.
 
He looked at her for a moment before he realized that he’d been, effectively, dismissed. “Yeah,” he answered distractedly before climbing through the airlock and into his shuttle. He spent the shuttle ride back to Serenity trying to put the pieces together. How did these three people fit? More importantly: did that even matter? He had a sneaking suspicion that it did. Claire, he knew. Olivera, he knew of… though how he’d managed to worm his way into Claire’s confidence, he couldn’t imagine. Alice… he wanted to know more. She was strange and cryptic and ethereal. Later, it would occur to him why the pieces should have clicked right away and he’d kick himself for it.
 
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PART TWO

Back on Serenity, Mal strode to a comm and called everyone around the dining table for a meeting. Immediately. He imagined word of some sort had got around the ship while he was gone. Everybody would have some notion of what was going on, as accurate a picture as whoever told them was capable of painting. He was hoping nobody heard their version from Jayne.
 
Once the crew had gathered, Mal stood at the head of the table and looked around at them. Kaylee Frye, his ship’s mechanic, sat close to the doctor, Simon Tam. Their long flirtation had recently matured into an actual relationship. Simon’s troubled sister, River, sat at his other side. Jayne sat alone at the opposite end of the table from Mal looking irritable, as usual. Zoe sat next to Inara, across from Simon, River and Kaylee. After a glance around the table, Mal’s eyes stopped on River. She knew. She already knew more than he did. He could see it in her eyes as she looked calmly back at him. River was a reader. She’d started life as something of a prodigy; a genius child with the capacity to do anything she so much as glimpsed… then the Alliance got hold of her. According to her brother – a gifted surgeon – they actually cut into her brain. They enhanced her mild psychic abilities. They also drugged her, brainwashed her and programmed her to be an assassin. The Alliance took a teenage girl and tried to mold her into a living weapon. Claire said that was what her job was about and River already knew it. Mal unlocked his gaze from River’s and turned back to the group as a whole.
 
“I imagine you all know what’s been proposed. We have a chance to find out who’s behind what happened to River and the children like her, and to put an end to it, if we can. I ain’t gonna pretend it won’t be dangerous, but we won’t be alone this time. Claire Redfield and her crew are going to be in this with us.” He looked at River again. “The way I see it, we can’t let the Alliance get away with this if we have even the smallest chance of stopping it.” He looked around the group again. “But this could mean putting our lives on the line, so I say we vote on it. This crew’s been through a lot. Some would say we’ve done our civic duty. So what do you say?”
 
Inara looked around then at Mal. “You knew this Claire Redfield during the war?” she asked. Mal confirmed with a nod. “From what I understand, this was her idea,” Inara stated. “So what’s in it for her?”
 
Inara was a registered Companion, schooled since she was young in the art of pleasing a man – or woman, for that matter. Mal had frequently used the word ‘whore’ to describe her – usually to her face, and mostly to get under her skin. In truth, a Companion was very much more than simply a whore. Her training and her natural perceptiveness made her extremely perspicacious. She could take one look at almost anyone and tell you what they wanted most in life. She could tell you just about everything about them. She hadn’t even met Claire, but knew the type of people that did what Mal did and knew there had to be an angle. It didn’t have to be a selfish one, but there had to be one.
 
Mal looked directly at her, met her eyes. He couldn’t lie, even if he’d wanted to. It wasn’t just her ability to read people, it was… their relationship had always been complicated. From the day she’d stepped on his ship and dictated the terms of her lease to him, they always seemed to be in a constant tug-of-war. They’d had a connection, but never acted on it. They tended to butt heads and trade barbs, instead. She rented a shuttle, she wasn’t, officially, a member of his crew. It put her beyond the chain of command. She stood up to him, stood her ground with him. Eventually she left him. Left them, he told himself. Left the ship. She’d had to rejoin them when the government’s man came looking for River and found Inara at the training house where she was teaching new companions. Afterward, when it was safe for her to go back there, she’d chosen to stay. Where she fit in now, he didn’t even know, but he wanted her there. He’d never say it, but he needed her there. “I’m not rightly sure,” he said. “But she knows about River and it seems her reasons might be similar to ours. Maybe she knows someone that got took. She won’t say.”
 
“She knows someone. Some that was taken. Lost and found, like me.” River’s soft voice penetrated the uncertainty in the room with a quiet authority. She cocked her head thoughtfully, like she was still in whatever moment gave her that particular insight. “She wants to know. They want to help.” She smiled at something in her mind. “Good people,” she said, almost dreamily. “Kind people.”
 
Mal watched her for a moment after she finished speaking, but she didn’t seem to have more to say. “I take it that means you’re in then, Little Albatross?” he asked lightly. He’d taken to calling her that since the government’s man had called her one, but got the meaning wrong. He’d meant she was bad luck… but Mal knew that poem. A poem about pain and regret. The albatross was a ship’s good luck charm… as long as it lived. She turned her ethereal gaze to him and nodded.
 
