So it is done

If youth only knew

Jonathan first tried to lift the load with his hands, only to fail miserably and almost breaking his back in the effort. Finding his physical inadequacy in the arm strength department not allowing such capability, he was forced to simply push the box until it rested against the wall with the muscle powers of his legs. And in this endeavor, he was successful.

This was not the first time Jonathan has been busy with these kinds of chores in the past two weeks. Two weeks of his life during which Jonathan was dragging several dozens of such boxes through the four corners of Remnant. Thanks to the 'deal' he had hashed out with Bor, his usual slow and easy deliveries had become quite the back-breaking work.

Teleporting to the next box he had to deliver, Jonathan repeated the same action as before. To then put the next box on top of the previous one, as carefully as possible. The contents of the box are quite fragile.

There was nothing in the boxes that was... illegal per se. At least, in the usual sense of the word.

Spare parts, equipment, consumables, and lastly, various parts of some kind of disassembled devices. At least that is what Jonathan would guess what a normal person would think were they actually see what's inside the box. They would simply regard the things inside as something normal, and the disassembled devices as nothing more than another mechanical curiosity, the function of which they did not understand.

Jonathan would not blame them for their lack of suspicion. He himself was also not completely sure what was the function of everything that he was forced to transport and was only suspicious of them because of Bor's threats.

Well, it could not really be said that Jonathan was exactly forced to transport these things. No, Bor wasn't lying that it was precisely a mutually beneficial cooperation. If Jonathan received a certain benefit in exchange for providing benefit to another person, then by definition it really was a mutually beneficial cooperation...

Even if Jonathan himself did not like such cooperation.

Trying to lift another of the boxes, Jonathan cursed under his breath as he could feel his spine creaking from the effort. What did they put in this one? Rocks!? Once again Jonathan was forced to push the box to its destination.

Eventually, after looking at four boxes, lined at the edge of the room, his delivery itinerary for today, Jonathan sighed with satisfaction. He then turned around and made his way to the exit of the small metal container where he was directed to leave the goods at. He passed the thick metal doors, before closing the door behind him with a large metal lock and looking. With his 'job' for the day over with, he took a deep breath of fresh air as he enjoyed his surroundings.

The airport in Mount Glenn did not look similar at all like the airports on Earth. The keyword to describe it, perhaps, was the word 'port'. Due to the enormous need to provide reliable logistics for the local settlements scattered throughout the wilderness, the airport looked more like a harbor than the usual airport look of clear empty fields. Most of the spaces around the airport were dominated with warehouses that would usually be seen in a harbor. Furthermore, dozens of metal containers were stacked to the skies in a labyrinth of metal and machinery. The place was probably the ideal meeting place for local criminal gangs. And, of course, for the transfer of contraband goods.

Jonathan glanced back in frustration at one such nondescript metal box. Tugging at his cloak in a force of habit before huffing and darting away from the container, closing his eyes as he walked.

A step, one more, the third and... Opening his eyes, Jonathan took a step out of a random doorway in Mount Glenn. Then, all without attracting attention to himself, joined the stream of passers-by hurrying about their business. People that are too self-absorbed to notice another figure among the crowd. If he were so criminally inclined, this is the best opportunity to pick pockets.