He pushed me out the door. Three days, 72 hours and a set of esoteric directions, that read more like a riddle, rather than a map.

I looked at the bundle of bills in my hand. I looked at the package attached to my hand like a mutant, malignant appendage.

“Why the drama?” I muttered sarcastically, as a ran to my car,”He could have just paid for me to take the package, after all that is my job. I am a courier.”

I reached the spot my car should have been at. It was gone, along with the other undelivered packages, and my racotek. In it’s place was a large orange cone. I kicked over the cone frustrated, something glimmered underneath, a set of keys of various shapes and sizes, one of which was a foreign model car key…with keyless entery. Where would one park a car in an alleyway?

I looked up two large, burly and angry looking men were walking quickly in my direction.

I pushed the panic button and ran.