the smuggler’s bible

Huffer Ramjet

It’s 4:30 in the morning and Huffer Ramjet is screaming bleary-eyed across the Pacific Ocean in his mecha at twice the speed of sound because somebody let an iguana into a batch of nuclear waste. And not your run-of-the-mill spent rods, either. This shit is spicy. Experimental.

Good luck getting anyone to cop to it, though. Huffer Ramjet figures the safe money’s on Russia, but at this point he wouldn’t care if it was Monaco. He just wants to go back to bed.

“This sucks,” he says, sipping coffee and wondering what kaiju blood will do to his paint job.