Danganronpa Shipping Novels & Stories

Mas Suma is engrossed in his cell phone, he can be heard occasionally mentioning the name of his secretary, Desi. My eyes widened seeing the inbox in the gallery email. Signed there is a number fifteen, meaning a number of incoming emails. Ah, maybe an online ad. Indeed, who knows this gallery? With a pounding heart I opened the inbox incoming emails. If so, this is from the customer, meaning he is the first customer. First e-mail, from Cargo Company. They offer fast, cheap and secure shipping. Delivery can be domestic and foreign, Second e-mail, from teak wood supplier. Third, a service company that takes care of export documents.

He said it soft enough that only I could hear the threat underneath. I walked to the bar. My hands shook as I picked up the tray. This was a test. I knew it was a test. But what was he testing exactly? The men settled around the table. Damien took his seat at the head. He looked completely relaxed. In control. Like always. "The shipment from the east docks arrives Thursday." One of the men opened a folder. Maps and documents spread across the table. "Same route as always." I carried the tray over. Started pouring drinks. Whiskey for most of them. One wanted vodka. My ears strained to catch every word while trying to look like I wasn't listening.

I wanted it to be clear from his voice that there was no room for further negotiation. He looked at me with a sly smile. He thought he was going to knock me down, but he was wrong. The weapon I was offering him could not be produced by anyone, and he knew it. “Perfect! Where will the shipment be?” he asked me. “For me it will be perfect if the transport takes place in Paradows Port. I’ll truck in ahead of your ship if it’s anchored on the south side where everything is more lightless.” “That’s fine with me. I want you and your men to carefully unload all the boxes,” he told me.

Why are there two dots? Another shipment was ordered to drop at the base shore but why is there another shipment moving towards the opposite? My left hand comes up to rub my chin. "Who is in charge of the shipment dispatch and arrival?" I ask Andrei. He answers immediately. "Sir. Donovan" I nod slowly. A daunting smile creeps up my lips. The audacity to steal from me. I zoom in on the opposing shipment heading towards north. I tap on it and the information displays.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

Halloween was fast approaching, and Gannon had begun building housing, either for the Mississippi Bluffs Pack to hide out, or for any of his former pack members wishing to reunite. As the delivery driver walked toward him, Gannon snapped out of his daydreaming and made eye contact. “Okay sir, that’s the last of it. That’s 100 shipping containers and 100 heating units. You should be ready for a small army, even in the cold.”

Keeping my face unreadable, I walked to the bar and sat down. I could do this all night. “Break his fingers.” I ordered staring at Stefano. Suddenly, the sound of something snapping filled the entire bar. Lauren flinched the moment she heard the sound but there was nothing she could do about it. Domenico screamed in pain but I didn't give a f**k. Domenico coughed, blood speckling his lips. “The shipment… It’s at the docks… Warehouse 13…” I smiled, finally satisfied as I heard the location.

Almost. “Hmm…What about the shipments?” I asked recalling the two of my shipments due tomorrow. Dante frowned. “I guess you cancelled them.” “What are you talking about?” My brows thinned. Dante seemed confused as he tilted his head. “Then I’m mistaken. I’ll check about their status and let you know.” I hummed still feeling suspicious. Dante was not someone too lazy around. If he was confused, then something must have happened to the shipments. I’d call the in charge of the supply.

Marco muttered, sweeping his flashlight across empty shipping containers. I kicked open the red-painted warehouse doors Tony had mentioned. The interior smelled of salt and mildew. Empty except for a single chair in the center of the space, a dark stain spreading across the concrete beneath it. “It's recent,” Jax said, kneeling to examine the stain. “The blood's not fully dried yet.” My phone buzzed. Jax had sent the decrypted files from Doyle's computer. “Shipment of D's arrived. Storage at the old location. Dispose of damaged goods.”

But when our eyes met, even for just a second, my heart skipped. I quickly looked away and focused on setting down the refreshments, by placing cups of tea, pouring wine, laying plates of snacks and biscuits on the dining table one by one. The men were deep in conversation. “Our international shipping deal just came through,” one of them was saying. “If we get Adam’s approval, we’ll move thirty percent of our goods through the Port of los Angeles directly. No more intermediaries. It’ll double our profits.” Mr. Grey nodded slightly. “I want numbers by the end of the week.”