I was just sleeping off my midterm cram sessions when somebody rang the doorbell.
I woke up and answered the door. It was the UPS guy.
“Package for Gary Mincs.” He announced.
“That’s me,” I sighed.
I signed for the package and went and sat on the couch. The first thing I had noticed about the package was that it very heavy. The second thing I noticed was that it was from Professor Jameson. That was odd was because he should have been in his office and I could throw a football out of my window to somebody standing in front of his door. I opened the package and found a letter attached to a cylindrical object made of a purple metal, it hummed with a low bass tone. I opened the letter. It was from Proffesor Jameson and it told me to take the object to Professor Stevens and that he was expecting it. It didn’t give any details to why.
Right away I left, and just as I got halfway to my destination, a thug with a crowbar stepped out of the alleyway to my right.
He had a crowbar. I was in huge trouble.