the smuggler’s bible


He’s careful, but still, someone manages to get behind Edgewick.

Notifications flash red in the cockpit and the A.I. spools off a warning through the speaker on the instrument panel. He brakes hard and turns his flight sticks to starboard, then jams the throttle forward as far as it will go. The g-force settles onto his chest like a brick.

“Bastard, where’d you go?” The viewscreen pans across the blue rim of the Earth and focuses on a point of light shining against the black sky.

The alarms cut out as he reaches for the targeting switch. “Bingo,” Edgewick says.