Random Story start: Hammurabi Heck and the Beginning of the End

“Rob! Package for you!” It sailed across the open space to land on the counter and slide across into his hands. He grinned back at the postal worker.

“Thanks, Abe!”

Once Abriham was gone, though, the smile dropped from Rob’s face. The handwriting was all too familiar, and he knew the package only meant the worst. Gillian’s writing was instantly recognizable; his sister had used the same color of ink and the same affected slanting handwriting since she had been a teen. These days she only sent things if it were bad. No birthday presents, no holiday gifts, no ties for Father’s Day (not that he was a father, but he had enough nieces and nephews he took care of that they could at least remember him sometimes).
Maybe this time it would be something less threatening – like a pit viper? He snorted at the thought and pushed the package aside. He’d deal with it later. For now there was inventory to enter into the system. Rare antiquities/junk man he might be, but none of the rare or weird things would sell if he didn’t have them inventoried.

Despite his best efforts, he could not ignore the package. The bright orange lettering picked at the edge of his awareness, refusing to be silenced. He managed to enter the Roman mus musculus sculpture with hidden poison wells behind the eyes and the fake Druidic sickle into the computer (making certain to note the latter as a fake) before he gave up in despair.

She’d used his full name. Both middle names. That was never a good sign.