Overwatch Shipping 소설 & 이야기

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.”

, I respond, stepping into her office. "There is a major shipment coming in on Thursday, Dock E013,", She takes her glasses off and folds them in her hands. She sighs, "Problem is that Dock E013's storage renovation is running three days overtime, and containers seem to go... missing during events as such,". She holds her hands on her desk, "I need you to supervise the shipment. Report to me if any issues arise." Dock E013 is on the Eastern shores, on the other side of the country.

I said and stood up. Martha had been plying us with snacks and coffee and water the entire day and I felt the need to shower before we left. We had already checked all our weapons and Preston had given everyone the liquid bottles of nightshade that we had boiled. An hour and a half later we were back in the meeting room as Timothy filled us in on the details of what we missed when we all left earlier. “These guys aren’t afraid of anything. They’re discussing delivery on the main page, saying the seller will contact the buyer within ten minutes and delivery is to take place within twenty-four hours or the buyer will get a refund,” Timothy explained.

We got into the off-roaders and headed to the warehouse on the west side, on the dock side where the shipment will take place. Once we arrived about a half mile from the warehouse, we got out of the cars and headed to it by foot. Orlando I had a real bad feeling about tonight. The shipment was due at any time by one of our well known suppliers who both dealt in air rifles and drugs, so they’d be dropped off together. ‘Are you okay bro?’ Daniel asked, taking me out of my thoughts. I looked at him. “Yeah I’m fine.” “You don’t look like it.”

I waited until they finished before I stood up again. “Now, shall we continue with the actual reason for this meeting?” I said calmly. “The shipment from Mexico lands in three nights, and we’re looking at half a dozen trucks. Five of them are pure product, while the last one will be carrying the kind of weapons you wouldn’t want your mama seeing. I want everyone on their A-game. You fuck this up, and I won’t bury you with a name.” No one spoke as they sat quietly, nodding to everyone word I said.

"I knew you were reasonable. One shipment. Then we'll see how it goes." Adrian's hand found mine, his grip tight. "When?" "Tomorrow night. Warehouse 7 in Perth Amboy. Do you know it?" "Yes." "Good. Trucks will arrive at midnight. Three of them. Your people will process them through customs with standard shipping documentation. Everything will look legitimate." "What's in the trucks?" "Does it matter?" Adrian and I looked at each other, the weight of the question settling between us. "No," Adrian said quietly. "It doesn't matter."

I actually bought the kit, less than five minutes later. The company was located in California, just a one-hour drive from where I lived in Nipton. According to the website, I qualified for free one-day shipping, meaning it would arrive the following day. I pushed it out of my thoughts and went on with the rest of my day and night. Mira was over at my place having lunch the next afternoon when the package showed up. I grabbed it from the mailbox, and the moment she saw it, her face lit up. “It’s here. Perfect. Let’s do this,” she said, setting her sandwich aside.

They're both suspicious of this supposed friend of our father's, who has always been an ally but never bothered to show up. Where was he when all hell broke loose? Better yet—where was he before? When we needed him, someone, anyone, to step in and put Kostya back in his place? "I'm all ears." I nod at Rina to start taking notes. Only an idiot wouldn't be able to pick up on our suspicion, and Arlo is clearly not an idiot. He eyes us with a warmth I'm not entirely comfortable with and nods. "We have five warehouses Stateside with weapons and ammunition we're eager to offload. All new, all verified and tested, all ready to hand over to you for half the markup you're getting from these other sup

The warehouse squatted ahead of us, ugly concrete bleeding graffiti and old blood, chain-link fence sagging like it had already given up. “Clock’s ticking,” I whispered, checking the magazine on my suppressed Glock for the third time. “Shipment rolls out in forty-one minutes.” Shane’s answer was a low growl. “Then we make them late.” We slipped the fence at the blind spot I’d mapped from Evelyn Pierce’s drunken gossip two nights ago. The gala had been worth every suffocating minute in that wig. Rich men talk when they think no one dangerous is listening.

Or pack business that could wait until normal hours. I had the sinking feeling it was about to change far more than just my night. "The shipment is on time. Patrick is expecting them to clear his pack around 3:00 A.M." "Fantastic," Dad said, clearly pleased. "How many this time?" "Twenty-five. Premium quality that'll rake in the money. Joshua and Thatcher are both looking for new toys." Twenty-five what? And why did the phrase "new toys" make my skin crawl? I didn't know what shipment they were talking about, but I had a sickening feeling that premium quality wasn't referring to merchandise…