the smuggler’s bible


The medallion fits perfectly into a nook beside the door. Lone waits a moment as gears spin somewhere underground. Finally, a bell chimes.

“Bingo.” He tries the handle. The door is still locked up tight as hell. “What the fuck? Wrong key?”

He pries at the unicorn—thinking maybe he’ll switch it out with the skull medallion—but it’s cemented in place.

“HEY,” Lone shouts, “IF THE KEY’S RIGHT YOU GOTTA OPEN THE DOOR.” Nothing happens. “What a scam.” Lone fumbles in his bag, looking for his gun. “I got bit by like four mutant dogs to get that thing.”