“We already met,” Mal spat out. “He’s an Alliance Operative! Same one that nearly ended me, and did kill Wash and Book, and no tellin’ how many more!” Before Monty could reply, everyone’s attention was drawn to the window, and the sound of breaking glass. Jayne’s huge frame flew through the shower of glass, and tackled the Operative, both men rolling to the floor. When they came to a rest, Jayne had the Operative in an odd looking hold that brought one arm under his chin, and laid the other across the top of his head. “You even breathe hard, I’ll end you right here,” Jayne almost whispered, his eyes glowing with the faint red that was a danger signal to all who knew him.

-- Archangel Chapter Twenty Seven by badkarma00