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Seven feet of trained lethality, undone by a woman with a daisy sticker on her sidearm.
FLOSSIE: Triple-rate run through rough space. I've done a thousand of these. I have never done one with seven feet of crimson-skinned predator parked in my cargo hold — claws out, tail twitching, calmly informing me the container is his now, as if I'm going to thank him for the inconvenience.
I am not thanking him. I have a job, a quarantine seal he's standing on, and absolutely no patience for whatever corporate death squad trained him to be this insufferable.
Small detail: someone wants what's sealed in that container badly enough to send mercenaries. And the deeper I dig, the less this feels like one stolen delivery — and the more it feels like the frayed end of something I was never meant to find.
XOR: I have a framework. Every threat, filed. Every order, followed. No exceptions, no questions, no softness — that's how a weapon survives, and a weapon is the only thing they ever let me be.
Then the order came down: recover the container, eliminate the courier. But the courier names her weapons. She makes me tea like I'm a guest and not the deadliest thing in the room. She looks at me like I'm not something she should run from — and my body believes her before my training can object.
I have followed every order for nine years. The people who made me are about to learn what happens when I don't.
They can have the cargo. They are not having her.
Fought and Found has:
- "I have no operational framework for this
Grumpy x Sunshine
Enemies to Lovers
Touch-Starved alien
Funny FMC
The origin story of SNAG — first beat of the Alien Recovery Files universe. No prior reading required.
Genre: Science Fiction
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