Ninjago Shipping Novels & Stories

"This increase is based on careful calculations, taking into account route adjustments and the additional priority services you've requested. We are offering expedited delivery guarantees to meet your demands and reduce the risk of delays." "In addition..." the Blue Horizon Shipping operations consultant continued, "... cargo security and speed of distribution are our top priorities. The increase includes additional costs for diversion from the port of Singapore to other high-capacity ports. It also covers the additional security costs and special monitoring for Gardeno AgroCrop's cargo".

he asked, biting his lip as he continued to twist the tuner back and forth. It’s one in the morning. We are in the harbor waiting for Kino’s men to load the guns bound for Japan. Mr. Takahashi’s cargo ship will pick up the shipment. Kino declared them as textile from Martinelli Holdings, and our people in the customs will take care of the rest, that is, if Kino knew how these kinds of things work. “You like having your fingers?” I asked, my eyes never leaving the screen of my mobile.

Alessandro asked, “Or are they just fishing?” “Fishing, for now,” Scott nodded, “But if they reel in a lead, we’re screwed. This is too big to play loose.” Coffee beans. Pier 37. Blind spot. “What about our insurance?” Alessandro asked, his eyes narrowing. “Jorge’s boys are clean, as far as I know,” Scott replied. “But you might want to swap out one or two, just in case. No one gets near that cargo unless you trust them with your life.”

Cosco Shipping Pisces. "Filter by current location, New York/New Jersey harbor," Wong says to the computer. The list shrinks to three names. Atlantic Conveyor. Hanjin Seattle. Krasnaya Zvezda. My eyes lock onto the third name. "Krasnaya Zvezda," I read aloud. "Red Star." "Russian flagged," Wong says, pulling up the vessel’s registry. "Registered in St. Petersburg. Owned by a shell company in Cyprus called Vostok Holdings."

The woman nodded, “Tell me, Ejima, does this look like a coincidence?” Ejima swallowed as she stared at the choirs of eyes that were staring back at her. It was almost impossible to think that those little children that could barely make a sound, were now standing on their feet with no support. Who could guess that this day would come? Who could have guessed that dropping those baskets into the water would save lives? “This is the finger of the creator,” Ejima whispered, unable to find words. “It sure is, Ejima, and by the way, my name is Ngozi." The smile broadens, "we've waited so long for this day. We have waited to give you her blessing and her gift.”

“Its still projecting it’s Mercer permit. Ryder copied the information and put in on their network, they all grabbed their comms out to look at it. Mia moved closer to look on Jays device. “Benny can you look into the company who owns the vessel and what freight it carries. He sat in a chair Infront of one of the ships monitors and connected his comm to it and began his research. “The ship is owned by the Fuju Company its base is in Ziion city, it’s the largest traders of fruit and vegetables and has regular routes between Ziion, Mercer, Stella and Viv.” “Why would it have a tracker in it?” Jay asked “Kat can you go back to Ziion, see if any other markers belong to the Fuju Company or if it’

Jester asked, taking a bite of succulent roast chicken. “I do, Heart Incorporated owns shipping yards in Mumbai, India, and Shanghai, China, however our focus in business is international shipments.” “Do you guys build ships yourself?” “No, we only own the yard. We lease them out to different companies. We are considering a purchase in Africa or Japan, but before any purchases can be made we need to secure a lessee.” “Interesting. So with regards to shipments, is it by cargo ships only, or do you deal in air freight as well?”

Mario asked, excitement flickering across his face. ​"There is a second warehouse," Chloe said, her eyes narrowing. "It’s an old cold-storage facility in the Brooklyn Navy Yard, disguised as a defunct meat-packing plant. It’s registered under a shell company called 'Apex Logistics.' And here’s the kicker: the Sovereign isn't the only ship. There are two high-speed transport vessels—the Valkyrie and the Wraith—that are trailing forty miles behind the main ship. They move without transponders. They dock at a private pier three miles north of the main terminal, exactly one hour after the Sovereign hits the port."

"What... what specifically do you need to know?" "Everything. Cargo details, arrival times, port locations, manifest lists, transport routes, security details. All of it." "That's... that's a lot of sensitive information—" "Then you'd better start pulling it up." He hesitated for one more moment, then his fingers started flying across the keyboard. "Three major shipments are coming in this week," he said, his voice shaky. "Two through the New Jersey ports, one through Baltimore. The total value is approximately 8.7 million dollars."

DIG Peters said. " which is why we need Martins Agent, agent blackbird, with the way he did a clean job last time, I'd say he's the best one for this kind of mission " DIG Peters said then DIG Martins entered. " sorry for keeping you all waiting " DIG Martins said as he sat down. " No worries " DIG Williams said. " so what's this meeting all about?" DIG Martins asked. " we have a situation at hand, there is a shipment heading here in Nigeria through the sea but there was windstorm which claim lives of those in the ship" he said then continue.