Parry struggled to look beyond the corner, trying his hardest to get a clear view of the front door from the high chair, but failing spectacularly. He was stuck in good while the pups savaged the bear beneath the chair, rattling its legs while he sat perfectly still. Rikive had strapped him in good and tight, so he wouldn't kiss the floor if it tipped over, but he wasn't keen on taking that fall in the first place.

[i]Shit. Shit! They're going to want me to pay up front![/i]

The two men at the front door stood perfectly still, their gloved hands on the box as they looked through the door crack at Rikive, then at the address beside the door. 

They were in the right place...

"Where is Parry," Right asked in a casual voice. He might be a UPS man with the way he acted- if he wasn't dressed like he just walked off the set of [i]The Godfather[/i].

Left hoisted the box just a little on his side. "We have what he asked for this morning. The... [i]company[/i] would like its cut now if possible."