Danganronpa Shipping Novels & Stories

"His next big shipment is in four hours. Docks, Pier 17." Lena's heart started racing. This was it. They weren't hiding anymore. They were going to war. The group moved fast, accumulating supplies. Guns, knives, explosives—anything they could find. Lena put away her gun. Tonight, its weight was different. This wasn't survival, this was a message. Damien was pacing. "We do this right, Kane loses millions." Noah's hand tightened around his gun. "We do this wrong, we don't walk out."

This was getting pointless; I was tired of the back and forth. “……” He stayed silent. “Now that that’s settled, let’s talk about reports on the new shipping.” I started a new shipping company, actually, I have a lot of them under different names and different places just for emergencies, and if one dies down, I can always get extra. Men aren’t hard to find, some that have escaped prison and need a place to stay or work while they avoid the law can always work for me underground and move to different countries. “Please, a moment.” He said as he opened the tablet and checked for details. Yes, there is a 19.7%” increase in shipments since the last time we had a supply.” He added.

It was over in seconds, the firelight flickering against the still forms of the mercenaries. "Clear," James muttered, scanning the area. Sophia exhaled slowly, the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She wiped her blade on the grass and turned to the others. "The shipment?" Micah gestured toward a nearby tent. "It has to be there." They moved cautiously, their footsteps muffled by the soft earth. Inside the tent, crates were stacked high, each marked with the shadow network's insignia. Sophia's breath caught as she read the labels chemical compounds, advanced weaponry, and a file stamped Nexus.

Another message, this time from an unknown number: [Why is my package delayed? I expect my shipment in two days, or there will be trouble, Alpha Barron.]

She typed a few commands, and a new file appeared on the main screen. It was a bill of lading for a high-security, climate-controlled shipment that had just left a private port in Europe. The contents were listed under a single code name. The destination was a private, secure airfield just outside of Chicago. The recipient was a shell corporation owned by Marcus Thorne. “The delivery is scheduled to arrive in the next twenty-four hours,” Anya said, her eyes wide. We all stared at the screen, at the code name for the shipment. It was a name that meant nothing and everything all at once. A name that sent a fresh wave of cold dread through me. I read it aloud, the word feeling like a curse in m

Ronan had a map spread out, marking the shipment route. “They’ll hit us here,” he said, tapping a spot on the highway. “It’s isolated, no witnesses, and easy to block off.” “So we don’t send the shipment,” Maddox suggested. “We can’t not send it,” Ronan said. “It’s time-sensitive. If it doesn’t arrive by tomorrow, we lose a major contract.” “Then we defend it,” Jaxon said. “Send extra security, be ready for them.” “Or,” I said slowly, “we turn it around. Make it a trap for them instead of us.”

The second page was dates of operation in each warehouse and the third was amount of product that was shipped in and out and on what ship. None of this looked incriminating but who would write, ‘shipping 23 girls out on the 16th of June on cargo ship 4256 at 9pm.’ I got a hunch and I put the book back and grabbed a few other books. I shook them and more papers fell out. I didn’t have time to really look through every page as I could hear the housekeeping working and I know my time is running out. I need to head back asap!

I just comforted myself by eating my favorite adobong pork. I listlessly took my phone out of my bag and placed it down. The what-ifs were still on my mind. Like what if we don't find a shipping company to ship our garments to our partnership company? Like what if because of that problem they back out? I mean, this is our chance to grow the business that Shane, Jill, and I have worked so hard for! I snapped out of it when I saw my phone notifying me. I picked it up and saw the message. It was Gunner.

“They control the shipping lanes for that region.” “We can if we fly it, we contact Stratos, split the shipment into four loads. The shipment leaves tonight and lands tomorrow afternoon. The installation team can begin on schedule. All you have to do is draft the contract.” “But that will cost three times the shipping budget!” Mr White protests, and I can see the others nodding.

“Walk me through it. If we cut them off, how deep does it hit?” She rose and came around the table, pointing to the screen. “These shipments—see the rotation pattern? Every third day, their cargo switches registry to bypass customs. It’s done through a shell company: Corsair Holdings. If you lock their container tags at port entry, nothing moves. Within a week, their whole system stalls.” Anton grunted. “And when they notice?” “They’ll try to buy you back.” He smirked. “That’s a polite word for extortion.”