Wednesday, September 21st, 8:38 P.M.
Sparra explained to me once how the Dolore Federal
Postal Service works. He said,
"When mail is sent out, first it goes to a central mail processing center,
located in every major city. If the mail
is addressed to a city served by that facility, the mail is processed in
house. If the mail is addressed to a
city served by a different facility, the mail is sent, by plane or truck, to
that facility to be processed."
Even though that conversation had nothing to do with
what we were talking about at the time, it was a great help to me now. Now I know what I have to do to get to Dha
Chathair. All I have to do is sneak into
a secure Dolore Federal Postal Service facility, get into the back of an
outgoing truck, hide myself in said truck, and catch a free ride to where I
want to go. That sounds difficult, but
it is really easy for someone highly trained in the art of osher. It's also easy for someone who's friend let them
into the facility and while they were in there they spent time studying the
facility's layout.
Getting inside a secure federal facility is usually
difficult. Key cards to get in, fences
topped with razor wire, and motion sensitive lights make the building
incredibly imposing. However, if your
employees fiddle with a door so that they don't have to unlock a door every
time they want to take a smoke break, that creates a major hole in your
security. After I got in, I had to make
sure that no one would spot me as I made my way over to the outbound delivery
trucks. The big halogen lights that hang
in the roof of the facility would have made this hard if all of them had been
on. Fortunately, as a cost saving
measure, most of the big lights were turned off, allowing the facility to be
light with much less expensive natural light.
I snuck into the facility at about dusk, giving me a lot of long dark
shadows to conceal myself in.
The biggest obstacle I had to overcome was which
truck I would hide in. Obviously the
trucks weren't labeled with which city they were going to, so I thought I was
going to have to either listen to the driver's conversations or guess. As I was scanning the transportation area, I
found a large board with many pieces of paper on it. On these papers were all the trucks, where
they were going, and when exactly they were leaving. So, that took the guess work out of what I
thought was my biggest obstacle. This
whole thing was so easy I was sure I was walking into a trap.
Once I got into the correct truck going toward my
desired destination, I found a pair of shelves on either side of the
truck. I found myself a place on the
highest shelf where I felt I wouldn't be discovered. Upon reflection this was an unreasonable
assumption, but it worked. As the truck
pulled out of the postal facility and on its way to its destination, I said a
silent prayer. Hopefully God will shine
on my and his hand will guide me in my mission to save my people. I don't know what God has in store for me and
the rest of the people in Dolore, but I pray it's better than what's just happened.
Later.
Hato Shurtleff
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