Danganronpa Shipping Novels & Stories

Ironhead stood at the front, a map of our territory laid out on the table. “So, Ironhead, give me the rundown on what’s going down with the shipments. We need those weapons, and we need them before the cops come snooping around,” I stated, my voice firm. Ironhead nodded, pointing to a location on the map. “Alright, here’s what we know. The shipment was supposed to come through the docks last night, but our contact says it got held up by some unknown person. They’ve got the shipment stashed somewhere here,” he said, tapping a spot on the map just outside our territory.

A calm sea lapped against the harbor, periodically sending waves that rocked the ships that waited there. In a while, at a great distance, Don‟s convoy approached. Only three cars could be seen now. The other cars had done as instructed. The tinted glass had offered additional protection and the Cadillac itself had been fitted with bulletproofs. Slowly they maneuvered the cars through the entrance. All the shipment containers had code labels. M105 for cocaine in breakable artifacts to R321 and codes AB42 for human cargo. They drove through the maze of containers and then spotted a seating of cars in an open space and a party of armed gentlemen waiting there.

"So, let's get down to it. When are the shipments coming in?" I wasn't about to explain that Sara was, in fact, furious with me. Or that she would have a fit if she knew where I really was right now. The idea made my headache start up all over again. "The shipment comes on Thursday," Marino informed us gravely, "and it's a big one. I'm going to need all hands on deck, capisce?" I agreed of course, but couldn't help wondering what I was going to do if Sara was still angry on Thursday.

She didn’t need to worry about such messy happenings. I reclined the driver’s seat and closed my eyes. Five minutes. I just needed five minutes to recalibrate and move to the next task. The buzz of my phone made sure I barely got three. I picked it and saw the latest notification. Sean: Shipment just got held up at the Harbour. Bunch of strays. Not humans. I blinked, rubbing the blur from my eyes as I read it again. Just to make sure. Then another message came in. Sean: They want a cut before letting the shipment be. Colt and I are on our way out. You close?

“Boss, we’ve got a situation. The shipment—one of our biggest—is being held up at the docks. It’s not just a delay. Someone’s making moves.” Dante’s jaw tightened, his gaze flicking to Izzy. She was laughing with Maya as they colored on the floor. He hated that this world always tried to pull him back in. “I’ll handle it,” Dante said, standing up. “Keep the shipment secure. I’m on my way.” The air at the docks was cold and heavy, the faint scent of saltwater mingling with the smoke from nearby factories. Dante stepped out of his car, his sharp suit contrasting with the grimy surroundings. Luca and a few of his men were waiting for him near a stack of shipping containers.

he asked, biting his lip as he continued to twist the tuner back and forth. It’s one in the morning. We are in the harbor waiting for Kino’s men to load the guns bound for Japan. Mr. Takahashi’s cargo ship will pick up the shipment. Kino declared them as textile from Martinelli Holdings, and our people in the customs will take care of the rest, that is, if Kino knew how these kinds of things work. “You like having your fingers?” I asked, my eyes never leaving the screen of my mobile.

Next shipment, she handles the exchange herself. One Hour Later – The Warehouse Office The tiny office smelled of stale coffee and fear. A single bare bulb swung from the ceiling, throwing harsh shadows across the metal desk. Katherina sat with her hands clenched in her lap, still shaking. A glass of water sat untouched in front of her. Carlos leaned back in his chair, calm as ever. “The shipment rolls out at dawn. Trucks to the airport, private plane to Mexico. After that, the cartel takes over.” Katherina swallowed hard. “And what’s my part in all this?”

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.

Manager Shank asked, "Yes boss." I disconnected the call. Tomorrow's shipment will bring a lot of funds. Hopefully, this won't end up being a tote. He was concerned that the shipment might be disrupted due to some unforeseen circumstances, leading to a loss of funds. He was hoping that the shipment would proceed smoothly, as it would be beneficial for the company.

The kind I’d learned, painfully, to swallow with pills, distance, and silence. I shifted in my chair before it could take over completely. Forced myself back into familiar territory. Business. Numbers. Anything solid. “Rocco said the shipments haven’t gotten to him,” I said, my voice clipped, controlled. “What’s going on?” Daniel leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, grateful for the change in topic. “It should get to him today. The delay was from the port. Customs held it longer than expected. Took them forever to load his goods.”