the smuggler’s bible


The space between action and reaction is where life happens. Juliet’s is measured in microsecond bursts of augmented violence.

Kyomori charges. The wind is blowing and Juliet can taste salt in the air. It stings her eyes. Still, she can see his face—so clearly, even now. She expects to find rage, but he looks calm. A true professional.

The tanto knife rises and falls—blade gleaming. Action. Reaction. Life keeps moving, but only leaves one set of footprints on the beach.

She finds Rumble under a tree, unconscious but breathing. There’s a gun cradled in his big, pale hands.