Smuggler's Legacy

by Bradford Bates

  “Yes, sir.”

  This time, when I tried the shower it worked. I let the water run for a moment to make sure it was clean and the temperature was right. The warm water rinsed the drying sweat from my skin. Sometimes I felt like this was the only place I could relax. All of the problems we faced slowly washed away.

  All in all, it had been a good day. We were in the air, and would be getting paid shortly. Hopefully, our next job would offer the opportunity to be a little more profitable. Quaid hadn’t let me down yet, but he was just a tad too slimy to put any real faith in. We just needed one job to go our way, and we would be back on track.