Just a little bit of blue R2.02

2.02– Cargo in the hold

“So... Which one of you boys brought the pituri on board?”- The stocky Customs officer asked, while swirling an extensive baton.-”Don't be shy. We'll find out soon enough. There's no way you brought a volume that big onboard without it getting on camera in Darwin.” Albert suspended a sigh while looking attentively at the scene. He was now a spectator, sure that he had absolutely nothing to do with the smuggling of the drugs.

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His cargo was far more valuable and hardly detectable, unless someone was looking for the exact object, they'd never find it. And, as he had been promised, it seems that no one was. At least, not yet. From his corner, next to the door, he could watch the whole scene and wonder which one of his mates would hang for this one. Somehow, he couldn't get himself to care about any of the others, so pleased he was for not being the target. The hardest part, was to keep the poker face.

Albert wasn't really surprised that someone had tried to bring some pituri to Mogadishu. It was an ancient psychoactive drug, used by Aboriginal Australians to induce visions. The plants it's extracted from, only produce the exact proportions of chemicals for the effect if farmed in a very specific area of that continent, and it is worth more than ten times it's weight in gold in the horn of Africa. One of the strands of mutants that dwelve there are famous for using it to look into the future.

A far cry from the Aboriginal old timers, the N'kolosera, as they are known, are able to see an exact picture of what is going to happen, though, not always with the intended result, as it frequently happens that the visions have no relation to the customer providing the pituri. This ratio is user dependant, so, there are some that are more acurate than others.

When the officer started to look intensely in Mike's direction, continuing to swirl his baton, The sanitinzer to his left said: - “Look, that one's shaking like a leaf”.- the other two armed men nodded, and pointed their guns at him. -”He is, isn't he?”- replied the officer, as he fixed a raised eyebrow on him. Mike dropped to his knees, suddenly becoming shorted than Rolf: -”I swear I have nothing to do with it. I just helped him carry the bag. He said we'd be rich.”

-”You couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you? Damn retard!” The sanitizers cocked their weapons and pointed in the general direction of the pair. Everybody else, tried to put a bit of distance between them and those two. Rolf put his arms up and the sanitizers escorted the pair out of the ship. Five more hours and the MS Sumatra would be moored and downloading it's cargo of ore in the harbor of Mogadishu. Albert, was scot free.

• To be continued -

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