Seven feet of trained lethality, undone by a woman with a daisy sticker on her sidearm. I don’t panic. I make tea.
Even when a seven-foot, crimson-skinned alien breaks into my ship, claims my cargo, and calmly informs me I’m expendable.
Xor is a Tier 1 retrieval weapon, all claws, control, and lethal efficiency. I’m just a courier on a triple-rate run, with fairy lights, named weapons, and zero intention of dying on schedule.
He has orders, take the container, eliminate me. I have a counter-plan, outthink him, survive, and maybe figure out why this job feels bigger than it should.
The problem? He doesn’t act like a monster. And I don’t treat him like one.
Now mercenaries are closing in, my ship’s AI won’t stop meddling, and the deadly alien sent to kill me is starting to look at me like I’m his. They can have the cargo. They’re not having me.
The origin story of SNAG — first beat of the Alien Recovery Files universe. No prior reading required.
