It just had to be a flamethrower

Just before we arrived I sent a message to Scribe Delta saying we were on our way. So I wasn't surprised to see them standing outside waiting for us. What surprised me was the flamethrower strapped to their back.

Then again, at this point I should have expected at least someone to show up with one of those. I blame you commenters.

The car stopped in front of the Library and Scribe Delta waved at us. “Get the nest inside! I'll handle the birds!”

We got out of the car and opened the back door. I got inside to unstrap the seat belts keeping the nest in place. As soon as I did the nest began struggling and flopping around. Which was all they could do since they were still tied up with rope.

I tried grabbing their legs and helping Alicia carry them out of the car. But their flopping around made me lose my balance and I fell down. Outside there was a flash of light and the sound of birds flying around in a panic.

I tried to get back on my feet but the Nest wasn't making it easy. Scribe Delta yelled at us to hurry up.

Suddenly there was a crash and glass everywhere. A bird had smashed through the window and was flapping around in the car.

It was wounded by the glass so Alicia managed to grab it by the wing and tossed it out of the car.

More flashes of light went off outside as I managed to get on my feet. Alicia grabbed the nest and began pulling them out of the car.

The nest struggled so hard that they fell off the backseat.

That's when I noticed something shiny on the floor. “Alicia! Watch out! Your scissors!” I yelled a warning.

Alicia had been using those scissors to cut her bandages. She must have dropped them when we were attacked by the birds. Now those scissors were dangerously close to the nest.

I bent down to grab them when I felt a slash across my back. I let out a scream.

“Another bird got in! Get out of there!” Alicia yelled.

Then the next thing I know I had the scissors in my hand and a dead bird on the other end of them.

I threw the scissors on the front seat and helped Alicia get the Nest out of the car.

We ran into the Library while Scribe Delta was putting birds on fire. They seemed to be enjoying it a bit too much.

They ran in after us and the other librarian, Linda, closed the door behind us.

We put the nest down on the floor. I could still feel where the bird had clawed at me. It was not pleasant at all. It still isn't, to be honest.

Scribe Delta took off their flamethrower and set it down in the corner. They then walked over to the Nest. “You two did a great job! Now please excuse me for a bit while I get the information you need out of our friend here.”

They then knelt down next to the nest and ripped the duct tape off their mouth. The nest screamed. Then they glared up at Scribe Delta and yelled. “What the hell do you think... wait, Sam is that you!?”

Scribe Delta grinned at them. “Hello, old friend.”