After walking away from Nasch, Vector had instantly went to looking for a job. The faster he got his Rank-Up Magic back, the better.

He'd been wandering around for about an hour before he came across a 'for hire' sign.

Vector looked up at the name of the building. Heartland Post Office.

Vector reluctantly pushed open the doors and walked inside. After all, it was better than nothing, right?

He strolled casually up to the man at the desk. "Hello, how may I help you?" The man asked, who's name tag read 'Carl'.

"Um, I'm here about the job offer." Vector replied.

"Oh, right." Carl mumbled and handed him a piece of paper. "Please fill out this application and hand it back when you're done. We'll get back to you as soon as possible to let you know if you got the job or not."

Vector nodded and took the paper from him. It was fairly long so Vector decided to take the paper home and do it later.

When Vector finally did reach the door to the place he was sharing with the emperors, he had completely forgotten about Mizar going to kill him and just walked in. He quickly remembered when he found Mizar waiting in the living room with a baseball bat.

Vector tried to sneak past him, but there, of course, had to be that one random squeaky floorboard that is extremely loud and he just had to step on it.

Wincing, he turned to see Mizar glaring at him. "Hi..." Vector said weakly and waved.

"You were trying to get past without me noticing weren't you?" He growled.

"Maybe..." Vector said, sliding towards the stairs.

Mizar instantly noticed and ran at him, bat raised.

Vector screamed and ran for his life up the stairs. As soon as he hit the top, he sprinted for his room and attempted to lock Mizar out, even though he knew it wouldn't do any good. As long as it bought him time, he'd be willing to do it.

He was right about it being worthless though. Mizar simply teleported into his room.

Vector screamed again and ran out of the room, truly terrified. Vector opened the portal to the BARian and dove through it. Mizar wouldn't dare attack him in public, right? He really hoped not.

After spending the night at the BARian, Vector decided he'd stay there a few days, hoping that Mizar wouldn't want to kill him any more. In his free time, he'd filled out the job application and sent it back to the post office. Now he was just waiting for the results.

~A Few Days Later~

Vector had finally went back to the Barians' house and luckily wasn't murdered by Mizar, just badly bruised.

He was sprawled out on his bed with his head phones on, rocking out with one of his favorite bands, Disturbed, when Dumon came in and shoved an envelope at him, before turning around and leaving.

Pausing the music, Vector slipped the head phones off so they were dangling around his neck and tore open the envelope. Inside was a letter from the post office and quickly skimmed over the words until he found the ones he'd been looking for. 'You're hired'.

Vector jumped up and yelled, "YES!" He really wasn't thrilled about being hired, only that he was one step closer to getting his Rank-Up Magic Barians Force back and getting the fireworks too.

He read over the letter again better to figure out the details about the job. He started tomorrow at 3 P.M. as a delivery boy to hand out mail. Better than sorting mail, I suppose... He thought.

~Next Day~

Vector threw open the post office doors and walked inside. After a short talk with the boss, which turned out to be more of a lecture, he finally got his route and a bag full of envelopes. He started out the door and looked at the route sheet to see where he was supposed to go first.

When he finally figured out the direction to head in, he started off at a brisk pace. He knew he'd have to practically run the whole time or walk very quickly to get everything
delivered on time. He hated that he had to run and was aware of how out of breath he'd be by the time the route was over due to it being a fairly long list. Vector didn't see why they couldn't have lent him a bike or something. Anything would be better than walking.

After about 10 minutes and a crap load of walking, he saw in disappointment how slowly the letters were disappearing from the bag. He wished he had faster means of transportation and would use his powers to help, but he couldn't because of all the people crowding the streets. Nash had demanded they not show any of their powers unless it was to someone who already knew. Besides, Vector really didn't want to have to explain how he was teleporting either.

He soon found himself in a bit more of a suburb-like part of the city on the outskirts of Heartland when he heard a familiar, most dreadful, fear-raising sound.

No. No, it can't be.... Vector thought, frozen to the sidewalk.

But the sound continued. In fact, it got louder.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no... He kept repeating in his head while slowly turning around.

There, standing behind him, was not one, not two, but three large dogs.

Maybe they're friendly. He tried to tell himself.

Vector still remembered all too well of how much dogs hated him from the time he spent pretending to be 'Rei'.

Shaking slightly, Vector tried to back away peacefully but as soon as he moved, the dogs jumped at him.

He screamed and ran down the street, trying to get as much distance between him and the dogs. They chased him all the way down the street because their owner apparently decided it was a good idea to not have them on leashes.

After turning another corner, Vector looked over his shoulder and saw they were catching up and fast too.

Looking ahead for an escape route, Vector spotted a tree and launched himself up it, fast as a squirrel. He even surprised himself at how fast he'd gotten up in the branches, but he was too scared to focus on it.

He stayed in the tree, trembling and trying to regain his lost breath, hoping the dogs would get bored and leave.

But they didn't.

Getting a stupid idea, Vector jumped out of the tree and started running again.

The dogs let out excited barks and instantly began chasing him again.

After a while of running, Vector finally began putting some distance between himself and his furry pursuers.

Then, the unspeakable happened.

Vector had looked over his shoulder again to see if they had given up yet, which they hadn't, and ran into a light pole while not looking. He collapsed on the ground and groaned, rubbing his head where it had collided with the metal post.

The dogs were on him in an instant, biting and ripping at his jacket.

Vector thrashed and used his powers to knock them away before they shredded him.

He was about to start running again when he realized his bag of letters were gone. Vector looked back at the dogs, who where lost in a flurry of shredded paper and cloth.

There goes the rest of the mail and the bag... Vector thought, hoping the people at the post office wouldn't be too mad.

He took the long way back to the office, pleading in his mind the canines wouldn't start tracking him down.

Vector finally arrived at the building and walked inside. He made his way to the back and explained what happened to the boss. He was not in the least happy with the lost mail and had absolutely zero sympathy for Vector nearly being shredded.

Vector left the office soon after explaining, the words 'you're fired' ringing in his mind.