((I was starting to wonder if I had signed up for Serenity or Shadowrun.))

Aye sir! John says, springing up from the table. He pauses at the doorway. Get me a topo map for the surrounding three klicks, willya? he asks before resuming his dash for the cockpit.

Reaching the Barchetta's nerve center, he flops into the pilot's seat and hurridly re-runs the nav data. Ready for good long run? Atta girl. You're a frisky one, ain'tcha? He notes the local time estimated for arrival, and then he ceremoniousy brings the ship's nose around and opens the throttle all the way.

Course reset, he heads for his cabin, takes a couple pulls from the Whisky bottle, and then extracts from his bag a sawed-off shotgun and a box of shells. He heads back to the mess. Hey, anybody got a gun-cleaning kit I could borrow? I seem to have left mine on Persephone.