You locate his office without trouble. The floor tiles are giving you a headache, though.
You knock.
"Come in."
The diminuative octogenarian leaps out of his seat at the sight of your bright, recognizable uniform.
"You're the courier, aren't you?! Is it safe? Do you have it?!"
"Well, about that ..."
"Please, tell me you have it!"
"A funny thing happened to me on the way here.
I got mugged."
"Oh dear, dear me. I was afraid you were going to say that."
"I am sincerely sorry, sir. I was ambushed by a large robot and its pilot. They nearly killed me. Incidentally, you may want to take a look at the front steps and call your insurer."
He shakes his head. The distraught expression behind his moustache is making you uneasy.
"Then it's just as I feared."
You are obligated to keep your deliveries confidential, but you figure that has all gone out the window after almost losing your life. It's a good thing Queen Bee isn't here to see you violating your code of ethics like this.
"I don't suppose you would care to enlighten me as to why this package is so important? The guy who mugged me seemed to know exactly what he was doing."
The old man sighs resignedly.
"I suppose I owe you at least that much. You see, that package contained ..."
