the smuggler’s bible


A light on the panel stops glowing, and it’s sort of an important one. Lonny pops open the hatch and checks the wiring diagram. There’s a yellow pipe running from the bottom of the board into the bulkhead.

“Damn,” he says. “Got ourselves a goose chase.”

He picks up the trail again two decks below and follows it until he finds several sharp crimps in the pipe back near the cargo bay.

“Bite marks,” he mutters into his collar mike. They sound the alarm, but Lonny finds the alien right around the corner. Dead, obviously. Spaceship fluid is crazy poisonous.