You politely stop, turn around, and enter the building from
which you were hailed. It appears to be the back room of
some kind of repair shop. All around are wires and parts
that you couldn't identify if you wanted to. By the far
wall a slovenly adorned gentleman sits behind a desk smoking
a cigarette. The ashes fall onto the various parts in
front of him as he leans forward to speak to you.
 
"How'd you like to make a few extra bucks?" he asks in a
thick wrong-side-of-town accent. Without waiting for a reply
he jams a few wires and a circuit board into a padded
envelope and pushes it toward you. 
 
"Here, take it," he says, digging in his back pocket with
his free hand and producing a crumpled wad of greasy $1
bills. You take the package and the unsavory remuneration.
 
"Just run it over to that address, they need it bad." You
glance at the address and notice that it's your own office!
~You accept, you'll get to work on time and get some extra cash~d2.txt
~Drop the package and filthy cash, turn around and run~c3.txt
~Drop the package but keep the cash, punch the man and leave~end3.txt