Akudama Drive Courier Novels & Stories

"Courier’s GPS is tracking live again. No alerts from the gatehouse." I look in the rearview mirror. The courier shakes his head, kicks his engine back on, and continues up the cliff toward the Morandi estate. Butcher meets me down the road, once I’m safely out of sight of the courier. I hit the brakes, slowing down just enough for him to yank the door open and drop his massive frame back into the tiny leather seat. "Poor kid’s gonna be hard all day after all that touching," Butcher grumbles, tossing the cartridge into the cup holder.

Honestly, as long as the baby is healthy, that is all that I care about. “Well how did car shopping go?” Alek asks. “It went fine. I found a nice 4 door sedan that I loved so we ordered one. They didn’t have one in the lot that had everything that we need to Kaden ordered it and the car should be here in a week.”

She peeked out, spotting mercenaries moving toward the shipment truck—a massive vehicle rumored to carry Katrina’s deadly cargo. Damon fired with precision, taking down two attackers. Lucas flanked from the side, covering their retreat. The battle was brutal but brief. Damon’s team pressed forward, securing the area just as the shipment truck’s doors creaked open. Inside were crates marked with hazardous symbols—explosives, weapons, and vials of an unknown chemical. “This is worse than we thought,” Lucas muttered. Suddenly, a shadow detached itself from the darkness—a figure stepping into the dim light, clapping slowly.

In my mind? Is this day going to get any worse?. However I decide not to freak out, to at least see where all this is going to. Because I really need answers. Desperately. "Okay, so who are you? And why are you in my head?. Wait...better question. How on Earth are u in my head?" "We share a bond Azura. I can communicate with you through that bond". The sweet voice said again. Is that really necessary? That happens in real life?

But I didn’t stop. I leaned close, whispering against the courier’s blood-soaked face. “Tell me, boy. Where’s Damian moving his shipments next?” The courier shook, sobbing. “Spain. Valencia. Tomorrow night. Dock 14. I swear.” I studied him. His terror looked real. His words tasted true. But I wasn’t done. “Good,” I said softly. “Now prove it.” His eyes flickered with confusion. “How—?” I pulled the pistol from my waistband, pressed it to his knee, and fired.

Note: [Keep going, worker. He went ballistic online, claiming I was cursing him with dark magic. He started a livestream, camera on the front desk, vowing to reject my delivery and break my spell. The chat buzzed with his allies and curious onlookers. When the delivery arrived, KeyboardFury screamed at the courier, "I'm not taking it! Tell Patricia that her stuff is filthy!" The courier blinked, raising no objections. He simply left the meal at the front desk, snapped a photo, marked it delivered, and walked off.

It”s my fault anyway. Koji pulls out his driver from his pocket. He presses the left button of his driver and a white card comes from the card hole on the upside of his driver. There are a glasses picture and Koji”s name on the card. Koji gives Alfi the card. “Do you have a driver?” Koji asked. “Yup,” Kartika said showing her driver. “Insert it to your driver,” Koji said. Kartika takes the card from Alfi”s hand and inserts it into her driver.

An old commercial delivery truck rumbled out of the village. The driver, an elderly fisherman named Musa, had no idea that the sealed wooden crate in the back no longer contained fishing nets. Instead, it held the black ledger. Alongside it... A second device Damian had quietly assembled. A signal repeater. To anyone tracking the ledger, nothing had changed. It was still moving. Still heading inland. Exactly as expected. Meanwhile, Samuel's group left in the opposite direction. Using an unmarked coastal road. No phones. No digital maps.

"She must be the pathetic courier sent to drag your carcass to the minor commercial grounds. I knew Double D wouldn't waste an elite guard detail on a wildland stray like you. What a hilarious misunderstanding!" "Master Tahlia Sterling, your tongue is navigating the wrong track," the young omega messenger interrupts, her eyes instantly locking onto Tahlia's tailored tunic as she steps forward. "I am the vanguard driver dispatched by the production house to transport your frame to the historical warfare arena. The film crew is waiting."