Overwatch Shipping Novels & Stories

He shook him like a puppet. Max nodded and Zane threw him on the ground and returned to his place. No one dared make a sound. Even my wolf had his tail tucked between his legs which never happened before. A horrible suspicion took hold of me. Did he let me win when we fought at his packhouse? I tucked that thought away neatly. “Getting back to our other issue…” I cleared my throat. “The Cartel is waiting for their shipment. If we don’t deliver within a week, they will send their men. And you all know what that means. They shoot first and ask questions later.”

I covered her mouth as she wailed in pain. “We could do this all night.” I said coldly. “The shipments. Where and when is the next one.” I asked again. She glared at me and remained quiet. I twisted the knife in her hand, causing her to groan in agony. I took her pinky finger, and twisted it backwards, effectively breaking it. I did the same to 3 other fingers before she finally spoke. “Fuck. Fuck! Okay you sick shit.” Rebecca wailed. “The next shipment from Russia will be here in 3 days. Moskov is sending over an arsenal of weapons.” Rebecca gasped.

Every piece was exactly right. While she processed the transaction, I wrote out the address, making sure the spelling was perfect. "These will ship tomorrow morning," the associate assured me. "Express delivery, should arrive in Los Angeles within two to four days." "Excellent. Thank you for your help." "My pleasure, Mr. Carter." She handed me a receipt. "Please come back if you need anything else." Back outside, the night air felt cooler than before. I checked my watch. Nearly midnight. The shopping district was quieter now, most stores dark, only a few restaurants and bars still serving.

“They always do.” He didn’t argue. The drive to Dock 12 was quiet, filled only with the purr of the engine and the buzz of a city that never slept, only turned darker after hours. Ava glanced at her phone once. Pearl had sent a text. Pearl: Good luck on your date, Mummy. Lock it in and have some fun too. Ava smiled for half a second, then shut the phone off. She couldn’t afford distractions tonight. This shipment contained everything—clean weapons and untouched inventory—meant for an ally in Prague who’d pay double if they delivered or triple if they could deliver a day earlier and protect the shipment until he got it.

“As much as I would want that, I believe the first and best thing to do is create branches of our business in more places that are harder to reach. Delivery would be way faster. For now, the shipping method will definitely be faster.” “How fast?” he asked, noting something down on his laptop just as Darla walked down the stairs. “About three to five days after the order has been placed. Isn’t that better than two weeks?” I asked with a shrug. “It’s better than two weeks, but sometimes we reach them after a whole month has gone by,” he corrected. We talked for a few more minutes before falling into silence. “Would you two want anything to eat? The chef just arrived for lunch,” Darla informed,

"Your father is not stupid. He could be feeding you false information." "He's not. He still trusts me. Thinks I'm too weak to be a real threat." Ethan's voice is bitter. "He's wrong." "We'll see." Dmitri pulls out one page. "This shipment here. Rotterdam to the London docks. Weapons and pharmaceuticals. High value. You say it arrives Thursday night?" "Yes. Container 847B. Ocean will be there personally." "And security?" "Standard protocol. Six men on the ground. Two snipers on the warehouse roof. Ocean's second-in-command Michael will be with him."

The soothing scent, and the way everything was exactly the way I left it made a small smile to tug on my face. I walked to the kitchen and brewed coffee for myself. I took a sip from the cup of coffee while Brad walked back in. "The shipment will only be dispatched when you sign," he said. "Is there a reason why it's being delayed? I had men stationed around waiting for a swift delivery." "Yes,apparently some glocks are missing so they had to use a moment to think of an alternative." "Hmmm. I'll think of something and—" "I knew it!" Selena's son yelled and we turned to look at him.

[Emir QC Team: Sir, we have checked all the items. As you expected, everything in the box is Goojoo mili. We have also sent them to the main warehouse in HolyWing to double-check whether there is any other damage or not, while HolyWing is already running to fulfill the complaint quota. Within a week, we can enter the finishing time. We are speeding up as much as possible for delivery].

A frown settled on Sven's face, “low stock how? I thought we placed orders for those.” “They were meant to come in yesterday, but I didn't get any news until today that there was a little bit of a delay.” Mason explained. “When should we be expecting them?” “Tomorrow, according to them.” Sven let out a sigh, “I'll call Maxwell and let him know. Anything else?” “Yes, Fredrick Armando placed his first order this morning. Colt Python.” Sven scanned through Fredrick's order list, “this is a lot and really good orders. I'll inform them to send these over for packaging.”

Next shipment, she handles the exchange herself. One Hour Later – The Warehouse Office The tiny office smelled of stale coffee and fear. A single bare bulb swung from the ceiling, throwing harsh shadows across the metal desk. Katherina sat with her hands clenched in her lap, still shaking. A glass of water sat untouched in front of her. Carlos leaned back in his chair, calm as ever. “The shipment rolls out at dawn. Trucks to the airport, private plane to Mexico. After that, the cartel takes over.” Katherina swallowed hard. “And what’s my part in all this?”