Tales of the Mourning Dove

[Kyte_]

After a few moments, Sasha noticed that Virgil had not touched his ale. She commented on that fact and was quickly informed that the second was actually for her, as he never touches the stuff. Liquor, it seems is the only thing that he'll drink with any regularity. This brought a smile to her face. He was a handsome man with a winning smile and something felt familiar about him. She didn't know why, but she felt comfortable sharing her dream of the "Mourning.Dove" and her aspirations to become one of the "BIG" players in the shipping and logistics game. While she babbled on, Virgil nodded and smiled, taking in all of her words. After finishing the second Ale, Sasha was starting to feel it's effect upon her. Virgil, allowed her to take his arm and lead her to the dock where he planned to give her a guided tour of his Kusari Train. It was marvelous, and Sasha would have enjoyed the tour, but she had passed out cold by the time they stepped aboard. She would remember nothing, save Virgil's disarming smile.
Virgil gently handed her over to his first mate.

"See that she's comfortable in her new abode... Something tells me this one will do us proud", He chuckled heading toward the bridge as his first made carried her back onto the deck to an awaiting transport moored beside her own Borderworld Transport. Her reaction was sure to be of great interest to the man in Newark who had given the order for Sasha to be... secured. She slept on oblivious as her security code and moor pass were liberated from her left breast pocket and she was covered with a soft throw. The first mate then dimmed the lights, closing the door behind him, shaking his head... it was too easy.

The man at Newark got a coded message...

"The package is en route"

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