“The time has come. The time for one last job”
“Oooh. Is it a big heist, where we gather everyone who might be remotely useful for an elaborate planning session?”
“No”
“Is it a small heist, where a select few conspire to move mountains through heroic acts of social engineering?”
“No”
“Is it a series of progressively bigger crimes, probing the edges of a newly formed occult society so as to find and kill its dark god?”
“…no?”
“Have you been unequivocally dishonored and have to commit a series of murders in order to reinstate the child empress after her mother had been unceremoniously assassinated?”
“What, no. It’s a box. The same kind of box I’ve delivered for years and years. I don’t know what’s in it or where it goes after I drop it off. It just happens to be the very last one I deliver before I resign. Which is today. After I deliver this box”
“One last Job”
“One last job”
More longer friend see that sky? 