I have delivered SPICE across four continents. I have delivered premium SPICE to warlords, celebrities, heads of state, and one very sketchy guy in Nevada who paid in gold bars. Never — NOT ONCE — have I had a shipment rejected.
Until HER.
Mrs. Fucking Hydroplane.
I lined up the perfect drop at Tikves. I released the SPICE with surgical precision. It was beautiful. Textbook. And what does she do?
She rejected it.
I went back the next day with an even better approach vector. Adjusted for wind shear. Used a higher quality batch. Still rejected.
I have sent her the good shit. The kind that makes your eyes water and your soul question reality. And she just keeps sending it back like it’s a pair of shoes that doesn’t fit.
This is personal now.
I will find out who she is. I will find out where she lives. I will deliver SPICE to her whether she wants it or not. One day she will open her door and there I will be — holding the most premium SPICE known to man — and she will finally understand the error of her ways.
Until then… the war continues.
— Delivery Agent Mambo1-1
"The Bitch Said No" Division