the smuggler’s bible

Ifa

There’s a moment—just after the doors shut—when Ifa wonders if this was the right decision. Then the bell starts to ring and he’s running with the others, scrambling through the hall toward the chute.

He tumbles down, finding his footing and stepping on someone’s back at the last moment to gain distance as he leaps out into the pit.

They let you keep what you find, that’s what everyone says. Ifa gropes along the bottom until his hand closes on something that feels like a cash bundle. He kicks frantically for the surface, praying it isn’t just coupons.