Vic jolted awake.

It was dark outside. His eyes fluttered. The driver was quiet. He adjusted his position, and the driver quickly gazed at him through the rear-view mirror, then returned their attention to the road in front of them.

"Where are we?" Vic asked.

The driver paused. "On the approach to Townsville." They replied.

"When will we get there?"

"Another hour, maybe. Did you sleep alright?"

Vic nodded.

"Good," The Driver continued, "Beside you is a suitcase. It has all you need in it."

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Vic looked to his left and sure enough, there was a black suitcase. He grabbed it and rested the case on his lap as he opened it. Inside was a series of papers, and a small greyish pistol with a single magazine.

"Is this all?" He asked.

"This is all that they were willing to give you."

"Just this one pistol?"

"They don't think you need a whole lot to kill this guy."

Vic sighed. He grabbed one of the papers and stared at it. It was hard to read because of the darkness, but he could make out something along the lines of 'arms dealer'.

"Why wasn't I told the full details before this?" Vic asked.

The Driver scowled. He sounded annoyed.

"Because we're running on a shoestring here. Once I drop you off, you'll have plenty of time to read the papers through and get the job done. That all?"

Vic nodded, then closed the case up. He sat it back on the seat beside him, crossed his arms, and tried to go back to sleep. The car rocked gently as it sped down the dark road. He had never been to Townsville before. Why was he even picked? This driver seemed to be more competent than he was. He nodded off to sleep...