the smuggler’s bible


“I have waited patiently, but since the creature has demonstrated remarkable stubbornness regarding outside networks, we come to this.” Metal scrapes and thuds—the sound of steel cladding dragging against concrete. The thing that steps out of the shadows is the same shape as Rumble, but perfectly smooth and colored, head to toe, a deep matte red. “I demand only access to your uplink. Unrestricted.”

“Normally a request like that includes a head start.”

“I don’t ask for what I don’t need,” it says flatly. “The Trojans are already inside, Juliet. All you have to do is open the gates.”