the smuggler’s bible


The technician goes to the freezer where they keep the samples, pulls out a tray at random and drops it on the table.

“You have to pick,” he says. “I don’t care how you do it, but there’s got to be a decision.”

“Fine. I pick that one.”



“You aren’t even pointing at anything. Open your eyes, this is important.”

“This sucks.” Linnie peeks between her fingers and sighs. “If I pick will you make me watch the rest?”

“No,” the technician says. “We’ll take care of everything else.”

“Ugh. Use this one. It looks the weirdest anyway.”