the smuggler’s bible

Bravo One

Bravo squad burns the lock and levers the door once the servos have had a chance to loosen up under the white-hot flicker of thermite. Nobody wil mistake this for a clean extraction, but what the fuck are they gonna do about it anyway?

They sweeps toward the vault, and Bravo One drops into the squad leader channel to gloat.

“Whatever,” Charlie One says. “We got assigned ducts again.”

“Ducts are easy.”

“Yeah, if they go anywhere.”

“The job’s about making your own opportunities,” Bravo One says, knowing that, actually, it’s about doing just the absolute sickest black-ops supersoldier shit.