He had attempted debates, conversations, and even tried a thought provoking poem, yet Sisyphus could tell that his life was not gathering much meaning as the days passed him by. People continued to frequent the streets and have their own little adventures right there in front of everyone, yet since his mushroom fueled trip he had been stuck in a rut, one that would soon be fixed with a single phone call from one of his employers.

"There's a job for you."

"A job?", his voice trailed off a bit and there was already a pause in the chatter. He hadn't worked a job since failing to steal from an Art Gallery a month ago. The police were still on his trail, and Sisyphus was nothing if not careful when it came to dodging heat; sometimes he wouldn't go outside for days at a time just to be on the safer side of things.

"Yes, a job. Meet Pierre at Philadelphia Pier and don't be late. You've got three hours to prepare."

While he was respectful of the alliteration, this didn't sound like the type of job that Sisyphus would generally accept and he wasn't even sure if Philadelphia had a pier. This was all very confusing, but making his way near the Delaware River he could hear the loud sounds of the Durden's all working out getting ready for their next big job from across the way, but he was certain that's not what he was here for and while he looked around for anyone who could be a Pierre, there was an uneasy feeling to hit his gut.

"Who did I just speak with on the phone? I don't remember that voice... Why am I only just now questioning this?"

After speaking out loud for a moment there was a loud crashing sound from directly behind him, and then darkness, as if someone had placed a bag over his head. This wasn't right at all, but at this point there was nothing Sisyphus could do but accept whatever fate had in store for him.

"Where am I?"

His voice was weak and so were his legs as he quickly found out when he attempted to stand up, only to collapse back down to the floor. He was outside somewhere, but where? There weren't many clues to be found as only dirty stretched as far as the eye could see, and with a single groan he was back to the blackness.

Waking up again this time he felt a lot better, but still he was in the middle of nowhere. There were two options for the man to take at this point, and both weren't exactly optimal.

1. Scream for help.
2. Walk in a straight line.

Deciding it would be the smartest move to mix the two into a conglomeration of yelling and walking, he soon found that there was no one around to hear him. That was, until a car drove up. He couldn't believe who he saw inside, it was none other than...

...

To Be CONTINUED?!

As the car stopped at the pier, Astro "Archy's most loyal bodyguard and long time family friend got out of the passenger seat and opened the back door for Archy who walked out of his car and lit a cigarette as he walked right towards Sisyphus and sat him down, he turned to his bodyguard Astro, "What have you done? I told you to bring him in from a job, he is going to be our partner now, is that how we treat our partners?" Astro hung his head down in disgrace he sure didn't mean to piss his boss off and asked "Should I untie him then?" Archy nodded. "Help him get cleaned now too." He then turned back to Sisyphus, "I'm terribly sorry for the misunderstanding my friend. Now get cleaned and let's talk business."

Archy walked away to the edge of pier as Astro helped Sisyphus back on his feet and took him to a nearby room to wash his face and tidy his clothes, after a while the two joined Archy at a table his men had set with 2 chairs at each end, obviously Archy was sitting at one end smoking his cigarette as his guest arrived. "Please have a seat my friend. I'm very sorry for the misunderstanding earlier, but you know what the lack of education can do to some people's minds." He offered Sisyphus a napkin to dry his face off the water and continued. "Let's get down to business now, you know how the locals have been cracking down on every job we have tried pulling lately and those corrupt pigs we keep feeding aren't doing enough to keep them off our tail. I had to take off from Las Vegas all the way here to do my next operation as my mine has brought a lot of heat there." Archy finished his cigarette, threw it on the ground beneath him and stepped on it with his shoe to put it off. "I heard about this rival business that has opened here in Philly, doing rehab sessions for a much more discounted price." He shook his head as he hit the table with his fist angrily. "I am sure you can tell that isn't good for my business either and it's hurting me that people will pay a long ass flight from Las Vegas to Philly to visit his clinic." Archy was silent for a minute, he then leaned in towards Sisyphus.... "I am gonna torch his place and every fucking clinic that ever supported him... So what do you think? Are you in for that job?"