Overwatch Shipping Novels & Stories

VALENTINE "Alpha, a UPS driver is coming onto pack lands," Marvin, one of my warriors running patrols, tells me. "It's the usual truck. Want me to stop and inspect it?" "No, I'm expecting the delivery. Just have a few guys running alongside it, hidden in the trees. The driver knows to leave the delivery at the gates." "You got it, Alpha," he says before he breaks the link. Yes! It came faster than I expected. I ordered it just 2 days ago. I thought 2-day shipping applied after the item was made. They must have made them and sent them the same day.

Up until that point, all three of us had been getting along well, and there had been no cat-fighting. Was it totally comfortable? No. It was awkward as hell. But we got through it. But then we needed to input the shipping address. “Three of these will arrive in two days, so that’s fine,” Ashley noted. “But the last one is on back-order, and it won’t arrive for six weeks.” “The pink and blond one? That one was my favorite,” Beth said, disappointed. “It’s fine. Let’s just order it anyway. I’m sure you’ll still need wigs in six weeks, right?”

Quickly getting my phone out of my purse, as I scrolled through my shopping cart, I was supposed to received them today… why is it taking so much time? Do I need to speak to customer care or something? About three days to the wedding, I decided to buy out some self-defense items I could find online. Pepper spray. Tactical Keychains. Pocket knife. Taser. I was even hoping to buy a gun as well, but I can’t get those online, I was supposed to receive them all yesterday, but now there is a delay in delivery. I grinded my teeth in frustration. I felt fresh air swished around my face as soon as I got out of the car, and almost immediately some people came to talk to Theron allowing me to be alone

“Look here, Mr Harman,” I tried to sound dulcet but my voice proved guttural. “The delay of the shipment you ordered is because our warehouse exploded recently and I am sure you are aware of it. We’re however preparing harder drugs and we have doubled our security. There'll be no excuse not to deliver your marchandise. We’ll also be shipping the available weapons to you at a %50 discount to make up for the delay,” I said earnestly but It was as If I had said everything to a deaf man because the bastard's attention wasn’t on me, his lascivious eyes had been on Leia who was sitting leg crossed like a roadside slut.

Alpha Ulric pulls out his laptop, and even though I just want to do nothing but rest right now, I still move closer when he asks me to. I’m wearing his shirt. I’m getting some ground in his heart. “This is Kratos shipping. They’re one of the largest courier services, and they ship most of Highrise PLC’s products to the wider world. Last week, we sent a shipment worth a few million dollars to them. That shipment should leave in a few days.” I nod because I know Kratos shipping. Sophia always made sure we used them, they charged less, and they don’t carry out a lot of too-thorough checks, in case Alpha Ulric had done something to the goods.

He was going to shake the entire city and Romano was going to feel every bit of it. He watched as his men packed the boxes containing the guns into the truck and drove out before he got into his car and drove behind it. The shipment had gotten in from the US, worth thousands of United States dollars. It contained different weapons, from the latest sophisticated guns to vintage rifles, bulletproof vests and ammos. It was the little price he had to pay for what was coming.

Layers of guard rotations, camera blind spots that only lasted seconds, magnetic locks, reinforced watchtowers. “Satellite sweep comes in every forty-eight hours,” Noel was saying, tapping the screen with a pen. “We’ve mapped the timing. That’s our gap to get in, get out.” Matt leaned back in his chair. “And the shipment of ARs?” “Cleared customs yesterday. We’ll store them here until two days before the move,” I answered, flipping the file shut. “Ammo’s coming in separate, spread out through the next three weeks so it doesn’t raise a flag.”

Gio's POV. The heavy oak doors of my office slammed shut with a force that should have cracked the wood, but it wasn't enough to drown out the echo of his voice. 'You might get addicted to my company.' I dropped into my leather chair, the springs groaning under my weight. My arm throbbed—the wound from the hospital—but the physical ache was a dull hum compared to the static screaming in my brain. I pulled a stack of logistics reports toward me. We had a weapon shipment to intercept in twenty-four hours. I needed to focus. I needed to be the King of Kards.

“They control the shipping lanes for that region.” “We can if we fly it, we contact Stratos, split the shipment into four loads. The shipment leaves tonight and lands tomorrow afternoon. The installation team can begin on schedule. All you have to do is draft the contract.” “But that will cost three times the shipping budget!” Mr White protests, and I can see the others nodding.

I didn’t exactly need to see what the hell she could do when she made it her job. “So we’ve got two shipments of weapons coming in tonight, and a third shipment of luxury cars going out,” Stan said. I nodded. “And the cars are going?” Stan tapped the tablet Lyle had finally convinced him to use at least while walking the warehouse floor instead of the reams of paperwork my right hand preferred. “Southeast Asia, already tagged for buyers.” “Good, good.” “Hey, Mr. Conti.” One of my newer warehouse foremen waved.