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The airport seems much as normal, buzzing with activity. Planes go up, planes go down, air traffic
controllers tear their hair out.
Liz parks her car, goes up to her hangar to check around it with more than usual care.
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The lock on the door is untouched, and there are no signs of any interference with the hangar or
nearby. There is, however, a young man loitering not far off, who is clearly watching the
hangar.
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The young man squints over in Liz's direction, looking curious. He heads over.
Liz hssts to Hitherby, "Keep an eye on the guy coming over."
Liz opens the hangar door, and prepares to step back neatly into the hangar and slam the door
into his face.
Liz also ponders Song of Ethereal Shields, but that might be premature.
Hitherby chrisks softly, "Done."
Sepharbird stays on Liz's shoulder, hidden near her throat.
The young man raises a hand in greeting. "Ms. Bradley? Blue Sky?"
Liz raises her opposite hand. "That's me. How may I help you?"
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The young man extends a hand for a handshake. "Jason Adams. I heard you do exotic shipping..."
He pauses, squinting at Sepharbird. "Is the bird real?"
Liz smiles and half bows, asian style. She reaches up and strokes Sephar's throat. "The bird's quite
real."
Liz says "Although local."
Sepharbird chirps softly and flips wings.
Liz says "Are you looking to ship something exotic?"
Sepharbird stays on Liz's shoulder.
Jason looks quite interested. "How have you got it tamed?" He lifts a finger to stroke the knuckle
delicately towards its chest.
Sephar hops away from Jason's finger.
Liz says "I wouldn't say it's quite tame... but we both enjoy flying, so we've got the basis of a
relationship. Careful, he's a bit shy."
Hitherby, far away, comments to Sephar, "Good decision."
Jason withdraws his finger. "I see. Right, shipping, yes. Well, not *so* exotic." He looks back to
Liz. "You see, I've got to get some clothing to a show in San Francisco, and what with some
holdups..." He grimaces.
Liz says "Ah... do come in."
Liz shows the young man into the office. Assuming there's nothing untoward inside, she asks,
"You're with a theatre company?"
Liz, much like Sephar, does not allow herself to be touched.
Jason heads into the office calmly.
Jason does not try to touch Liz.
Liz says "Would you care for coffee or water?"
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Jason says, "Coffee, please? Just straight."
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Jason looks around a little at the decor.
Liz makes coffee. Her office looks, well, officelike.
Jason stands around until Liz indicates somewhere he should be sitting.
Liz says "Please tell me more about the cargo, and why you need a carrier like Blue Sky. FedEx
can have your cargo there tomorrow morning, probably for less than it'll cost you to go through
me. We tend to specialize in overseas transport and odd customs regulations."
Liz indicates the couch. She takes one of the chairs facing.
Jason sits on the couch, where indicated. His posture is straight-backed, though not poker-spined.
"It's a crate of clothing, for a fashion show in San Francisco. And I know what FedEx *claims*,
but..." He sniffs. "They've lost things at the worst possible times. I don't trust them."
Liz nods. "Quite understandable. Roughly how much clothing are we talking about, and when
would you need delivery?"
Liz mentally goes over available charter airplane services.
Jason sips coffee and says, "It's about a four-by-four crate, and it really needs to be there by
tomorrow, noon."
Jason adds, "I've heard you have reasonably competitive rates."
Liz says "For a small shipper, yes. You'll pay for fuel, what it will cost me to charter a suitable
aircraft, my pilot fees, plus the usual handling and paperwork. It's still cheaper to go by FedEx,
but I do guarantee the result and give personal service."
Jason smiles. "That's exactly what I'm looking for. I really dislike dealing with faceless companies
-- there's nobody to take responsibility when things go missing." He sips his coffee again. "What
do you estimate the costs will be?"
Liz takes out a calculator. "Four by four crate... I can have the plane rented by noon... fuel...
straight through flight nonstop... we'll go propellor driven to save you the cost of a jet..."
Jason nods attentively.
The cost for fuel and plane is the bulk of it, and it's something like $5,000-7,000 dollars.
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Jason makes a tiny wince, then shrugs. "If you can guarentee it will get to the show in time, then
it's worth it for the commissions. Downpayment or all up front?"
Liz says "A fifty percent deposit to cover fixed costs. If you wish to insure or indemnify that costs
extra, although our rates are very competitive with the 'big boys'."
Jason thinks. "Insure for three thousand, perhaps?"
Liz says "Certainly."
Liz says "That will be an additional $100 to the cost."
Jason nods. "Perfectly reasonable." He reaches for his pants-pocket.
Liz says "One more thing."
Jason pauses. "Yes?"
Liz says "The package is subject to search by airport security or any handlers, and must be in
compliance with U.S. laws on interstate transport. You'll be required to sign the usual forms
regarding that sort of thing."
