the smuggler’s bible

Huffer Ramjet

Thieves blow the door off the vault and leave with cash and whatever small valuables they can find in the safe deposit boxes. They almost make it a full block before the hood of their car is crushed into the asphalt by eighteen tons of red, white and blue metal, still hissing and venting heat from air friction.

“Boy, people hear impossible things every day and they don’t even blink,” Huffer Ramjet says, climbing down out of his mecha. “But tell ‘em something simple like ‘that ain’t how it’s done in America’ and suddenly they’ve gotta test it for themselves.”