the smuggler’s bible

Grazny

The drone lasts almost seven full minutes. Grazny had money on eight, but this was admittedly very optimistic. The data is varied and informative.

“We have a reliable range of values for bite force, grip and reaction speed. Sections plated with the simulated osseous material went first, which may imply a preference.”

There is a quiet rustling as her staff shuffles through the report, comparing numbers. Someone raises a hand.

“I notice—sorry, this is in the spectrographic section. There are some interesting spikes.”

Grazny flips to the page. “Ah,” she says. “That. Toward the end, something was spitting acid.”