Another Delivery- Josh

He held out his hand, fully expecting me to give the scroll back. I stepped back with a look of defiance, my blade in a guard, angled so the light glinted off back at him.

“Last warning kid. Hand the scroll over an’ I won’t use your insides as wall decorations” The gruff man scowled. “And believe me- I will.”

I fingered the trigger at the base of the cross guard. I was hesitant, knowing he could only looked unarmed. In this world, you never knew who was an ordinary guy and who was one of the psychos. I shook my head. “What even is it? This is just a job, and my employers are sure as heck is gonna pay a lot more than a simple threat.”

“Never is easy, is it?” He sighed. “If I tell you I’m going to need to kill you. Which, at this point, is soundin’ mighty pleasin’.”

“With what?” I feigned ignorance, already knowing his most likely answer. I shouldn’t have taken the job. The untraceable transmission, stealing a scroll from the Sigma-Omega vault (a red class vault I was told, and that was hardly something I would turn down). I was up to it. Everyone knows I’m the craziest transporter since that Ginon guy. Just like everyone knows Sigma-Omega is a bunch of freaks.

“Was itchin’ for a bit o’ blood anyhow.” He growled. His hands began to glow, and I pulled the trigger. My blade began to hum as the edge vibrated, gaining a glow of its own.

I swore more colorfully than the time where the rebels caught me snaking extra energy shards for Laz and Fin. I barely dodged the first punch, my enhanced frame all that kept me from getting floored- or losing my head. I looked critically at his arms, now completely enveloped in the aura. His hand seemed to smoke as it tore through the air. Finally, I saw what I expected. His hands began to change, from their fleshy tone into a dark grey. I let loose a few more choice words. “Cybermorph!” I hissed. “You’re a human ‘bot!”

“A man that can become machine… Funny things in those scrolls kid. Maps to more bits o’ power like this. Hand it over,  I’ll kill you quick. Don’t… And I’ll have some fun.”

I, of course, did the natural thing for an upstanding thief, delivery man, and fine human such as myself would do when faced with a lunatic. I sent my foot up, praying to every deity that came to mind that he hadn’t fully morphed yet. His grimace, cringe, and squeak answered me. I then completed my ingenious tactic as was only logical, tipping my hat and running like I was on fire. Which, from the looks of things, could be a very viable outcome.