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All day Monday, packages arrive at Arkham via various delivery services. One package for Giles, one for Alex, one for another doctor on the service and another for a nurse. Assuming these packages are actually opened, all they will find inside will either be a Newton's Cradle, or a very unassuming clock radio. Except for the fourth, of course.
Coming from a completely different delivery service than the others, the fourth package, the nurse's package contains a rather obvious bomb. The other packages, they got through just fine. They're obviously perfectly normal objects. Right?
Everyone should just keep telling themselves that. Until the Newton's Cradle stops clicking, until the radio lets out a particularly loud screech of white noise. A package being carried through a hallway starts to get a little...hot. Until the explosion.
Then, maybe you should worry. There are people waiting to get in. People waiting to get out. Fun times for them, yeah?
Coming from a completely different delivery service than the others, the fourth package, the nurse's package contains a rather obvious bomb. The other packages, they got through just fine. They're obviously perfectly normal objects. Right?
Everyone should just keep telling themselves that. Until the Newton's Cradle stops clicking, until the radio lets out a particularly loud screech of white noise. A package being carried through a hallway starts to get a little...hot. Until the explosion.
Then, maybe you should worry. There are people waiting to get in. People waiting to get out. Fun times for them, yeah?