You return to The Hive.
"Hey! How'd it go?"
You explain the situation to Queen Bee.
"I'm fired, aren't I?"
"Nng. I can't fire you for getting mugged in broad daylight, Imme! That package was insured, and we have no liability. My most pressing concern right now is RoBoten."
"What have they got to do with it? You don't think they're responsible for this, do you?"
"No, but they're going to have a field day with this when word gets to the press. RoBoten would love nothing more than to drive me out of business so they can secure a complete monopoly of postal services in Dresda. Headlines like "Robot Assailant Steals Priceless Technology From Human Courier" aren't exactly going to instill my customers with unshakable confidence."
"Well ... I guess I need to get that package back, then."
"Sweetheart, are you kidding? You're not a superhero! You let me worry about this.
Look, why don't you take the rest of the day off? You still look pretty shaken. I'll have Ilo fill in for you."
Well, you can't really object to that. You'd certainly prefer wallowing to working right now. You haven't had lunch yet, either.
