Transporting Sanctioned Goods

Suwalki quickly revealed attractive blue optics when the sun peeked over the new horizon finding herself aboard one of enemy Vladimir’s luxury railways, the aristocrat daughter stayed calm. Taking a few seconds and deep breaths independent freedom fighter Nekaltas Baltas’ childhood friend observed the conductor walk down the small aisle.

Shuffling through her purse like a slot player coin search the track runner started sweating when there was no ticket.

Like a sudden jolt in a movie a voice shattered the silence, “do not worry Suwalki all is fine, Princess Bella Russia comped the long voyage.”

“Who are you?” Suwalki asked.

“No need to get into details, I am a childhood friend to Princess Bella Russia,” the stranger explained, “we went to camp together,” ending the explanation with a sarcastic laugh before disappearing.

“Ma’am do you have a verification passage?” The uniform employee requested,

“I was told Princess Bella Russia took care of it,”

“Princess who?”

“Bella Russia,” Suwalki started to feel like she was making things up especially when the whole athletic getaway was an unbelievable success filled with winning medals. Then a nice competitor from a rival team invited her to a goodbye party and that is when things got blurry.

An attractive woman in a fashionable business suit approached the elderly man punching holes and whispered in his ear, Suwalki read his lips, “oh”.

A few minutes passed and the early morning glare annoyed Suwalki forcing her eyes to squeeze shut only to open them hearing a scream, followed by a satirical comment, “you idiot.”

Feeling something drop in her stomach the rich little Princess knew this was not a expense paid trip provided by diplomatic competitors instead a private lonely excursion to somewhere unknown,

“What do you want?” Suwalki inquired to the professionally looking individual.

“Suwalki, didn’t you know you are sanctioned goods, and we cannot get you to your destination,” a deceitful smirk displayed an answer, “maybe daddy could convince your politicians you know to allow us safe passage to Princess Bella Russia’s sanctuary.”

“My Father had nothing to do with cutting Vladimir off from Princess Bella Russia’s financial fantasy.”

“It’s not him, silly, it’s the sanctioned goods,”

Giving a retaliation soon stare Suwalki watched the conniving corporate creature leave the empty car for a second time. Turning her head to the side the day brighten especially when there was a hawk flapping his wings. Taking a second closer look, the flying object could simply be identified, “It’s Vanagas,” Suwalki whispered under her breath, “the drone my Father’s company built in the Bayraktar division.”

Sitting back relaxed she waited an hour and the locomotion abruptly stopped. Peering out the window, the bargaining chip observed, they were centered on the bridge in between the mainland and paradise headache.

“I said we have to get the sanctioned goods to Princess Bella Russia’s retreat!” A scream was heard before Suwalki noticed the modern woman take a dive into the river.

Getting up navigating to the front and reaching the motorman driver’s seat a relief sensation flowed through her body finding out the computerized invention that funded her college tuition was taking control.

“Once again, Vanagas, you saved my life!” She exclaimed petting the electronic bird triggering a video screen, “Nekaltas Baltas!”

“Your father woke me up first thing this morning,”

“Good morning, ‘who was that nasty lady?’”

“Kaligua, she makes dirty deals for pleasure,”

“Maybe when she is done having a nature bath, she cleans up her act”

“Maybe,” Nekalta comforted, “hey, you ran a good race your dad said.”

“Yeah, then my luck turned bad,”

Using his claws Vanagas pressed a few buttons that changed the caboose to the engine, “well it is going to turn around go back to your seat and you will be home.”

A knock sounded disturbing Princess Bella Russia’s lunch, encouraging her to let the visitor enter and when she opened the door, standing there dripping wet was Kaligua, “so did you get my sanctioned goods?”

“I will give you your sanctioned goods,” Kaligua sneered, “right here.”