Inner city traffic, lemme tell ya! Whoo-ee.
Regardless, you have arrived at the Museum safely and on time. You fly in the face of literary cliché.
La de da ~ another delivery soon to be complete ♫
... What is that sound?
WWSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
WCH-KOOM
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!"
"Owwwwww ..."
"I'll just be taking this off your hands, then."
"... W- ... wha?"
"Buh ... bag. Bag. BAG."
"MY BAG!"
"Pipe down. I'm only interested in what's inside of it. And if you cooperate you won't have to get hurt."
You can't just let him take it! It is your duty as a courier to deliver that package!
You call upon your companion in times of need.
"CICLO!"
Your robot friend, Ciclo, is called to action!
"How cute. But I don't have time for you. Nothing personal. I got what I came for."
They're gone. And so is that statue. You would make a mass extinction joke, but this is not the time.
You failed in your duty. Worse yet, you get paid piecemeal! If you don't deliver that package you're not going to be able to make rent!
That package is obviously of great importance. You've got to recover it. Your client and your apartment are depending on you!
But how are you going to get it back? You have no idea who that guy was, or where he is now. Where do you even begin?
