the smuggler’s bible


He pulls the bodies out of the elevator car and rides down two floors, then takes the stairs. Horatio guides him, limping, through the lower floors by skimming the police networks and providing the building surveillance system with a complicated argument regarding the nature of objective reality.

“How are things at the spaceport?”

“Quiet. There was some buzz, but it has slackened considerably. I believe you are currently listed among the dead.”

“Wonderful. We’re leaving town. Get things ready, but be subtle.”

“Our business is concluded?”

“Yeah, we’re finished here.” Hamlet says. “I can’t think of anybody else worth killing.”