Talon's Beak:

That skinny guy asked me to pick something up for him from the airport, but it was flagged by customs. They won't tell me what it is, cause I'm just the delivery guy. It was strange as heck, though. One phone call later, they're giving me the bag like it's nothing, smile and a wave. Thing's got a padlock on it, so unless I wanna rip some nylon, I can't see what's in it. Boss said he'd dock my pay if there was any damage to the bag, though, so I guess I'm stuck wondering. Just what kind of person am I working for, exactly? I just hope I don't get too deep in this before it turns into something I'd rather not describe. One way or another, I got a bad feeling about all this... like it's gonna be a big mess at the end. But we'll see, huh?