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The rig hissed as the air brakes engaged. The heavy side door was pulled open from the outside, flooding the cabin with the smell of sulfur and grease. A captain in a heavy wool coat stood there, flanked by two men with rifles.
"We could just... lose it. Tell them the dust storms took the rig. That we barely made it out."
"Courier," the captain grunted, holding out a gloved hand. "The Magistrate is waiting. Give me the cylinder." Episode 02: Kill the Messenger
"I was wondering when you’d get tired of the running, Elias," the captain said. He raised the gun. "You know what they say about the second episode of a tragedy."
Outside, the red dust of the flats battered the reinforced glass. The rig hissed as the air brakes engaged
"It’s a kill order, Elias. I saw the flash-code on the terminal before they locked the case."
This is an original short story expanding on the prompt "Episode 02: Kill the Messenger." "We could just
"I don't look at the cargo, Mira. I just carry it," Elias muttered.
