The base
"Answer me! Who sent you"
Luck could now feel the cold blade against his neck, causing him to frantically spit out a response.
"My boss from the value mart sent me to deliver this package to a address around here"
Luck then begins scuttling across the ground before finally picking up the small cardboard box. The boy walks over to Luck looks at the address on the box and noticeably flinches. Seeing this Luck promptly asks,
"Do you know where this is?"
The boy sighs and puts his blade back on his back.
"Yes, yes I do"
The boy leads Luck around alleyways and streets for sometime in silence, while Luck frantically worries about making it to his other job.
"Are we almost there?"
Luck finally says breaking the silence.
"Almost"
The boy repeated, the silence resumed and it wasn't until then that Luck noticed how silently the boy was moving.
Finally they reach an fairly normal looking building office. Before they continue Luck grabs the boy on the shoulder and pulls him down.
"Dude in case you forgot that sword over your shoulder is contraband"
The boy brushes him off before saying,
"It's fine"
The boy leads Luck up to the reception desk which has a rather buff dude built like a pro weight lifter. The boy then leans over the desk and says the fallowing is a hushed tone.
"If money is the root of all evil, what does that make you and me?
The guard smiled and lead the two to a back room which had a elevator, before the guard retired to his post he said one thing.
"Brothers"
The boy pressed the elevator button and got in and Luck fallowed.
"What is this man some kind of cult?
Luck stammers out.
"No it's not a cult"
The boy responds sounding a little annoyed by the question.
"Well whatever I just don't see why I have to go through all this trouble I mean I have other things to do you know!"
The boy responds calmly though, is fidgetly tapping his finger against his crossed arms.
"Because... your going to meet... the boss"
Before Luck can say another world the elevator beeps and the doors open.