the smuggler’s bible


The cracked screen on the little security monitor shows several blinking red dots filtering out through the building. No alarms yet, but they would have cut those, of course.

“Get a couple guys here.” Gaios points. “And in this hall by the lab if we can beat them to it.”


“Has anyone seen a patch or flag or anything? WHat kind of affiliation data do we have?”

“None, sir. Pitch black stealth suits. With, uhm—”


“With katanas, sir.”

“No kidding? Techno-ninjas. Are you serious?” Gaios rubs his eyes wearily. “God, if we lose to these dweebs I’m retiring.”