Danganronpa Shipping Novels & Stories

“I thought dampeners were on the list tonight?” “You were misinformed,” is all the giant mass of clay with a face says, so I point at some anti-shifting gear instead and hand over a card with an address on it for delivery that he quickly absorbs. “I’ve been told you’re the one to speak to about sorting out some… shipping… problems,” the Beta says casually as he finishes up his own list. “Depends on the problem.” “A delicate, cross-country problem.” Delicate. Is that what we’re calling transporting the living?

Chapter NINETEEN JONATHAN Point of View My hand formed a crushing grip on the phone until my knuckles became pure white as I listened to another pointless explanation from the voice at the other end. “The shipment is gone, Alpha. My team has inspected every control point including ports and warehousing facilities. There’s no trace of it.” I clenched the phone harder as my nails cut into my palm. Gone? The shipment represented a massive financial value which required months of planning alongside bribes and risks before disappearing. My jaw held itself tight enough to hurt but I worked to maintain steady speech. You told me there would be no traces of the shipment. I hissed. High-priced mercha

"10 a.m.—Shipment from Hamburg arrived short. Other shipments were checked, but there was no shortage. Ippolit checked the numbers while Gunsyn talked to the men. The shortage was from the other side. Zakhar will take of it." It appears that Father kept a daily record of everything that happened. Rurik takes one and reads aloud another entry. "11 p.m.— Lanzzare struck a truck shipment outside Secaucus. Bold fuckers. The shipment was burner phones and laptops. It was hit to show they could, no other reason than that." "Lanzzare." He sighs and slams the journal closed. "And you want to invite one to this wedding." "Yes. It's what my wife demands. Isn't that the key to a happy marriage?"

I could feel the heat radiating from his broad shoulders, and I knew my presence tortured him. "This is the main server portal," Kade began, turning the silver laptop so we both had a clear view of the bright screen. He typed a long string of numbers into the password box. "We use a legitimate international shipping logistics company to mask the movement of our private cargo. On the surface, the company transports heavy machinery and commercial textiles across Europe and North America." "And underneath the surface?" I asked, keeping my tone professional and detached.

"There's been a skirmish between one of their patrols and a group of ours. We were trying to transport goods between Nests when they took forcible hold of it. Their patrol took five hostages and killed eleven. Only two made it back." I shook my head, wanting to be sick. Killing taken was one thing, but Scorchers? Yes, they were extreme in their ways of thinking, but they were still human. And we all knew that those on cargo runs were practically harmless if you left them alone. They only cared about getting their gear from point A to point B as quickly as possibly, and there's no way they would've gone near the city's giant walls unless they'd absolutely had to. "What were they transporting?

I scrolled through all of this on my phone from the back of the production crew's car. We were heading toward the old town. "If these two don't get their affection levels up today, they're going to get eliminated, right?" "They won't eliminate Logan. He's way too big a star. They'll probably just swap his partner." "So boring. Why did Logan even agree to do a show like this?" "The weirder the match, the more I ship it. I have a feeling something's about to happen." "Are you out of your mind? If anything actually happens between them, I'll eat crap live on stream!"

DAMON’S POV “Thank you so much, sir. I'd get the shipments out tomorrow morning, so it would get to seaports on or before 9 a.m.,” I responded to Jake, putting together the paperwork of our client’s coal order. “Alight, Damon, I am super exhausted. I'd be retiring for the day. Endeavor to let me know when you send them out to the seaport tomorrow,” Jake said in a low tone, sluggishly pulling his suit jacket along with him.

The system's cold, mechanical voice sliced through the silence like a blade, announcing a blood-red shipping record: 【Origin: Clare Laboratory, Obsidian City. Destination: Diamond City Core District. Cargo Description: First-Generation Core Subject. Recipient Code — "D".】 Avery's breath caught sharply at the sight of that glaring letter "D". Her vision tunneled, the single character burning into her retinas like a brand. The letters seemed to pulse in the blue light, growing larger, more insistent, until they filled her entire field of view.

“Letter said the shipment comes through here. If we’re lucky, your grandmother’s pen pal still likes punctuality.” Selene didn’t answer. They stopped near an old warehouse with broken windows and a faded sign that read: R. & Sons Shipping Co. Kael smirked. “Subtle.” Romano flicked ash off his cigarette. “Most evil things are.” Selene stepped forward first. The metal door creaked when she pushed it open. Inside, rows of wooden crates filled the space. Caius sniffed the air. “Blood.” Selene nodded. “Not fresh.”

she said, making Daniel nod. “Of course not,” he assured her. “The new product is in the basement. Your men will clear it there. The next shipment is on the way—the cost will depend on how difficult it is to smuggle it into the country,” she said. Daniel smiled. “Thank you for accepting my offer. How can I repay you?” The woman scoffed. “Don’t make promises while excited. Just make sure your brother doesn’t cause me any losses.” “He won’t,” Daniel promised, extending his hand for a shake, which she took.