Anyone can be a Browncoat.
“Mr. Dunne! JD, please sit down. We’re going to be fine.” Ezra Standish tried to help calm the younger agent. They had been grabbed from the street while attempting to gather information for their latest case.
“Damn it, Ez. How can you be so calm?” JD dropped to a squat, knowing the Southerner was losing patience with his pacing.
“Because our esteemed compatriots will do everything in their power to find us. Mr. Wilmington, in particular, will not stop until you are found.” Ezra watched JD assimilate his words, before delivering one last comment.
“Besides, we’re too pretty to die.”
Ezra smothered a laugh at JD’s shocked look.
“You watch…?” JD couldn’t think of a way to finish without it sounding rude. Ezra put him out of his misery, giving him a wry grin.
“Mr. Tanner thought it would be amusing to subject me to a few episodes of ‘space cowboys’ during my recuperation after the Samwell bust.”
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OK, so not technically a cliché but what the hell, my post, my rules... ;0)