The guard, a dog, trotted down toward the end of the dock, looking over his shoulder every few steps. He wasn’t worried, I thought, just cautious. The briny smell of the ocean hid our scent, and he couldn’t possibly have seen us in the dark, in the jumble of packing crates by the warehouse door.
As dogs went, this one was a real bruiser, with the head of a Doberman and the body of a wolf or a husky. He’d have all the latest mods, of course—smugglers always did—and I didn’t relish tangling with him. That’s why I’d brought Jeffy and Hangman. They’d already taken out the two sentries, and that just left the boss-dog himself.
I felt more than saw Jeffy when he shifted uncomfortably beside me. Glancing over, I noticed his slitted green eyes catching the light.
“Sst!” I hissed. “Goggles!”
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