the smuggler’s bible

Juliet

Juliet paid good money for Huron’s interrupt, but the hustler threw something extra in for free. A weapon hidden deep inside the little device—a guillotine of sorts. She calls up the program and hears an ascending tone. A status icon appears in her peripheral vision.

“I urge caution.” Out in the darkness, something moves with a pneumatic hiss. “We’re all here together now. Any attack must be considered indiscriminate. I don’t want to hurt this creature, but opportunities for divergent outcomes are vanishing quickly.”

“So it’s a standoff,” Juliet says.

“Tentatively. I had hoped we might pivot to negotiation.”