Garin sat back in his chair and puffed on his cigar. It was a high quality cigar too, flavored with cherry. Not that shite that was like cardboard. What was weird was how he got it. He didn't buy, or steal it, or any of that. He smuggled it, weapons, illegal literal aliens, and slaves (among other things) through over 1,000 light years of maximum security territory. Garin chuckled as the memory of his first smuggling op came back to him. "Shouldn't be long now... Where are they?" [spoiler]*chuckles in knowledge of future events*[/spoiler]