$800 for one delivery.

Even as he approached the massive building Max couldn't believe his luck. His financial situation was looking worse and worse each day. This wasn't helped by the fact that he had spent a good $150 dollars building his new combat yo-yos.

Max had always been a passive guy, but small town Virginia hadn't prepared him for the streets of the big apple. He'd been in more scraps since moving to town then his entire life put together. Having the steel yo-yos tucked away in his fanny pack gave him comfort.

The idea to weaponize a childs toy had came to him a few nights before. He'd been tossing around a yo-yo in his apartment when the string broke and the small disk smashed a lamp. He had ran out to hobby lobby and the local hardware store and set to work. The finished project were four solid metal yo-yos wound with thin, durable wire. Two of them were blunt attacks while the other set had blades built into the mechanism that opened when the yo-yo spun out and reached a certain speed. They retracted when coming back. Perfecting that trick had cost Max a number of tiny cuts across his hands and arms.

Fun new toys aside Max had been commissioned to deliver a small package to the Jaager building. Upon delivery he would score $800 and be on his way.

He entered the lobby and walked up to the receptionist desk, where a woman sat. He had told her he had a delivery for "John Smith" and the woman took his picture and handed him a small ID badge reading "Max Rosewood-Guest."

"Just take the elevator up to the tenth floor. Take a left, two rights, and follow the hallways to the second door on the right." She said.

Max walked to the elevator and got in, punching the number ten. This was gonna be cake...

How many times can you walk the same white, sterile hallway before you lose your mind? Max was close to finding out. He'd taken a left and then a right and walked down the halls. He took the next left, or was it a right? And wound up where he started. This went on and on as Max walked through the odd hallways, security cameras glaring down at him as he went. Finally he stopped and leaned against one of the walls.

"What the hell am I doing?" He asked aloud.

"Dette er kjedelig," Kirsi said aloud, to nobody in particular, and in her native Norwegian, so it wasn't like anyone around here would understand anyway. This is boring. Because it was - she was here, in one of the many conference rooms of the JW building, waiting for a package. She didn't like to have business-related things delivered to the house she lived in, especially since she shared it with someone else, and it was just common courtesy to ensure that nobody vengeful showed up on your doorstep when it was someone else's doorstep too. Normally, she'd pick up her payments from a drop point, but her last job had paid quite a bit, and her employer had insisted on a messenger in order to make sure his money was reaching the right place. So she'd gone to JW and asked the nice front desk lady if she could wait for a package there, but someone else was there because it was the nice one's lunch break, and Kirsi had had to call Madeline because she wasn't sure if the replacement knew about Ragnarok, and it'd just been the most effort Kirsi had ever put into getting paid. Now, she was sitting in the conference room that Madeline had placed her in, waiting for someone to arrive with a package for Jenny Smith. (She was bad at aliases.)

"What the hell am I doing?" Kirsi frowned, turning to look at the door behind her. It was cracked open just a bit, and she could've sworn that she heard someone outside. She clambered out of the tall conference chair with some effort - it was clearly meant for somebody significantly larger than her - and hopped onto the floor. When she went to open the doors, she didn't even bother with an attempt to do so normally, because she couldn't even make one budge on its own. With a little, silent boost from her mutation, the door swung open easily, and Kirsi stepped out into the hallway.

"Hello?" she called out, her voice unintentionally accented because she'd been talking to herself in Norwegian just before.