Akudama Drive Courier Novels & Stories

“ Taxis are very old fashioned and not cool at all . There’s no way I am taking another taxi ever again unless it’s very urgent . “ said Amra checking her phone . “ With what should we drive then , spoiled lady with cool taste ? “ said Alex . “ Just like a certain kid is holding the luggage , I am also doing some work . “ said Amra with a smirk . At that moment , the noise of a car was heard . Ayla and Aron turned their heads and remained shocked when they saw the latest model of the Lamborghini Urus coming towards them . “ That……. “ said Ayla confused . “ That is our car . Come one guys . “ said Amra with a smile . The car stopped in front of them and Amra ordered the driver to place their

"I don't mind at all. You're actually doing me a favor by selling me a good couch for cheap." I smile at him, hoping to convey my appreciation. "Thanks, but they really aren't heavy. I'm sure we'll be fine." He nods again. "Okay. Well, if you need anything before you're out, I live downstairs, so let me know." It takes him and his buddy a few minutes to maneuver the coach out the door and down the stairs, almost toppling the microwave off a few times. It actually gives me some much needed comic relief, especially when Geni starts yelling "Pivot!" channeling the sentiments of one of our favorite episodes of Friends. Once the show is over, Geni and I clean up a few last minute messes and pack

“The courier at the inner courtyard. White van, academic delivery from Julian’s. I want him off the property in the next two minutes. Then I want the entire courier contract for external academic shipments cancelled. Effective immediately.” A short pause. “Reason?” “He looked at her too long.” Cassian’s voice stayed flat. “No more outside drivers near the house. From now on every package comes through our internal detail. Someone we already trust. No exceptions.” “Understood. I’ll handle the termination and set up the internal rotation today.” “Do it before the next delivery window.” Cassian ended the transmission and stayed where he was, eyes still fixed on the courtyard. The driver had alr

“It's almost eleven in the evening; I don’t think we will get hold of the driver.” “He on Lucifer's payroll, is he not?” Dominion nods his head, “Yes, he is.” “Good; call the driver, and I will find out where they are.” “How are you going to do that?” “They have the suitcase. I planned a microchip inside the leather, which sends off a signal every twenty minutes to this little gadget.” “I can see now why the boss hired you.” “Just as I thought, there is a strong signal.” “How is it going with the driver? Are you getting hold of the driver?”

Ace responded with a shrug, "Whatever, see you around." I watched him turn on his heel and leave, his figure leisurely strolling down the street to where I could see his matte black Audi parked. If he were following me, I doubt he would have parked out in the open. Recently, my judgment seemed to be skewed so it didn't surprise me at all when my next words were uttered. "Want to get some coffee?" I called, which had him halting, "Mines just became roadkill and I'm already late for class..."

, at that time of night the traffic was tempting, and much calmer to drive at that constant high speed. — Your Highness... Akil called, leaning forward to look out the front window, pulling his pistol from his pocket as he saw the corvettes in front of the car they were pulling up to the row of black cars parked in the driveway to Karila's mansion. The silence that followed as he analyzed and prepared for a possible massive attack caused Karila to move to the right to get a perfect view of the front window, watching the fleet of Land Rovers Defender with the same black color pattern as their cars, surrounded by a single Cadillac Escalade. The car radio beeped in a demand for hurried communic

The last stop is to Acura where my dad gets two Acura MDX for Alice and Matt's parents, one black and one blue to drive back to the pack house. After we got done we all met up at the diner for lunch. My dad started telling everyone about the new pack vehicle’s we ordered 6 pack suvs that are bulletproof. There are H-2 Hummers, all blacked out with 6.2L V8. It gets the job done for protecting ourselves when needed; they also have strong bumpers and run flats tires.

" Alfred studied the courier's profile and suddenly his heart beat faster. "What's your name?" asked Alfred. "Terence," replied the courier. Terence asked Alfred to hold his cat basket and untied the tie that held Alfred's package to his motorbike. "This is your package, Mr. Jeremiah. Thank you for using our courier service and if you have any questions or complaints regarding package delivery, you can directly contact our service hotline," said Terence in automatic mode. Terence tied his cat basket where he put Alfred's order box and spoke very softly to calm the animal.

He had a map spread out on the study table when I came down, marked up in pencil, folded soft at the creases like he’d been carrying it in his jacket for years. “You found something,” I said. “The driver.” He didn’t look up. “The kitchen delivery I flagged the morning I got here. The one who got swapped with no paperwork.” I crossed my arms and waited. “He’s not a driver. He’s a courier. Real name doesn’t matter, he’s used four. He runs for a freight outfit out east called Brindisi Logistics. On paper it moves produce and dry goods to restaurants. In practice it moves whatever you pay it to move and it doesn’t ask questions.”

the man asked, eyes flashing with surprise at my sudden mood shift. I stepped back instinctively. “I’m supposed to be asking you that, dude! What game are you playing?” I screeched. Fear coursed through me. He looked confused. Maybe he was pretending. “Who… sent you? Anonymous?” “I’m really sorry. It’s a gift. The client didn’t want to deliver it personally,” he explained, then showed me an ID from his pocket. “I mean no harm. This is DAMI Logistics.” I squinted. Okay… employer. Legit. Trusted. I’d used them before.