Chapter 9. The Highway

At the docks, by the water, in the dead of night. 1984

The sounds of boots came rushing to pull the gigantic ship to dock in the pitch-black hour right before dusk.

“Ok offboard now, everything in the container!” Said a deeply commanding masculine voice.

Sounds of boxes sliding down and being carried somewhere in the darkness continued for about thirty minutes or so as the boots seemed to go back and forth. T…