the smuggler’s bible

Floriano

Floriano’s heartbeat is pounding in his ears, but even that is fading under the traffic noise. The road is busy today. Off to his right, he can barely see the glint of sunlight hitting the guardrail somewhere in the distance. Somebody coughed up a fortune to get this much cargo moving before noon.

His truck’s engine roars out of the background hum for a moment as he swerves between a pair of vans. The other drivers wail and honk, but who cares? They’re not people, they’re competition.

Floriano has a long way to drive and no pity for the vanquished.