the smuggler’s bible

Napier

Napier lets the technicians belt him into the chair. He takes a deep breath before they tighten the chest strap so that he’ll have room to flex.

“Is it really that intense?”s.

A woman in a white coat sticks a leather strap between his teeth and makes a clamping motion. A buzzer rings and the technicians file out while the lights dim. The screen up front flicks on.

“Mmph,” Napier says, bathed in blue light, harness beginning to rattle. “Mmph mmammph.” Then the previews start.

He almost survives until the featured presentation. A new record! All the scientists high five.