Redact-Dead
They weren’t pardoned. They weren’t paroled.
They were redacted.
Somewhere between a death sentence and a mission briefing, six cryo-thawed operatives—each one unstable, expendable, and inconveniently good at what they do—get pulled back into a war they were supposed to have missed.
Their handler is a voice named Quill, a shapeshifting ghost in the system who may or may not be human. Their missions are impossible, off the record, and way above their (nonexistent) pay grade.
Between sarcastic last stands, improvised demolitions, and rogue AI gods with control issues, the crew’s starting to realize something unsettling:
They were never meant to come back.
Fast, dark, and sharply funny, Redact-Dead launches the Codex Nihilo series with smart mouths, lethal secrets, and a team that shoots first—and mocks you while you bleed.
Codex Nihilo: Smuggler’s Gambit
They survived their first suicide mission. The reward is a one-way ticket to Mars.
Project Icepack—the Accord’s most disposable black-ops team—is back off the ice and pointed at a new target: a charismatic smuggler trafficking enough black-market anti-matter to turn the Red Planet into a sheet of glass.
The job seems simple: infiltrate, neutralize, and try not to start an interplanetary incident before breakfast. Their handler, Quill, is watching closer than ever, her voice a ghost in their ears, her motives a black box.
But on Mars, nothing is as advertised. The “smugglers” aren’t criminals; they’re disgraced scientists. The anti-matter isn’t for sale; it’s for a project that could shatter the foundations of the Accord. And the cargo they’re truly after is a fragment of the one thing the regime fears most: a forbidden history known as the Codex Nihilo.
Caught between their manipulative handler and a truth that could get them erased for good, Dex Quillon and his dysfunctional crew must make a choice: follow orders and remain the Accord’s loyal pawns, or bet it all on a dangerous new alliance.
In a place built on secrets, the truth is the deadliest contraband of all. And this time, getting caught won’t just mean a trip back to the freezer.
It means learning you were never meant to thaw in the first place.
