Delivery from home ...

The Patriot Blue Chevrolet Silverado Z71 4x4, built in Earth year 2003 for it's 2004 release, pulled off the side of the road at the base of the mountain. The driver got out and locked in the tires. The road up the mountain was dirt and gravel, and the pickup was hauling a serious load. Once the tires were locked in, the driver returned to the seat behind the wheel and started up the mountain road. The truck protested slightly as it crawled up the road at a very slow, and careful pace.



Once atop the mountain, the truck was pulled into what amounted to a driveway. This large patch of dirt and gravel sat just in front of The Starry Myst Inn. Which was the destination of the cargo. The driver shut off the truck and stepped free of th vehicle. Continuing to sing to the song that no longer played on the trucks radio, I Want To Rock by and Earth band from the 1980's named Twisted Sister, the driver moved to the back of the vehicle to inspect the cargo one last time.

There were several boxes and suit cases in the bed of the pickup truck. But nothing that would rise above the sides or obscure the drivers view. And all of said packages were just as secure as they had been when the driver took custody of them. They had remained unmoved for the entirety of the trip. So it was time to check the trailer that was being towed behind the pickup. Something the driver did not really want to do. But when one is getting pad to do a job, it must be done.

The first item to be seen on the trailer was a Harley Davidson Fat Boy. It was a softail made for release in Earth year 2000. It had green flame effects in the paint job, with golden tinted skulls on either side of the tank. The skulls held money in their fists, cigars in their mouths, and ha fangs. The bike sported rinehart pipes and eighteen inch Harley ape hangers. It had a mid range cam, ten to one forged pistons and a screaming eagle ignition. It even had a big boar kit. It was awesome.



The second item on the trailer, sitting next to the green bike, was a bike of a slightly different flavor. It still boasted the Harley Davidson V-Twin engine. But this bike was a custom made masterpiece special ordered to replace a bike stolen in years past. The was black with chrome detailing and red trim. The tank was custom shaped and built with the red trip depicting a spider dropping from it's web. The rear fender had been cut out with a precision water tool, it was a spider web.



The third item, on the other side of the web bike, as another Harley Davidson. A Harley Davidson Heritage Softail made in Earth year 2008. It had been ordered via the Internet and delivered to the location it had just been picked up from. It came with a factory alarm with a stage 1 upgrade. A screaming eagle heavy breather, bub seven slip on pipes, power commander PC III and a dyno-tune, made this bike purr like a kitten. It was the first bike for it's new owner and was called Purple Haze.



Those three bikes made the delivery driver smile. It was the item on the trailer behind those bikes that was the issue. A huge, octagonal wooden packing crate. It was 34 inches long, 24 inches wide, and 20 inches tall. There was a lid on it, of course. And having been made with 63 separate one and a half inch slats, it was closed up rather well. But that did not matter much to the driver. Because coiled up inside that crate was a fourteen foot long albino Burmese python named Kaa.

(Biggest one, without the others in it.)
(Pictured here with his former handlers)

Kaa had been fed before the trip, so he had not eaten during the trip. He slept most of the way, and the driver was extremely thankful for that fact. It was the heat of the day, so the snake was asleep. But there had been movement in the straw that it rested in, so the driver knew it had survived the trip. Which left nothing to do but head inside the Inn. Once inside, the driver moved to the front desk to find someone to assist with the deliveries to be made. If there was a bell. *Ding?*

There was a reason that the driver didn't like having to deal with the snake on the back of the trailer. She didn't know many women who liked snakes, let alone fourteen foot ones. When she got to the counter, there was no one there. Evidently, that was because the Inn Keeper had gone to the door when some guy leaned against the bell. So how did he not see her when she came in? Well, she had stopped when she had gotten in the door and removed the scarf from around her neck to dust off her leather boots. After all, a lady didn't go somewhere to conduct business with dust all over her. And she had been knelt down when she did this. Knelt down behind something so that no one would see her with the dust on her.

So that was why, when she went to th desk, the Inn Keeper wasn't there, and had not seen her. She heard the conversation with the jogger outside. So when she saw him take off, she cleared her throat. She set her bag on the counter and began to get into it. She had two notes within her bag. One contained her instructions, where to go, how to get there, who to talk to, things like that. The other note was in a sealed envelope. It simply said Lady Inion on the outside of it. She unfolded the note that contained her instructions. She went down her list.

She had taken all of the correct portals, so she was in the right place. She had followed the directions to get to New Haven, she had even made a Starbucks stop while there. And she had followed the directions to get from New Haven to the Starry Myst Inn. So she was hoping that she was in the right place. She shifted her weight as she awaited the return of the Inn Keeper from the door. It made the leather of her pants creak softly.