The Package

[Sunrisepurple]

Eliza ran down the alleyways of Weigo City, hoping to make her delivery on time. She should have taken the rooftops, but she didn’t have time to think. Two, no, three guys, gangsters, were after the package she carried.

There! A side passage. Her small frame would fit through it with no problem. She slid inside and started forcing her way through the tight space. Thanks to her AA chest, she had just enough room to squeeze the box through as well, no more space than that.

It was a good thing she had picked the clothes she did for this job: a soft yellow hoodie with a marigold illustration on the front, high-waisted black hot shorts, and a pair of black running shoes.

There it was, the light at the end. Once she reached the street, surely she would be…

A large man appeared and dragged her out, throwing her to the ground like garbage. She used her elbow to break the fall, leaving a nasty scrape as blood began to pour.

Dammit! If only she had backup. An older, strong man who could help her in her hour of need.

The thug, massive in size, grabbed the package, then turned his attention to Eliza.

[ThomasWolfe]

No aspirin and a splitting headache. I've got no choice but to go out my door into the wild nighttime city. I hate the night; it's fully cowboy delivery people: drugs, dinner, death doom: if you can pay for it, they will deliver it. And of course where there are deliveries, there are thieves and worse. Don't get me wrong, even though I'm 42 I can still handle myself though my reflexes are a little slower and i have to squint more to see past my hand. But you wouldn't drop me into a hot zone in a south china town and expect to come back out intact. So, i choose not to be out, I'm not afraid of it.

Like everyone else, I usually stick to the bright lights of the main roads, but I'm in a hurry and I know these alleys. And that's when I came across her.

I heard the scuffle and the clear thud of a person hitting ground and the accompanying ooof!  There was a small figure on the ground with a bigger figure over them. Trouble. At first I thought to avoid it and let the probable courier have a lesson about career choices. But then my good angel told me I had an obligation to the underdog. I reached instinctively to the weapon I no longer carried, cursed and then used my voice to the bigger figure. As I came closer they were your standard hire muscle. Brawn and a brain used only for generating violence. "I think you want to drop that package and step away from whoever is on the ground." He told me to fuck off and stepped towards me obviously wanting to include me in his evening's programme. Beat me, then the little person, then walk off with the package. 

Now here's a tip. You make your hand into a point with fingers hard and strike at the windpipe before they have done their monologue and posturing. It saves time and bruises. He dropped like what i always thought a bag of potatoes looked like dropping. The little person on the ground was breathing, was looking up at me with not a little fear and waiting for whatever would happen next. 

I extended a hand to help them up and said, "Hi, I'm Thomas your unlikely guardian angel."