Liz says "Please understand, it's nothing personal. All shipping companies have to deal with
it."
Liz says "Is the package sealed?"
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Jason finishes taking a checkbook out of his back pocket. "Oh, not a problem -- unless they tear
something, of course. It's not sealed."
Liz lets Jason fill out the check, then resonates him on it (mostly to see if the check's good).
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Jason fills out the check, then pauses to ask, "Do I fill this out to Blue Sky or Bradley?"
Liz says "It will be subject to search, then. Our staff will take care of it."
Liz says "Blue Sky, please."
Liz turns back to her computer, and fills in the usual information. Name. Address. Ship-to
Address, insurance, method of payment, agreed delivery time, etc, etc etc.
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Jason fills out Blue Sky in the appropriate field, the date, the amount, and a nice flourishing
signature.
Liz says "Will you have someone pick up the package at SFO, or will you require delivery to an
address?"
Jason says, "I can have someone pick it up, but if delivery wouldn't cost much extra..." He grins.
"If you got it that far, I'd trust you to get it the rest of the way."
Liz chuckles. "I'll arrange for ground transportation of the crate. It'll be another $75."
Jason tears out the check and hands it to Liz. "Let me get the driver's license," he says, pulling out
a wallet.
Liz resonates. Both check and wallet.
Jason pulls out $75 from the wallet as well as the driver's license. "Here, so I don't have to write
another check."
The wallet is the latest cool leatherwear style in wallets, which suits his fashionable and elegant
image. The check is, well, a check that he's paying to Liz.
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Liz says "And where is the box now? Again, pickup is an additional cost."
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Jason says, "I have it out in my van. If you give me a while, I can try to rip up my jeans on it." He
smiles wryly.
Liz laughs. "No need. I have a pallet jack."
Jason wipes his forehead exaggeratedly. "Whew!"
Jason finishes up his coffee, then stands. "Shall I bring the van around here, then?"
Liz says "Just drive your van up to the hangar door, yes."
Jason nods and heads for the door, fishing in his other pocket for keys.
Outside, Jason heads for his van (SUV, really -- lots of windows, etc., with the third back seat
removed for the extra "trunk" space), and drives it around to the hanger.
Liz opens up the hangar door and trotts out the pallet jack.
Jason parks the van and hops out to unlock the "trunk" hatch.
Liz waits until he and the 'package' are together, and resonates again.
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Jason hops into the back, crouching over, and prepares to do whatever shoving is necessary to
get it onto the pallet jack.
Liz smiles. "Relax. Watch."
Liz jacks the pallet jack up to level with the back of the SUV.
Jason watches this, sideways-bent-over.
Liz wraps a long 'ribbon' (made of kevlar) around the package, and attaches it to a ratchet
mechanism on the pallette jack.
Liz turns the 'jack' part of the pallette jack sideways, and begins to pump the mechanism. It
tightens the 'ribbon' and pulls the package neatly onto the pallet jack supports.
Jason grins at this. "And here I was sure I'd have to get a new pair of pants after this. Clever."
Jason hops out of the back of his van and closes the "trunk."
Liz rolls the jack back about a half meter, and presses the 'release' button.
The hydraulics hiss, and the package lowers to some centimetres off the ground.
Liz says "There you go."
>From a few hundred metres off comes the regular *fwoom hiss* as a couple of mechanics work
with a blowtorch on another plane's side.
Liz passes over the paperwork for Jason to sign. "Sign here, and here, and make sure that the
contact info in SF is correct."
Jason nods. "Great. Thanks!" He takes the paperwork and bends over the crate to fill it out.
Liz walks back into the hangar, picks up the cordless phone. As she walks back, Jason can hear
her filing a flight plan for later in the day.
Jason fills out forms. Name, phone number, address, contact information, etc., etc., yadda
yadda.
Liz finishes filing her flight plan. She waits for Jason to finish filling out the forms, and then pulls
the jack over to the scale to check weight.
Jason finishes and straightens up, holding the forms in one hand.
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Jason asks, "Need anything else from me?"
Hitherby tries to keep one bug where it can see Jason, based on Liz's earlier advice, without being
seen moving around.
Liz finishes checking paperwork. Is his place of business listed? If so, what is it, etc.
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His place of business is home office. Fashion designer, self-employed. The name of his company
is Jason Adams Fashions.
Liz says "All right. Everything looks good, Mr. Adams. We'll get your package there on
time."
Liz says "And thank you for your business."
Jason beams. "Thank *you*!" He offers to shake hands again.
Liz merely bows. Call it an eccentricity she shares with the bird.
Jason takes his hand back and bows in return, perhaps a little wryly.
Liz says "After the trip, perhaps I'll drop by and see your collection."
Jason grins. "If you don't mind the mess in my apartment..."
