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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2020 11:12:26 GMT
Before the truth will set you free
- IT'LL PISS YOU OFF -
Bennett had his alias and costume. And then he had the dealings that he technically couldn't be legally responsible for. So he went as himself. He visited his home country Adaira and brought some of the goods back on his private jet. So, you might be thinking, why was he in a shipyard then?
Selling off a boat was way easier. Selling out of an airport didn't go well. Not that he'd tried it. He had better sense than that. So he brought the goods over on the jet, and then transferred them to the large fishing boat he kept in the shipping yard. He had a yacht. Technically. But selling black market goods off a yacht tended to attract too much attention. The fishing boat was registered as a fish market as well. He had employees actually fish in the daytime. And so when he sold stuff at night, it was a registered shop still. He had a bunch of crates on the ship. He leaned against the rope around the dock. Bennett had a contact coming to look at his stuff and probably buy something off of him. He had a selection of bladed weapons from Adaira. Adairan specialties. His country's forging methods were slightly different, and it changed the make-up of the knife. Along with the edge. There was a reason he was always so picky about which knives he used.
Bennett was dressed in a brown leather jacket, a plaid dress shirt, blue jeans and a baseball cap. Pretty normal. He didn't always dress up. It didn't do him any favours sometimes. He knew the right time and place for it. He wouldn't open the crates until his contact was here. Then they could discuss the wares and the prices. He didn't need the money really. But seeing people use Adairan specialties made him happy to see.
Selling off a boat was way easier. Selling out of an airport didn't go well. Not that he'd tried it. He had better sense than that. So he brought the goods over on the jet, and then transferred them to the large fishing boat he kept in the shipping yard. He had a yacht. Technically. But selling black market goods off a yacht tended to attract too much attention. The fishing boat was registered as a fish market as well. He had employees actually fish in the daytime. And so when he sold stuff at night, it was a registered shop still. He had a bunch of crates on the ship. He leaned against the rope around the dock. Bennett had a contact coming to look at his stuff and probably buy something off of him. He had a selection of bladed weapons from Adaira. Adairan specialties. His country's forging methods were slightly different, and it changed the make-up of the knife. Along with the edge. There was a reason he was always so picky about which knives he used.
Bennett was dressed in a brown leather jacket, a plaid dress shirt, blue jeans and a baseball cap. Pretty normal. He didn't always dress up. It didn't do him any favours sometimes. He knew the right time and place for it. He wouldn't open the crates until his contact was here. Then they could discuss the wares and the prices. He didn't need the money really. But seeing people use Adairan specialties made him happy to see.
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