He looked at Simon, sitting beside her. There was no question in his mind how the doctor would vote. He’d spent almost every waking moment trying to find out what had happened to his sister. As expected, the young surgeon nodded. He could practically feel the mix of anticipation and rage that came from him. The chance to confront the people that had taken his beloved little sister from him, who had tortured her and assaulted her… Mal could only imagine how he would feel at the prospect. How any man would feel.
 
He turned his gaze to Kaylee. Little Kaylee, the gifted mechanic. Never a formal lesson in her life, she just knew how machines worked, instinctively. She was sweet and tender and always thought the best of people. He imagined she would vote with Simon, the man he suspected she’d loved for quite some time now. Quite a lot longer than their new relationship would suggest. She hadn’t ever made a secret of her feelings. Not about anything. Her heart sat permanently on her sleeve. She looked at Simon a little uncertainly, then turned to Mal and nodded resolutely. As far as this subject was concerned, the easy side of the table was done.
 
Mal turned and looked at Inara. He wasn’t certain how her vote would go, but perhaps he had underestimated her sense of justice… or maybe just her affection for River. She nodded without hesitation.
 
Next Mal looked to Zoe. The war had given her a dislike for the Alliance that was fueled into a hot-blooded hatred at the death of her husband. He’d been killed by Reavers… shortly after they’d learned that one of the Alliance government’s little science projects was responsible for making them. She gave him one sharp nod.
 
Finally, Mal looked down the length of the table at Jayne. Jayne rolled his eyes. “Aw hell. Fine,” he grumbled. Jayne was a self-serving loudmouthed oaf, but somewhere in his… Mal briefly thought ‘heart’, but that would be going too far with Jayne. Somewhere in his… insides, Jayne valued his place in this crew. Mal found that out once when he’d nearly tossed Jayne out the airlock for trying to turn Simon and River in to the feds. In what would have been Jayne’s last words, he only asked Mal to lie about what had happened to him. He didn’t want the others to know what he’d done. Somewhere under the crass, impatient and violent exterior, he cared what they thought about him. It had saved his life that day, Jayne’s one redeeming quality. One of the reasons he didn’t even address Jayne until last was because he figured if everyone else went along with it, Jayne might just follow suit with minimal bellyaching.
 
Mal nodded, looking around. “It’s decided then. I’ll send Claire a wave, see if we can’t find out what exactly she has in mind.”
 
+++++++++++++++++++++
 
Claire arrived on Serenity within the hour, Olivera and Alice in tow. Mal wasn’t sure he liked the idea of Olivera on his boat, but he wanted to know what Claire had to say, so he let it go.
 
When Alice entered the room, she and River locked eyes. Seems they’d been expecting this meeting. Neither of them looked surprised, though River looked a bit awestruck. It was about that very moment when Mal put the pieces together and could have kicked himself. He looked at River and indicated Alice with a nod of his head. “Lost and found, huh?” River took her eyes from Alice slowly to find Mal’s. She nodded. She nodded a little happily, Mal thought. In hearing range of the little exchange, Alice spared Mal a glance as she passed him to stand near the head of the table next to Olivera.
 
Claire shook Mal’s hand, then moved to stand at the head of the table. She leaned forward, her hands flat on the table, and looked around at Serenity’s crew. “I’m honoured you’ve chosen to join our mission,” she told them. “If any crew can help us expose the Alliance’s dirtiest secret, it’s the crew of Serenity. The crew that brought their other dirty secret to light.” She stood up straight and indicated her companions with a wave of her hand. “This is Carlos Olivera, my first mate, and this is Alice Abernathy. I’m going to let her tell you her story. It’s the reason we’re here.” With that, Claire stepped aside to stand next to Mal and yielded the floor to Alice.
 
Alice stepped forward to take Claire’s place at the head of the table. “I think you’re all aware of the extraordinary abilities of River Tam,” she said, glancing at the young girl in question, “and of how she got them. Alliance scientists run a series of laboratories all over the core worlds where, for the last ten years, they have been experimenting on human beings, trying to create the perfect living weapon. The vast majority of their subjects have been children, the reasoning behind this being that their minds are still pliable enough to be controlled.”
 
Mal watched his crew carefully as Alice spoke in a calm, measured tone. The tone people used when they wanted others to think that something didn’t affect them when it did. Everybody sitting at the table looked disconcerted, but not surprised. Simon had been telling them for a year that the Alliance had tortured River and done severe surgical procedures on her brain. Of course there had been other subjects. He told them as much when he explained the Alliance using the guise of an elite school to get exceedingly gifted children into their program to start with. He remembered Simon’s description of the coded letter River had sent him. “They’re hurting us.” Us. Plural. He glanced at the young doctor to see him watching Alice studiously. She knew a lot about the program. The kind if information he’d been searching for in his quest to heal his sister.
 
“How do you know all this?” Simon asked, keeping his tone as even as Alice’s. “Did you work for them?”
 
