The last bucketful of rock had fallen, and the machinery had been shut down: in the gathering dusk, the only sound that remained was the voices of the miners, muted and indiscernible as they echoed from the bottom of the quarry. Mal caught his breath, spinning around and venturing over the edge for a split second, just long enough to see the miners boarding the lift. They were still unaware of the intruders' presence, but one upward glance would bring worse than death and destruction upon more than Serenity.
-- The Guns of Yamenmiao (Pt. 7) by Steamer