[h1][center]Milo Ventri[/center][/h1]

[h3][center]Final Round Armoury, Tuesday[/center][/h3]

	Milo took the next day off from his work, luckily working for himself lets him have that kind of choice. However he did get back to it as the days passed and the pain in his leg had subsided. Every once and while throughout the day he called back to the jazz night he had attended and the travesty that it had been, but the night had still left him a few good things, the card he now had with Victoria's information on it and the memory of the small kiss on the cheek, not one to usually get distracted, Milo jumped when his hammer missed the steel and clanged loudly on the anvil. He set the hammer down and went back to his apartment, not much else to do.

[h3][center]Final Round Armoury, Wednesday[/center][/h3]

	Milo spent the majority of his day finishing a few pieces that had been contracted by some men out east, swordsmen that were in a competition circuit, much like he used to. When the blade was done he looked it over, a german longsword, his favorite, yet nothing like the one he made for himself, he gave it a few swings, checked the edge, the balance, then it was packed away to be shipped.... Milo had never been to the post office.... that was the one thing that he had to make sure he had looked for this week, instead he went to a party, this was not the week he had planned for.

[h3][center]Wednesday evening[/center][/h3]

	Milo got on his bike with three long boxes strapped to his back, he took off down the road to try and find the post office, what a mess. He rode his bike towards the area he believed he had seen town hall, post offices are usually nearby, or at least a fedex or something, who knows, this was exactly how he had gotten into a mess the other day, maybe the city would lead him to another.