They rarely knew what their cargo was, it was never a part of the job description. It was always a matter of take from Point A and make sure it gets to Point B, anything else is an obstacle and should be removed immediately. Their clients were not the understanding and sympathetic kind, in fact most of them hadn't been considered human for centuries.
As long as they provided the documents that allowed their ship to bypass the majority of security checks and as long as the pay remained good, no questions were asked. Not that they ever expected their clients to answer any, language is tricky when you don't technically have a mouth or vocal chords and aren't exactly on this plane of existence.
Communications were always... interesting. Some of their employers could be contacted over the phone, though they mostly answered in the hushed whispers that only the undead were capable of producing. As for their more esoteric clientele, anything involving blood-based invocations is sure to draw them out of whatever dimension they remain in.
No matter how the shipping containers shake, growl or distort to the point where shape ceases to have any meaning in their presence, they will still be delivered. Be it to Shanghai, Singapore or an unmapped island deep within the Bermuda Triangle, the cargo will be delivered.
What happens to it afterwards isn't their business.
As long as they provided the documents that allowed their ship to bypass the majority of security checks and as long as the pay remained good, no questions were asked. Not that they ever expected their clients to answer any, language is tricky when you don't technically have a mouth or vocal chords and aren't exactly on this plane of existence.
Communications were always... interesting. Some of their employers could be contacted over the phone, though they mostly answered in the hushed whispers that only the undead were capable of producing. As for their more esoteric clientele, anything involving blood-based invocations is sure to draw them out of whatever dimension they remain in.
No matter how the shipping containers shake, growl or distort to the point where shape ceases to have any meaning in their presence, they will still be delivered. Be it to Shanghai, Singapore or an unmapped island deep within the Bermuda Triangle, the cargo will be delivered.
What happens to it afterwards isn't their business.
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