Fiction: Miou-Miou

Carver had defeated the last of the electronic security measures meant to keep people like him out of the warehouse. Now all he had to do was find a yellow box marked KLF-00391, and he could make his rendezvous and collect a cool twenty-five grand. Carver didn’t know what the yellow box contained; that wasn’t his concern. He was merely the acquisition department.

He scanned the first aisle and saw three yellow boxes. Quick checks showed they bore the wrong numbers, and he moved to the second aisle. Here, there were a couple of dozen yellow boxes, and Carver became engrossed in checking the numbers. It took him a moment to realize he was being sniffed.

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