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“Snakeskin,” Abby cocked an eyebrow as she checked tha order on ‘er clipboard.  “Two pallets.  Hunnerd fifty.”
 
The driver offered his coin.  “Here you go.”
 
She took payment, then wrote out a receipt.  “Bein’ picked up on Osiris by MacMillan Leather Goods,” she read aloud.  “Jest over three an’ a half days’ flight…gonna put us in ‘bout midnight on Tuesday.  They can come git it next  mornin’ after eight.”
 
“I’ll let ‘em know,” he tossed a friendly wave as he climbed into his truck.  “Safe travels.”
 
“May tha road rise,” she replied as the truck coughed an’ rattled away.  [i]"That’s one,”[/i] the girl pondered as she jacked an’ strapped tha pallets inta place.   Second truck was comin'…some kinda cosmetic skin cream that Cap’n said keep an eye out for.  Tha big haul was due in at noon.  A dozen pallets full ‘o’ stuff like hair growth tonic, boner pills, somethin’ called ‘skin re-jeoo-vin-aters,’ an’ scads ‘o’ diff’rent diet pills, pain pills…even stuff tah keep yer dog from gettin’ all anxious.   [i]”They got a drug fer ever’thin’,”[/i] the deckhand shook ‘er head as she settled down front in  tha lawnchair tah wait.
 
She parked tha clipboard on ‘er knees, afore pullin tha cortex outta her pocket.
 
<tjinks>
[b]Sooo…hung over today?[/b]
 
Abby smiled an’ put ‘er thumbs tah work.
 
<abn8tr>
[b]Nope.  Right as rain.  Yuri gave me a good tip.[/b]
 
<tjinks>
[b]Yuri Yuri Yuri!  Ima get jealous.[/b]
 
<abn8tr>
[b]He’s a good kisser, too.[/b]
 
<tjinks>
[b]WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?[/b]
 
It was hard tah type fer all her gigglin’.
 
<abn8tr>
[b]JKJKJK.  You know who I’m saving all my kisses for.[/b]
 
 
<tjinks>
[b]Oh yeah.  So when do you get that puppy?[/b]
 
<abn8tr>
[b]Dumbass[/b]
 
A high revvin’ truck engine caught ‘er ear.  Abby looked up from her messagin’.  A white cargo van come whippin’ up, swung it’s nose away from tha boat, an’ then backed right up tah tha ramp.  [i]”Ain’t wastin’ no time,”[/i] she conjured as she got tah her feet.
 
Back doors come open an’ three fellas jumped out.  “Hey,” Abby greeted ‘em.  “Y’all deliverin’ some kinda..”
 
The flashlight clocked ‘er straight on tha left temple.  Abby staggered; her cortex an’ clipboard gone flyin’ as she tried tah reach fer tha Colt.  A boot caught ‘er in tha solar plexus, takin’ all ‘er air as a fist pummelled straight intah her right eye.  She thought she had tha Colt…thought it was in ‘er hand, but as she collapsed in tha dirt, it weren’t nowheres in reach.  Tha boot come again, this time given’ her such a kick as tah knock away ‘er senses.
 
She kinda felt hands on ‘er.  They’s pickin’ ‘er up, afore piitchin’ ‘er like a sack 'o' taters.  Hard rubber deckin’ pressed intah her face.  Her hands was pulled  behind ‘er an’ zip tied at tha wrists, but loopy as she was she couldn’t figger a move tah save ‘er life. 
 
Doors was slammin'.  Voices all from folk she couldn’t see, face down’s she was.  “Call Root,” one falla barked.  ‘Let ‘im know we got one.”
 
Abby weren’t sure, but it felt like they’s movin…fast.  An’ then it all went black.