the smuggler’s bible


Forbearance hucks tiles from the roof until the thieves get pissed off and rush inside to strangle her or whatever.

“Hey, watch out,” the sidekick one says, simultaneously trying to keep up and apply pressure to a goose egg on his temple the size and color of a ripe plum. “There might be traps and hazards. It is astonishing how much evil mischief might await us.”

But really it’s just Forbearance. The thieves scramble into the foyer and see her at the top of a single flight of stairs. Then, smiling, she hefts the sledgehammer at her side and descends.