Danganronpa Shipping Novels & Stories

I asked without speaking. He cleared his throat slightly. “These are the confirmations of when Douglas expects the next shipments. I had them cross-checked again. The window is between six a.m. and eight forty-five.” I opened the folder. My eyes scanned the information quickly. Accurate. Precise. A small nod slipped from me before I could stop it. “Maybe you’re still useful for missions after all,” I said flatly, closing the folder. I wiped my mouth with a napkin and stood up.

Ibram wiped his knuckles, blood staining his skin. Lucas was staring at me. At us. Like he understood more than he should. I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down my face. Focus. I turned back to Antonio. “Where is the shipment?” I asked, voice cold again. Controlled. Antonio coughed, blood spilling from his lips. “Dock… seventeen…Time.…midnight…”

However, Adriel didn't respond. “Morning, prince." The voice continued. "You still owe me that favor from the warehouse job in ’23.” Adriel’s jaw tightened. “I remember.” “Good. Then you’ll remember I don’t like waiting.” Said the person on the other end. “There’s a shipment coming through the east docks tomorrow night. Small crew, but the lead runner’s been talking to the feds. I need him… persuaded. Quietly. No bodies, no headlines. Just make sure he forgets what he was going to say."

exclaims Bella, really excited. “Then let's go. The cargo ship leaves in 2 hours. First we need to get out without being seen. So we are going to go through the kitchens and out the south wing door. It has the least amount of guards and it is the closest to the docs. Once we are at the docs we will get in the box that carries the clothing. That will get us on the ship. The ship will go to Anera, That is where we will get off. Anera is one of the biggest countries in the world. The cargo ship we are taking is called Blue Jay. The one we will catch back to Astora is called Phoenix. Everybody understand the plan??” I ask after finishing the plan. Bella and Raven stared at me. Bella piped up and

Reason being why Spencer had went there to settle the whole batch. Andre's phone immediately rang. Garreth didn't know what he would say but surely it would be a good distraction. Unfortunately Norah was holding Andre's personal phone and his car keys. Norah didn't answer, Andre had told her to never answer his personal phone calls so she didn't but she did press the iPhone option where by it sends a message right after a missed call. Informing the caller that the owner will get back to them in a few. "Twelve bottles on each side.." Fernando said showing Andre the packaging of each wooden box inside the cargo container that would be shipped under the Levetté's name.

Sebastian remained standing for a moment, stubbing out his cigarette on the table’s edge before joining us. “Talk to me about the shipment,” I said, leaning forward. “The one from the Montenegro crew. Dante’s been riding my ass about delivery guarantees. Thirty kilos of pure Colombian product, rerouted through the new tunnel under the old rail yards. No more using the docks—too hot after Reyes’ last bust.”

This was the single best chance to bring Dante down. I opened the dossier, where every single page inside was stained with blood. "I have an audio recording to submit into evidence, Your Honor." I hit the play button, and Dante's voice rang through the courtroom speakers. "Get that shipment out through Grayford Port; I've already taken care of customs. You have to route the transactions through three shell companies to ensure that the FCB doesn't find anything they can use against us." Sofia's voice could also be heard on the recording. "Dante, the profits from this shipment are enough for us to build another dock in Vallenzia. Can you buy me a designer handbag from the latest collection onc

“Weapons.” “There’s a war in every decade,” I said. “Supply chains don’t have opinions.” He exhaled, relieved by the cynicism. “Payment split? Half now, half when we dock.” “Favorable terms,” I agreed. “Routing through three flags. Offload at Doria, warehouse under my name for forty-eight hours, then your people vanish it inland. You’ll pay a premium for the flags. You’ll thank me for it later.” He hesitated. “And if customs gets curious?”

“They always do.” He didn’t argue. The drive to Dock 12 was quiet, filled only with the purr of the engine and the buzz of a city that never slept, only turned darker after hours. Ava glanced at her phone once. Pearl had sent a text. Pearl: Good luck on your date, Mummy. Lock it in and have some fun too. Ava smiled for half a second, then shut the phone off. She couldn’t afford distractions tonight. This shipment contained everything—clean weapons and untouched inventory—meant for an ally in Prague who’d pay double if they delivered or triple if they could deliver a day earlier and protect the shipment until he got it.

Pointed it at the man's head. I stopped breathing. Tommy shifted beside me but didn't intervene. "Here's what's going to happen," Dante said calmly. "You're going to replace this entire shipment with quality product by tomorrow morning. And you're going to do it at half price. Consider it an apology f*e." "That's not possible……" Dante fired. The bullet hit the crate inches from the man's head. "Want to try that answer again?" "Tomorrow morning. Half price. I'll have it ready."