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The transport van that had been chartered out by the airline that was responsible for flying her body back home to Pennsylvania had arrived at the funeral home at 3:00 in the afternoon, checking over and initialling all required paperwork. Victor also opened the girl’s casket so that they could verify that the living photographs of the girl they were given matched the embalmed, barefoot corpse laying before them. One of the couriers moved Saema’s cool left foot and double-checked the toe-tag and then dropped it back in place. With that, Saema’s transport casket was closed and put in the back of the van and driven out to the airport. TSA agents reviewed the paperwork present with airline and cargo staff, deciding that everything appeared solo to be in order. They opted not to open the casket again, citing that the verification by the transport drivers would serve as good enough for them. Cargo operators were then responsible for getting the casket onto an inclined conveyor and up into the plane’s cargo hold where a worker found a place to secure it down and make sure it would not move around during flight. The flight would depart Los Angeles at around 4:55 PM and with the connecting stops it had to make would not reach Philadelphia International until 11:18 PM Eastern Time. It would be after 1:30 in the morning by the time her body had arrived Jupiter Hill Mortuary Services’ receiving bay in the small town of Beaver Falls. “Fuckin’ nightshift,” Carlo muttered to himself as he pulled his earbuds out and typed an “AFK” message into the chat window of the MMO he was playing. “That raid was going great, too. Probably shouldn’t have started it though,” he sighed. Carlo was the on-call attendant this evening. He was a 24-year-old college student who worked over the weekends because it was easy work and, honestly, a good part-time job was hard to find in a small town like Beaver Falls. He was responsible with dealing with any new clients that arrived in the late hours, and tidying up a bit, but his main job there was security. He’d been working there for about five months so far, and up to this point his job had been a cakewalk. Normally, the young man would have thought that getting a client in at this hour was strange, but the funeral director had told him that there’d be an arrival scheduled sometime after 11PM that evening, so he was expecting it. Well, truthfully, he had sort of let it slip his mind because he had gotten involved with a dungeon raid just Sensual thirty minutes prior to her arrival, and if he had fully remembered he wouldn’t have done so. Flicking on the light to illuminate the back drive, he unbolted the lock and opened the worn wooden door out into the mellow night air. “You, uhhhh…” a gruff voice started as a van door opened. “Carlo Maretti?” The voice came from a heavy set man in jeans and a grey dress shirt with the name ‘Stalton’ over the left pocket. “Yep, that’s me,” the young man toys replied. “Unless there’s some other asshole named Carlo working at a fuckin’ funeral home at midnight on a Friday.” The driver chuckled. “Glad you’ve got a sense of humor. Bet you need it workin’ this job.” He handed Carlo a clipboard with various papers attached brunette to it. “I’m supposed to give you all this. It’s related to her transport here from over in California,” he said. Now I could feel her body starting to tense. “Oh, you are solo going to have fun tomorrow.” How does that sound?” Charlie doesn’t exactly answer but jumps off the bed at a run instead. 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