She picked up her sonic spanner, not as a mechanic, but as a thief. And she went to open every single cage.
“Stow the chatter, Kilews,” Voss had grumbled that morning, slapping a data-slate onto her workbench. “We’ve got a priority run. Gilded trinkets to Velorum Prime. High pay. Low questions.” kilews
The cargo wasn't the problem, she realized. She was. Because for the first time in her life, she wasn't going to do what she was told. She picked up her sonic spanner, not as
“The lock is weak. The seal is false. You are not a thief, but you will be a thief.” She picked up her sonic spanner
The trouble started three jumps later.
Voss’s face went pale, then hard. “You weren't supposed to see those.”