Jumping straight in, it's mystery as to what this is...
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My job can be boiled down into two things. Taking shit on and off airplanes. Mail, cargo, people, even the literal definition. Sure, there's different procedures for everything, and paper work that needs to get done. But, that's what I do in a nutshell.
As a result, I get to see a lot of neat things and people. Tanks, helicopters, generals, and the state governor, just to name a few.
But, I hadn't ever seen anything like what we were loading now. Normaly, we ship stuff in wooden crates. Cardboard. Or drums. Normal materials, and normal things. What we were having to deal with now, were massive black boxes. Huge things, too. They had this big weird seal on them, too. It was mostly faded around the edges, but it looked like a bird in a circle. The bottom was too eroded for me to be sure.
I know this probably shouldn't seem that odd, but something about the crates in this shipment felt off. Or at least, incredibly strange. But, it's not my job to question things like that. Especially if it's being escorted by a Courier.
Couriers are people who are trusted with keeping an eye on 'special' shipments. Large amounts of hard cash, gold bullion, classified things, radio-active materials. That sort of thing. They have to stay right next to it, watching it at all times, until they either reach their destination or can lock it up in a secure government special materials holding facility. I've met Couriers who've slept on the crates they're escorting, rather than leave them alone while they go get some shut-eye. They take their job seriously.
In short, if it's being escorted by a Courier, for security's sake, I generally don't ask. What you don't know, you can't get in trouble for blabbing about at a bar.
And so, since this particular Courier was escorting a particularily odd piece of cargo, I made it a point not talk about it, other than the absolute neccesities of 'Where do we put it?' and 'Ok, I'm going to need another big chain to tie this thing down'.
We had it out to the C-5 and tied down in about half an hour. That was another weird thing. A C-5 is a big plane. Enormous, in fact. You could fit a house in it. But the whole thing was being use for these four big black boxes. I tried to push the thought out of my head, as I was heading down the loading ramp. That was nothing for me to be worrying about.
That was when the sirens started going off, and my day from odd to bizarre.
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Part one of god knows how many, done.
This is not only a work in progress, it's supposed to be a surprise. So, don't feel stupid, or afraid to call me stupid, that I left out distinguishing characteristics of... anything, really.
Right now, we have a mysterious shipment, at an airbase under attack. And things get weird.
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My job can be boiled down into two things. Taking shit on and off airplanes. Mail, cargo, people, even the literal definition. Sure, there's different procedures for everything, and paper work that needs to get done. But, that's what I do in a nutshell.
As a result, I get to see a lot of neat things and people. Tanks, helicopters, generals, and the state governor, just to name a few.
But, I hadn't ever seen anything like what we were loading now. Normaly, we ship stuff in wooden crates. Cardboard. Or drums. Normal materials, and normal things. What we were having to deal with now, were massive black boxes. Huge things, too. They had this big weird seal on them, too. It was mostly faded around the edges, but it looked like a bird in a circle. The bottom was too eroded for me to be sure.
I know this probably shouldn't seem that odd, but something about the crates in this shipment felt off. Or at least, incredibly strange. But, it's not my job to question things like that. Especially if it's being escorted by a Courier.
Couriers are people who are trusted with keeping an eye on 'special' shipments. Large amounts of hard cash, gold bullion, classified things, radio-active materials. That sort of thing. They have to stay right next to it, watching it at all times, until they either reach their destination or can lock it up in a secure government special materials holding facility. I've met Couriers who've slept on the crates they're escorting, rather than leave them alone while they go get some shut-eye. They take their job seriously.
In short, if it's being escorted by a Courier, for security's sake, I generally don't ask. What you don't know, you can't get in trouble for blabbing about at a bar.
And so, since this particular Courier was escorting a particularily odd piece of cargo, I made it a point not talk about it, other than the absolute neccesities of 'Where do we put it?' and 'Ok, I'm going to need another big chain to tie this thing down'.
We had it out to the C-5 and tied down in about half an hour. That was another weird thing. A C-5 is a big plane. Enormous, in fact. You could fit a house in it. But the whole thing was being use for these four big black boxes. I tried to push the thought out of my head, as I was heading down the loading ramp. That was nothing for me to be worrying about.
That was when the sirens started going off, and my day from odd to bizarre.
______________________________
Part one of god knows how many, done.
This is not only a work in progress, it's supposed to be a surprise. So, don't feel stupid, or afraid to call me stupid, that I left out distinguishing characteristics of... anything, really.
Right now, we have a mysterious shipment, at an airbase under attack. And things get weird.
