the smuggler’s bible

Pluto Vespasianus

The box looks like steel, but feels more like lead. He gets his arms under it and hoists, then staggers a few steps before Aoi reaches out and lifts it in a single even motion.

“Well? Is it hot?”

“Practically glowing,” she says. “The briefing did not mention fissiles.”

“No, it wouldn’t.”

“But you think they were aware.”

“Sure. They give you a little chore and forget the really important part. We can’t just leave it here,” Pluto Vespasianus says. “That’s insane and illegal. Headquarters knew we’d take it in hand, they just didn’t want to bother with hazard pay.”