the smuggler’s bible


Distractions are generally anathema to Cotillion, the elite assassin. But the mission stretches on, and Sous-vide starts to pester him about provisions.

More specifically, the widening discrepancy between the amounts needed and those on hand.

“We’re breaking every projection,” Sous-vide says, ticking off fingers. “Time to completion, resistance levels, ammunition costs—all shattered.”

“I understand your point, but quitting now is totally off the table.”

“And maybe impossible.”

“So why even bring it up?”

They kill a white-coated chef who surprises them rummaging through his galley kitchen. The corpse’s jacket rides up over a wrist to reveal a faded 13.