Sometimes, I take a normal delivery job. Y’know, nothing too exciting. And then like everything else I’ve done, things go to hell in a hand basket. I was supposed to run a simple package to some gnomes living in the park, when next thing I know I’m being yanked out of the street and thrown through the air like a goddamn baseball!
I managed to get a glimpse of what had grabbed me. Some sort of damn big bird had decided to “play” with me for some reason. Now, it seems pretty weird that a giant bird had chosen this moment to attack me in public. In fact, it’s almost unheard of. I’m betting this had something to do with the package.
I managed to use the grappling hook to pull myself over to a rooftop and grab my guns, but before I could fire, BUNKER agents came out of nowhere! They fired on the bird until the damn thing finally died, took my delivery from me, and hit me with a dart filled with some sort of tranquilizer when I tried to take it back. I wasn’t out for too long, but I woke up in my bed. Damn BUNKER. They even hung my coat up for me. Bastards.
Dunno what that package was, or what was up with the big bird, but it’s not my problem anymore. I may not have gotten paid, but the clients won’t be able to complain. BUNKER is probably paying them a visit right now, so they’ll know it’s not my fault. I’m gonna pass out now.