Danganronpa Shipping Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

Sam steps forward, the blade slicing through the top, giving Damon a perfect view of his toys. "Where is my shipment, Damon?" I walk around so he can see me. His body shakes with fear. "I won't ask a second fucking time!" "It's in a shipping container." "Going where? I need details, you idiot!" Kneeling down, I ensure my eyes are on his. "I'm waiting. Sam is getting rather bored right now." I hear the slam of the meat clever against some kind of animal, along with the swiping of two blades rubbing together. No doubt that one is Sam.

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.”

Gia reached out, her heart skipping a beat as she saw the unsaved number. Unknown: Open your laptop. Look at the pre-market shipping indexes for the Eastern Seaboard. Gia sat up, pulling her laptop onto her covers and logging into the high-clearance financial terminal Leo had given her access to. She pulled up the Thorne Shipping Corporation’s primary ticker. The screen flashed with a sea of aggressive, bleeding red.

He gave a subtle signal to the people behind me, then walked toward me step by step. Confetti cannons burst behind me. I gasped, covering my mouth, as he slowly knelt before me. "Oh my God! Say yes! Say yes!" "Congratulations, boss!" Amid the cheers, he slipped a ten-carat diamond ring on my finger. "Mom is happy! Oliver is happy! Daisy is happy! Mom and Oliver are hugging! Oh, no! That's something Daisy shouldn't be watching!"