Chapter 6

Abby

I was working ... okay okay okay ... playing with my hobby ... assembling ex military aircraft ... and I was getting close to the end of my stash of F8Fs when I remembered Selene organised 17 shipping containers but I had an extra ... there were 11 empties ... and 7 sitting in my stack.

Organised? Australia strikes again!

I can do math as good as the next guy ... eleven and seven is eighteen ... hmmm.

Quick like a bunny I grabbed my invoice.

Seven SNJs

Nine F8Fs

One F7F.

Seventeen.

So I counted again.

Eighteen.

Then I checked seals.

I kept the ones I snipped. They’re in my safe. Just in case.

So ... I hiked the stack again. The seal that was in the middle of the bunch had a number that was out of sequence ... way out of sequence ... not even in the Milky Way out of sequence.

Hmm?

Cellphone:

“Siri?”

“Good Afternoon, Abby.”

“Who would I call if I wanted the law ... exclude local law enforcement.”

“Princessapality Bureau of Investigation ... Marshals ... Alcohol Tax Firearms and Explosives, Customs and Border Security or Junior.”

“Junior, please.”

“RING* Not everyone has Junior in the Numbered direct call list.

“Customs.”

“Junior?”

“Abby?”

“Junior?” That ‘Junior’ was rife with innuendo and inquiry.

“Surprise inspection.”

“Don’t you have minions for that?”

I couldn’t see her but ... I could hear the blush. The blush was in the hesitation.

“ ... Yes...”

“Well?”

“It’s more fun if I do it myself.”

I realized her voice was hollow sounding.

“Junior? Where are you?”

“Secure Warehouse ... it’s big.”

“I had that figured out ... no ... where?”

An Immense pause ... well worth the capital I. Then...

“Detroit.”

“What are you doing inspecting cargo in a FED-A warehouse?”

“Someone was shipping something out of country ... Detroit got suspicious and asked me to be present.”

“So ... you’re NOT pulling a surprise?”

“You might think that, I could not possibly comment.

“You sneak!”

“Well ... yes.”

“What?”

“What what?”

“What did you find?”

“Who? Me?”

“You’re not going to tell me.”

“About?”

“Thought so.”

“Why did you call?”

“I have too many shipping containers ... Siri suggested you.”

“How many extra?”

“Just one.”

“Have you looked?”

“Nope ... someone official is going to do that.”

“Am I official enough?”

“Yup.”

“Hi.”

<Hi>

“Hi ... and hi to you seven.”

“Which one?”

“The one in the middle.”

In just a bit...

“Wow!”

“Yes...”

“That was impressive.”

“Like my bubble?”

“Will my watch do that?”

<You have a watch?>