Ramifications: Day 5

Word Count: 30,011

Summary of Events:

Lachlan received an assignment from one of his superiors to take part in a highly sensitive transfer, which he was rather excited about. Dom arrived in Melbourne and went to see his parents straightaway; he was interrogated by his father, who then sent him away, unconvinced of his identity, leading Dom to call Bethany in despair because he had no money for a hotel room. Bethany called him back awhile later and told him Lois would let him use his return ticket money for a hotel room. Lachlan waited for the contact person with whom he was to make the transfer . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

"Hearing the sound of a motorcycle, he instinctively whipped around the corner of the bin to make sure his motorcycle was still parked where he'd left it. It was. There was just another motorcycle beside it.

The motorcycle was metallic red, with lots of chrome — just like Angelo's — as well as a black leather seat and saddlebags.

Its rider was wearing standard black leathers and a metallic red helmet. Based on the build, Lachlan could tell the rider was a man, who flashed him the hand signal.

Lachlan flashed his in return and the rider took off his helmet to reveal that, indeed, he looked an awful lot like Lachlan himself: the key differences being his brown eyes and facial decorations of both metal and ink.

Without a word the rider walked up to Lachlan, who deposited the small black plastic bag — wrapped around a clear plastic bag in which the product was contained — into his upturned palm.

Closing his hand over it, the man turned and walked away from Lachlan, who watched as he pocketed the bag inside his coat before putting his helmet back on, swinging astride his bike, and leaving.

Once Lachlan saw his bike drive by in front of the church from his position Lachlan went to his own bike, put his helmet on, and swung astride as well. For being a highly sensitive transfer, it'd gone over quite easily.

Lachlan headed the opposite direction the contact had taken, heading back toward the Black Widow, where he could report that he'd successfully completed the transfer.

Stopped at a red light, Lachlan looked over at a coffee shop to his left and saw the clock on the back wall said two twenty five. He furrowed his brow and pulled out his mobile to see that, indeed, it was only now two twenty five.

Apparently the contact had been early. Lachlan quickly pocketed his mobile and took off as soon as the light turned green. That information probably wouldn't matter to Oliver, what would matter was that the delivery was a success.

Next time, though, Lachlan hoped that he would be able to have a more difficult task to do; although, considering that the Associates didn't seem all that inclined to test him with anything, he had his doubts such a thing would happen for awhile. Considering how easy this was, though, he would definitely be inclined to ask them if he could do something a bit more difficult next time around."