You have enjoyed your life of crime, and robbing a bank was actually much easier than you thought it would be. As you sit on a bench by the beach waiting for "Muscles" your contact to arrive, you take a deep breath of the salty air and think to yourself what a glorious life it is to be a master criminal. The sun is shining on this beautiful afternoon and the warm breeze brushes your hair around your face. You are so filled with joy to be at Myrtle Beach, instead of bagging groceries at your former lame job, that you actually laugh out loud.
That's when a large man over six feet tall weighing at least 350 lbs sits down beside you causing the boards in the bench to sag beneath his weight. Since you are an astute criminal, you realize that this guy is very aptly called Muscles since not one ounce of that 35o lbs is fat.
"Kid. Boss heard how yous robbed the bank and he wants yous fer a job."
"Well, I have all the money I need. What's in it for me?"
"Yous gonna need allies if yous any kind of criminal."
You realize that this might be a good idea as several shifty characters have walked by, seemingly listening to your conversation. Perhaps you and Muscles aren't the only criminals on this beach. It could be that your bank heist has become even more famous than you had previously thought.
"I'm listening Muscles. Keep talking."
"Boss needs this package delivered to the Myrtle Beach Skywheel at 11:34 am. Don't try any funny business like opening it or instead of becoming our friends you'll find yous our foes."
"11:34 am it is. That's only 1 hour from now. Thanks brother."
With that, Muscles stands up and walks towards the boulevard and that leaves you with one hour to get into the box, because afterall, you are a criminal.