Omori Shipping Novels & Stories

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.

But in our infinite trouble In our heart melting like the oil from a candle wax There lies the one, the king, the mother of all mothers The father of all fathers Him and him alone took us in There walked the king of kings The God of gods Him and him alone took us in Shelters us, fed us and clothed us. There smiled the love of all loves Saying, I will never leave you nor forsake you We are Ejima We cried, We screeched, we screamed, and the God of gods answered. Cause the sun to rise The heart that weeps shall sing The womb that was barren has given birth to the child of promise

Liora took her seat behind her desk and immediately powered up the main monitor linked to the port logistics database. “We need to quickly remap the departure schedules for cargo vessels from the exclusive northern docks to align perfectly with Thorne Group’s master timetable.” This integration of navigation systems and shipping manifests must be completed before the customs inspection team conducts their weekly routine check. The speed at which we consolidate these operations will serve as the first proof to the public that we hold absolute operational control. Mavric placed his black leather folder on the edge of Liora’s desk, then pulled out a formal chair to sit opposite her.

The first true fracture in Orion was about to happen. And whether the system survived… Now depended on one frightened logistics company. Night had settled over the small Mediterranean port. The cranes stood still against the dark sky, their towering frames silhouetted by the harbour lights. Containers rested in long silent rows, waiting for morning shipments that now hung in uncertainty. Inside the Bellini Freight Systems headquarters, Lorenzo Bellini sat alone in his office. The photograph Marco’s representative had delivered still lay on his desk. His port. Taken earlier that morning.

"For real? They are the biggest enterprise in Aurous Hill!" Yolden chuckled. "It's not just Emgrand—I'm sure you've heard about the Ito-Schulz Ocean Shipping Group? One of the largest logistics groups internationally? Which is enjoying a soar in profits due to the inflation of shipping prices? It's a joint venture between the Ito family and the Schulz family, but Charlie has the controlling stake." Matilda rubbed her temples, sighing, "Gosh… T-That's just ridiculous…" "Indeed it is," Yolden smiled. "Oh, and by the way… you should have heard of the name Ten Thousand Armies, right? The mercenaries who provided the Ito-Schulz Ocean Shipping Group with an armed escort?"

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.