the smuggler’s bible

Cormac

Cormac does three circuits and decides he needs a smoke. He leans his rifle against a tree and digs around for his pipe and matches. While he’s at it, he finds his flask tucked away, shrugs and tips it back.

Someone passes by in the trees, and Cormac turns to wave. The house is just a black shadow behind him—something for the fog to obscure as it rolls in off the hills—but the boss said to watch the exits. He’s just picking up his rifle when he hears the shots from inside. Three of them and then silence.