the smuggler’s bible

Juliet

The room changes almost imperceptibly. The shadows suddenly seem not quite so deep and the other Rumble’s posture appears more angular. His voice stutters briefly. He catches it and slows his speech.

Processor spike, Juliet thinks. Must be some big machinery moving in the background if he can’t even keep the sims running smoothly. She blinks as a text marquee begins moving across her vision. “Sorry I didn’t come sooner. Two minutes, then pull the plug. Good luck, kid—H.”

“All right, asshole, we’ve both got places to be,” Juliet says, cutting off the construct. “So let’s come to terms.”