The courier grins and tosses her the package. It is a small, brown paper wrapped parsel. A simple string ties it all together, a large scarlet wax seal stamped on top.
"Oh and Vague? This is for you." The courier tosses a letter to Vague. "Oh also...." He reaches deep I to his satchel, the leather bag almost swallowing his enter arm before pulling out a coat of some sort and tossing it to Vague. "The Scarlet Man sends his regards."
Vague catches the coat, a feeling of familiarity overtaking him as his fingers brush the fabric. "What the..... Wha-" his eyes widen as he holds up the worn military jacket. His fingers brush the Angel insignia sewn to the right shoulder as he studies his beloved jacket. "Where.... Where did you get this?" His eyes snap to where the Courier once stood. The young man was gone.