the smuggler’s bible


Cotillion, the elite assassin, is in a knife fight with 5 and 3—smiling through the blood running down his face—when 4 nearly breaks Sous-vide’s arm with some kind of jiu-jitsu hold.

Sous-vide thrashes free, which only works because the mercenary is trying to keep pressure on a bullet-would in his thigh.

“Goddamn, they’re feisty,” 4 calls out. “Maybe we’ll get hazard pay.”

“Where the hell would you even spend it?” 5 says, ducking a swing.

They wait a beat for 3 to quip, but he just gurgles softly as Cotillion pulls his knife out of the man’s throat.