"Ryder Kaliak, we're closing in on our delivery target. Just so you know."
Mox's holographic display pops up on his screen, interupting the addicting little puzzle game he happened to be playing at the time, since Mox was a flawless flying intelligent dragon and he didn't really need to worry about overriding the auto navigation system.
"Ah, yeah, cool. How are we on time?"
"About right on time Ryder Kaliak, but... you may want to hurry. This client has history."
"Can't be too bad, right?" he asks as the landing sequence begins.
Mox's lift devices slowly beginning to hover over the landing pad, the wings flapping to lock his descent path on target before all four legs touch down and the engines automatically begin their down cycle, and the inside of the cockpit's pressure equalizes around his pilot. "You should check the profile, but... I could come with you."
"Mox, I got this." he says as the canopy opens up and clicks to the open position, Mox lowering down to let him out. He steps down and pats his head, his little yellow LCD eyes locking to a 4 dot 'concerned' expression that he was very familiar with at this point.
"You don't understand." Mox says, and a whirr is heard as two disks emerge from his throat slot, which Kaliak grasps. He then stands up, exposing his belly, and a panel opens up, ejecting a rather heavy looking metal box from his inner compartment. Kaliak holds the metal disks in his hand and rotates them each once, and they begin to hover over each other weightlessly. He moves his hand under the box and like a magnet the box surges over the top ring and begins to float above it. The box, now secured, hovers over his hand and the two rings effortlessly, and he turns away as the panel slides closed, Mox lowering back down.
"It's just a standard delivery. I got it, trust me."
"But ... you really should look at the profile. You know... I could help you and uh. uh... Be your light!"
"Mox! Chill! I'll be right back! Man. Crazy dragon, seriously. It's routine!"
"Can't you just carry your..."
"It's the rich side of town, not the southside! Byyyyye." he says with a turn and dismissive wave continuing on down the landing pad towards the hallway leading to the elevator.
Uncomforted by his pilot's words, he just tilts his head as he leaves, concerned for his safety.
Kaliak chuckles at his overly concerned dragon, but on a hunch, he holds up his info ring, doing a check on his current delivery profile, something he rarely does since these are mostly routine at this point. It's then he notices the sign.
"No solicitors"
He finds this strange since his customer is literally calling for people to knock on her door with this delivery, but shouldn't be a problem.
Wait, what was that name?
Karen Assard.
Oh fuck.
It's a Karen. And according to her profile, she was THAT kind of Karen. His spines bristle with concern. He suddenly wishes he HAD brought his handgun.