Qorviq lept forward, tacking the young Chinese couple to the ground just as the fireball crashed through the window. Glass and sparks flew everywhere as the fireball crossed the room, went through the wall and dissipated. The three stood up uninjured. As the couple dusted themselves off and stood staring at the smoldering hole left in their interior wall, Qorviq grabbed his coat and hat.
"Well, I better get going, thanks again..."
The Chinese woman started to say something but Qorviq had already hosted himself out through the shattered window. As he sealed down the street, away from the wreckage as fast as he could, he reached into his coat pocket to feel for the red envelope and eight dollars. He had left it behind, naturally.
Son of a bitch... well... should I go back? Would that be weird?
He continued on through the thinning crowd. At this point he had decided the random festival surrounding him must have been some kind of New Year's celebration given the fact that the young Chinese couple of whom had apparently been holding him captive OR had graciously given him a place to stay and the handcuff thing was just a coincidence had mentioned that the red envelope was a new year's gift, and that this would be his year. Plus he had read on Wikipedia about that being a custom or something significant having to do with the new year. He destinctly remembered someone saying something at some point about the new year specifically. Plus there were banners everywhere that said Happy New Year on them.
He made his way across the side street he was on and up on to the sidewalk. Suddenly a group of children ran out of a storefront in front of him, dropping a small bag as they sprinted away.
"Hey! Hey you kids!! Hey, you dropped something!"
Qorviq bent down to pick up the small bag, as he lifted it from the ground a small notebook and a pair of tanning goggles fell to the ground. He picked up the notebook and opened it.
HELLO. IF YOU ARE READING THIS IT IS YOUR DUTY TO RETURN IT TO IT'S RIGHTFUL OWNER. PLEASE DELIVER TO 55467940 EAST 678th STREET, APARTMENT 17 BY 11:43pm, TONIGHT.
What the hell? How would the notebook know that I... and where the hell is 55467940 East 678th street?
As Qorviq stood under a street lamp wondering what he should do next, a homeless man stepped out of the shadows and threw a dirty duffel bag at him. He caught it, and fell backwards to the ground.
"Excuse you sir! What's with the bag!?"
The homeless man kept walking, disappearing into the shadows. Qorviq opened the bag to find an assortment of ragged clothing. He rifled through the bag until he found a GPSunit at the bottom.
Well, at least I know how I'll be finding 678th street...That's when he looked up only to see...
OHHH MAN, I WONDER WHAT QORVIQ LOOKED UP TO SEE!!!!! I HOPE ITS NOT SOMETHING SCARY OR UNBELIEVABLE!!!! I MEAN THERE'S A REAL GOOD POSSIBILITY THAT IT IS GOING TO BE SOMETHING JUST HORRIFICALLY SHITTY, BUT YOU NEVER KNOW, I MEAN THAT CHINESE WOMAN DID SAY THIS WAS GOING TO BE HIS YEAR... STAY TUNED!!!!!!!!! 7409184091495781098349702-9-3094-087497298734!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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