Things had been going so well, better than he would have ever dreamed of between him and Danny in the midst of a heist. Everything Mal had done to pull this job off with immaculate precision had worked in his favor, and yet Danny had still come running to save the day. Mal could have fought back when he first saw him, but he’d been curious, and Danny hadn’t disappointed. Now, he just needed to get through to Danny, and if he couldn’t, the police would be a better plan B than calling the Titans to return.
Mal didn’t need his comms. He needed to find one of the pressure plates.
“Come on, Sparky, you think I’d trade the offer you gave me for splitting the loot with that maniac? Never even met—”