fandomhigh | Detention - The Danger Shop

When the students entered the Danger Shop, they found themselves in standing in the middle of a port which, from the view out all of the windows, appeared to be floating in outer space. Men and women alike were milling around, bringing cargo into the building, or taking it outside to the waiting spacecrafts.

Zoe was leaning against a stack of boxes, solemnly cutting an apple into quarters, and checking off everyone's names as they came in.

Seely Booth
Marco Conrad
Billy Kessler
Dean Winchester
Sam Winchester

Once everyone had arrived, she smiled and addressed the group.

"Hi boys. Thanks for coming. I know most of you didn't do much of anything to get here, so I'm grateful that you showed up anyway," she said. "Today, you're going to get some experience in the exciting field of outer space transport. Just to make sure everyone's on the same page, here's how the story starts: as strapping young members of the Independents - those are the good guys, for the record - it's been getting harder and harder for you to find good, paying work without the Alliance - those are the bad guys - looking over your shoulders. Luckily, one of your contacts has told you about a man who needs some cargo...quietly removed from a train, and he's decided that you're the man for the job."

"Sign in, and then go through the main door there," Zoe continued, pointing. "Tell the guard you're here for a meeting with Adelei Niska. Accept the job offer that he gives you, and you'll get the rest of your instructions from there."

[~~plz to be waiting for ocd, thnx!~~ OCD is up!]

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"I'm just saying, if we weren't in any danger of dying, we could have been in real trouble with that guy," Sam argued. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Dean replied, shaking his head in puzzlement. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know, you're just being more belligerent than usual."

"No, I'm not," Dean argued.

"Yes, you are," Sam replied.

"No," Dean said slower, "I'm not."

"Yes," Sam said, matching Dean's speed. "You are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are!"

While Dean and Sam were arguing, another man came up behind their seats, watching them for a few moments in amusement. "Ah, the unmistakable sound of siblings bickering. You two wouldn't be the Winchesters, by any chance?"

Dean looked the newcomer up and down. "Who's asking?"

"Captain Malcolm Reynolds," he said proudly. "I heard you two were working a job on this train, getting something for a crazy Russian by the name of Niska. Sound familiar?"

Dean glanced around to make sure no one had overheard that, or if they had, they didn't care. "We probably should've come up with less incriminating passwords," he muttered.

"Sounds like you boys aren't quite as new to this as I thought," Mal remarked, lowering his voice more for Dean's edification. "Still, I was sent here to help you. Unless you have experience with getting cargo off a moving train as well?"

"First time we've been on a train, actually," Dean said, more pleasantly.

Sam nodded. "But we're very good at adapting to new situations."

"Right. Gorram teenagers are gonna get me killed," Mal muttered, sighing. "All right, we're going to hit Paradiso in about twenty minutes, so we'd better head back to the other car now," he said. "Follow me, and try to look inconspicuous."

They could do inconspicuous. Dean waited for Sammy to get up and move into the aisle, then followed.

Mal led the way down the aisle, bringing them through one set of doors, and into the next train car. As soon as the second set of doors opened, he stopped short at the sight of a car full of Alliance soldiers.

"Okay, you know how I said inconspicuous? I really, really mean that right now," he said quietly.

Dean nodded eyeing the soldiers. As they slowly started making their way through the car, he nodded and smiled at a couple of the men who were eyeing them in return. "Hi, how ya doing?"

Some of the soldiers grunted in reply to Dean, while the rest merely glared and watched them more carefully as the trio headed through the car.

"Does your brother have a problem with his brain bein' missing?" Mal asked Sam, eying Dean with annoyance.

"He was dropped on his head a lot as a child," Sam deadpanned. "It's kind of tragic."

"That explains so much." As they got out of the car, and went through the next set of doors, Mal stayed behind, while ushering Dean and Sam in ahead of him. "The boxes should be somewhere in here."

"Other than 'boxlike' we got any way of telling we've got what we're after?" Dean asked, looking around.

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