A frozen landscape befell the six Lance-Corp guards, whose bodies formed a protective barrier against the wind and hail for the deliverer, who held a small box. Together they stepped forward, nearing the winter storm. Their final destination. They had been ordered to deliver the object no matter the consequences. The directive nagged at him. Was it so important? Upon stepping foot into the eye of the storm, the guards were sent slamming into walls of ice. The Deliverer stood firm, continuing forward until he reached a small figure who opened the box to reveal two cups of nice, warm tea.