The Box -Part 2

Walking side by side, away from those goons, and disguised in the tight crowd of people in the street. Tora and Syrol dressed like the commoners of these people with raggy clothing, obviously not a rich and wealthy town. Poverty and famine roam these streets as Tora and Syrol walks by, seeing the sick or the homeless on the sidewalk. Merchants and venders pass by the city once in a while trying to sell something decent to live off by. All of them at least hold any sort of weapons to guns, knives, or a wooden nail board to defend themselves against thieves or the poor which occur commonly here. One without a weapon, would mean certain death to those sellers.
Syrol leading the way to their destination, and Tora still following with absolutely no clue on where their suppose to deliver this box to, or whats inside of it. She scanned the box carefully to get any piece of information about it on why to risk their lives on a small little box, instead of stealing something more valuable that will surely enrich their lifestyle. The box was nothing special, only a few stripes of colors at each side all connecting to the center of the box with a golden crest that's shaped like an old fashioned winged shield. Next to the golden crest, is a small initial label as J.M., it must belong to someone important since it was guarded by those people that were ready to kill if anyone stole it. Tora's curiosity was killing her, she really wanted to know what's inside of that box that made Syrol so serious in this mission. Syrol, her only hope and savior from this horrible life she lives in. If it wasn't for him who found her on the streets clinging to life, she would've been dead long ago.
This world, where the human race is overpopulated, the earth can't sustain this kind of amount. Natural resources are being depleted, trees are being cut down for homes, pollution is everywhere killing our environment, animals are being extinct due to the low level of food, and last my not least global warming. The government don't even try fixing these problems, and instead compete with other nations for resources or land. They care for no one, only to become stronger then the rest. The people of this world too seem to not even care anymore, and just live on with their life trying to survive. Of course there are a few people who actually do do something to help this inevitable world, but its futile. Their number are small and no one seems to actually listen on what their saying anymore. Soon those people too, just stopped trying and joined with the others who don't even care, losing hope. This made Tora detest everyone in this world and just want them all to die, sick of seeing these people destroying their own world and not even care. If it weren't for Syrol giving her a meaning to live in this despicable world, who knows what she would do.
Finally, Tora couldn't stand the agonzing mystery that was in the box. Tora glance at Syrol making sure he won't look back and catch her opening the small box. She tried to open the lid of the box, but it won't budge. She gave it another couple of attempts, furiously she still couldn't open the box.
"You know, you can't open that box without a password. It's voice command" laugh Syrol. Tora jumped and was surpraise that Syrol already knew what she was doing. Better yet, Syrol is back to himself again and not all serious
"What is the password then?" responded Tora, trying to regain her composure.
"Not sure, but the person who were going to deliver the box do." said Syrol walking away from the crowded people and into another alleyway "Come on were almost there"
Tora followed him and soon after saw two men standing at the sides, assuming their the people they are suppose to deliver the box to. Tora immediately saw one man with a sword and thought to herself, this could be troublesome.