Selene and Abby
Copyright© 2022 by Old Man with a Pen
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?”
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