Liz laughs. "Ah, another small businessman. We'll see. Have a good day."
Jason nods. "And you." He turns and heads back to his van.
Jason gets into his van and drives out.
Liz says "All right. Sephar, is there any chance you could noodle through the package? Make sure
there's nothing untoward in there. Like a bomb or drugs."
Liz grins. "I'll have to put you down as a contractor or something."
Sephar coos, "Probably... though if there are a lot of things it'd be quicker to search through by
hand."
Liz nods.
Liz looks at how the package is put together, and how easy it will be to open and search it.
It's a crate. The lid can be opened. It's a sturdy crate.
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Liz gets the 'crate opener' (read crowbar) and pries the top off. Carefully, so as not to hurt the
crate or injure the contents.
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Inside is a lot of packing material - tissue paper and packing peanuts - and a lot of garment
bags.
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Liz does a visual check through, careful to not disturb the contents too much, and lets Hitherby
and Sephar do their own checking for bombs, drugs, guns, etc.
Through the partly-transparent garment bags can be seen various types of clothing - brocade vests
and skirts, silk shirts and pants, and some vests with translucent shirts. Also some shoes in
matching brocade.
Hitherby admits, "I am not reknowned for my investigative ability."
Sephar perches on the edge of the crate, peering inside. "Ah... I can't really possess them all,
Liz."
Liz says "Can you sense any sort of electrical or mechanical device?"
Sephar has to admit, "I can't just sense them, Liz. Sorry."
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Hitherby adds, "I'll do what I can, though." She flutters down into the box and pokes around,
feeling the sides of the crate and tasting the garment bags, but does not even really know what
she's looking for.
Liz pokes around some more.
While the packing peanuts and garment bags are clearly a degenerate plastic creation of
civilisation - though the pellets would be fun for kittens to play with - there is no sign of anything
EVIL in there.
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Hitherby swarms back up to Liz.
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There is nothing dubious that Liz can find. Though the clothes look nice.
Liz smiles. "Looks good, then. Time to take a trip to San Francisco."
Liz arranges for the plane charter and takeoff time.
Though harried as ever, the charter and takeout time are sorted out.
Hitherby hums with faint puzzlement. "Is this a good time for that?"
Liz enjoys the nice sensation of Trade. "It's Trade, Hitherby. It's always a good time."
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Liz says "I'll be back within a day. You two are welcome to tag along, if you like."
Hitherby says, "Well, um, there's, like, this Cruelty thing."
Liz says "Cruelty thing?"
Hitherby chrisks softly. "It seems that that thing in the museum was about Cruelty's prison."
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Hitherby adds, "And, well, there's the box in the sewers, and the pill, and."
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Hitherby says, "I don't mean to deprive you of your flight, but it might be clever to Ascend with
the crate attached to your Vessel, take it down in San Francisco, then come back and take a
smaller circular flight? Unless that's too big; I don't do Vessel stuff. Well, yet."
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Liz ponders a moment. "That doesn't sound at all good, no."
Hitherby crawls around in a circle, thinking.
Liz says "But I'm here to do Trade. And I'll bet that Pat, Sarah, and Daimon are already working
on investigation."
Hitherby says "All right."
Liz says "And one more thing. Jason insured the cargo for $3,000. He spent $7,000 and a bit to
ship it."
Liz says "That $3,000 is the materials cost, I think. The actual cost is higher."
Liz says "This may well be his big break to get his designs out to the public."
Hitherby says, "It's important not to neglect the simple things, certainly."
Liz nods.
Liz says "I'll be back in a day."
Liz says "And if you need me immediately, you know how to get in touch. Once I've landed in SF,
I can get back as soon as I can ascend and descend."
Hitherby bounces slightly.
Hitherby says "I'll stay with you."
Liz says "I'll be glad of your company. Just think, you'll be one of the higher flying bugs
around."
Liz leaves it to Sephar to decide whether or not it wants to come along.
Hitherby chrisks, "In an earlier age of the world, the butterflies went so far above the clouds that
the sky came to an end. Or so they claim."
Liz smiles.
Hitherby adds, "Before my time."
Liz says "Did they?"
Liz says "Very impressive."
Liz checks her watch. She has a few hours before the plane will be ready.
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Hitherby makes an atonal sigh. "So much for that Rite," she murmurs to herself.
Liz says "Which Rite?"
Hitherby says "I was thinking that if I tried really hard, I might be able to spend a full day in the
city without a human host or spending Essence."
Liz says "Ah. Does it have to be in the city?"
Hitherby says "I figure that I wouldn't have made it anyway."
Hitherby says, "Yes. The idea is ..." She hums a Kyriotate scale. "It's a sign of hope that the other
creatures of the world can survive what humanity brings.
Liz says "Oh. All right."
Hitherby says, "Don't fret it."
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