the smuggler’s bible


Aoi descends slowly over the highway and melts a three-foot section of concrete to slag. When it has cooled, she drops the bomb into the hole and drags the skeleton of an old city bus over top.

“Good. Just be careful not to catch a rocket or anything. If you got nixed, I’d have to file that as ‘irretrievable.’”

“You insisted we not keep it on our persons.”

“I sure did,” Pluto Vespasianus says, hitching up his pack and tapping at the comms tablet. “Not until we have extraction lined up. And I mean something solid. Pristine, start to finish.”