“Safety regulations exist for a reason.”
Cory was a legend. A fifteen-year veteran of Customs Enforcement Zone 7, she had a reputation for being unshakable. She’d once single-handedly detained a smuggling ring using hollowed-out religious icons. She’d uncovered a bioweapon hidden in a shipment of organic figs. Her photo on the internal directory showed a sharp-eyed woman in her early forties, dark hair pulled back, a faint scar on her jaw from a long-ago incident with a crate of illegal stim-sticks. 1111Customs 24 05 20 Cory Chase Cory Takes Over...
Marcus felt a cold trickle of dread. He’d been breathing the port’s air for three hours. “Safety regulations exist for a reason