Alice turned her gaze to him. She must have known who he was. “I was their first subject,” she told him. His eyes grew slightly wider. He was pretty dumb sometimes, for a smart person. “Ten years ago, at the age of sixteen, I went missing on my way home from school.” She smiled wryly. “It was a tragic crime that, unfortunately, authorities were unable to solve.” Her expression grew colder. “My parents didn’t have to live with the grief for long, though. Apparently, from what I’ve read since, they were tireless in their efforts to find me. They were killed in an accident a month later.”
 
Kaylee looked down at the table, saddened by their visitor’s story. Simon placed his hand over hers and Mal turned his attention back to Alice.
 
Alice took a calming breath before continuing. “My ‘treatment’ at the facility, which was disguised as a hospital, consisted of extremely painful injections. These injections were made up of an Alliance-made substance they referred to as the ‘T-virus’. They called it a virus because it replicated itself inside the body, but it isn’t contagious. Its purpose was to alter my DNA.”
 
She must have spotted Simon’s eyes narrowing suspiciously. She turned to address him again.
 
“They wouldn’t have used this treatment on River,” she assured him. “It was discontinued after they tried it on me.”
 
“It didn’t work?” he asked.
 
“It did work,” she told him. “It worked too well. It gave me abilities even River doesn’t have.”
 
“Like what?” Jayne asked gruffly. She could do tricks. Now he was interested. She looked at him.
 
“I heal much more quickly than normal people,” she explained in a detached, almost clinical tone. “Super strength, telekinesis…”
 
“If it worked, why did they stop using it?” Mal asked. He was dying to know why the Alliance would give up having operatives that could do all that.
 
“They couldn’t control it,” she replied. “They couldn’t control the mutation.” She looked away, focusing her eyes on no one in particular. “I’m still changing… even now.” After a moment, she seemed to regain her composure. “They stopped using chemical treatments and started using treatments that were easier to control: surgery and behavioural modification. That’s what they did to River and to many others before her… and doubtless many more after her.” She shook her head scornfully. “They’re doing it to someone right now.”
 
“So how do we stop it?” Zoe asked. She wasn’t one to mince words. Mal wasn’t surprised that the first time she spoke it was to get to business. Mal was surprised to see Olivera step forward to answer her.
 
“The Alliance keeps these operations higher than top secret,” he told her. “There are staff that work at the facilities themselves who don’t even know what’s being done there. The parliament knows that if word of this got out, people wouldn’t stand for it. There are things that can be glossed over, then there is kidnapping and torturing children. You have to understand that this strikes at the heart of the core worlds themselves. The Alliance was able to hold when the outer planets rose up because the centre held. If the centre does not hold…”
 
“Things fall apart,” Mal finished. That was from a poem. If the situation wasn’t so grave, he might be inclined to point out to Inara that that made two poems he’d read.
 
Olivera gave Mal a nod, then turned back to Zoe. “A lot of the children come from the core worlds. Some of them from prominent families,” he said, glancing at Simon and River. “If we can get the proof out there, if people see, then the centre will not hold.” He shared a significant look with Alice before continuing. “It won’t be easy though,” he added. “These facilities are protected by a lot of security features, but the worst are the agents that oversee them.” He looked about to continue when River’s voice broke in.
 
“Two by two, hands of blue,” she chanted in a quiet, disturbed tone. “Two by two, hands of blue…” She’d started rocking slightly in her seat.
 
Simon put a hand on her shoulder. “River…”
 
She looked at him suddenly, frantically. “Two by two, hands of blue,” she whispered urgently. Her eyes were wild with fear.
 
Mal looked to Alice, the only person looking at River with any comprehension. She raised her eyes to return his gaze.
 
“The agents… they never touch the subjects. They wear blue gloves all the time. They have… weapons. They deal with difficult subjects. They do things. Never misbehave again…” Her eyes became fierce. “They have no souls,” she hissed. “If they find us, they’ll kill us all.” She regarded him for a moment letting her words sink in. “And it will hurt.”
 
Jayne threw up his hands in his seat at the end of the table. “Well, I’m glad we got involved in this,” he said sarcastically. “Sounds like a square dance.”
 
“We didn’t come here for a square dance,” Mal informed him irritably. “Don’t tell me anyone here was dumb enough to think that this would be easy.” Nobody answered him. Jayne just looked at him sullenly. Satisfied that there were no more counter-productive remarks to be made, he turned back to Alice and Olivera. “Okay, say we get into one of these places. What have they got worth takin’? How exactly are we going to prove what they’re up to? A bit of scientific data ain’t going to tell anybody anything.”
 
Alice gave him a small smile at that. “They record the sessions,” she said. “They record everything.”
 
Mal raised an intrigued eyebrow. “You mean if we walk out of there, we can show people exactly what they actually did to… any number of actual kids?”
 
She nodded. “People will see the faces of the victims. Victims they may even know.”
 
Mal looked at Claire. “I’ll give you some credit,” he told her. “This might actually be doable.” 
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Part 3 coming soon.
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