Frank Martin sat in the empty parking lot of the Whiskey Park bar on his cellphone in New York City.

"Yes, I've completed the job, I'm free for now, unless I get another job." he said.

Frank is a transporter, someone who transports people or items to certain destinations with no questions asked, no changing the deal, and no opening the package. Frank had just completed one of these missions and had no others on his plate. It was a Sunday, and there was nobody else around. But he had decided to go to the bar anyways to take a break.

"Yes, thank you." He ended the call and was about to get out when he noticed three shady looking teens exit the bar and started eying him suspiciously. His car was an Audi A8 L W12, being a transporter allowed one such luxuries. He did not have a good feeling about this.

"Seriously? They have to carjack me now? Well you don't mess with Frank Martin on his off days…." He slowly got out and approached them.

"Hey, wassup?" he said as he passed them to enter the bar. As he did one swung around and wrapped his arm around Frank's neck in a chokehold. The other two flanked each side. "Hand the wallet over, nice and slow." he whispered in his ear. In those few seconds Frank thought "Yeah, I'd better take care of these guys."

He jabbed his elbow into the teen's stomach, he let go of Frank's neck and so Frank spun around and dealt him a left hook. As the teen staggered to the right, Frank turned to the left and threw another right hook at the second teen while simultaneously lifting his right leg and sending a kick behind him. It connected and he heard an oomph from the third teen.

"Let's beat it!" the first one said, "We can't take this guy!" They started running down the street.

"Yeah! You don't want to mess with me!" he yelled after them.

His cellphone started ringing. He took it out of his pocket and looked at the number. He didn't recognize it. He warily answered it and said "Hello?"

A women's voice answered "Hello, is this Frank Martin?"

"Yes it is, who is this?"

"My name is Ms. Grunion, and I'm looking for a transporter. I learned through some reliable sources that you are one?"

"Oh, great, just as I thought I was going to get a break." he thought "But, I've never turned down a job yet."

"Yes, I am. What do you need?" he said out loud.

"I need you to transport something for me to Washington D.C. Can you meet me near the south entrance of Central Park? Now? I need it done as soon as possible."

Frank thought about it. "Sure I'm right near there anyways."

"Excellent, I will see you there." She ended the call and Frank put his cellphone back in his pocket.

He turned and started walking back toward the parking lot toward his car. As he got in and started it he began wondering why the package was so important that it must go to Washington D.C. These kinds of questions and more were on his mind as he drove. As he neared the entrance he noticed a black-haired woman leaning against a van.

"That must be her." he thought.

He pulled up behind the van and got out. She smiled as she noticed him and said, "Frank Martin?"

"That's me." he said. As he got closer he noticed she was a little overweight and that most of her clothes were some shade of pink or another. She was wearing a pink shirt with a light purple striped blazer over it and a pink skirt, with white tights.

"As I said on the phone, I need something transported to Washington D.C., and I will be willing to pay you $10,000 to get it there as soon as possible." she said

"Alright but what is it?" he asked.

"I'll show you."

She moved to the back of the van and opened it to reveal a very large duffel bag. "I can't tell you what's inside it, and DON'T open it." she said "That is all. Do you accept the offer or not?"

Frank thought about it. Washington D.C. was only a few hours' drive away, it was 5 PM now; he could make it there and back and still have enough time to get a few drinks.

"I'll do it. I can leave now." he said.

"Excellent," she said with a smirk. "Take it to the Washington D.C. Supreme Court. After you complete the job call me and I'll arrange the payment."

"Sounds good." Frank said.

He nodded and picked up the duffel bag by the handles. The first thing he noted was it was very heavy, but he didn't say anything, as one of the rules of the transporters was no questioning the package contents. He opened his car door and threw it in the backseat.

Grunion got into the van and drove off as Frank got into his car and started it. As he did the duffel bag fell off the seat and onto the floor.

"That was weird, I didn't place it near the edge. Hopefully there isn't anything breakable inside." he thought.

He pulled away and started toward the freeway that would take him toward Washington D.C. As he drove he heard movement behind him. He quickly glanced behind him and noticed the duffel bag was now moving around and he could hear what sounded like muffled grunts.

"What in the world?….There must be an animal in there or something. I can't keep it like that for 3 hours…"

Deciding to break the rules this once he pulled over onto the curb again and got out and opened the side door. He lifted the bag onto the seat again. He unzipped it and came face to face with a little boy with red hair who was hogtied and gagged with a dishcloth.