OMNISCIENT
Caswell Black stood near the shipping containers at the Blackbridge port, his silver hair catching the overhead lights that illuminated the night as workers loaded crates onto trucks.
A forklift beeped twice, reversed and stopped, steps away from Caswell as he checked his watch.
Then his phone buzzed.
"Status," Mason's voice came through.
"Clean. All twelve containers loaded, manifests ready for Lakebridge."
"Any issues?"
"None. Customs cleared."
"Good. Move them tonight."
The call ended as a worker approached him with a clipboard, he signed without reading.
The metal container doors clanged shut as the locks snapped in place.
Caswell slipped the phone into his pocket and walked toward the waiting car, with its engine running.
The driver pulled away from the port, h
