"What kind of person do you think I am?"

"I don't know, you tell me," he reverted. "I'm done being interviewed here. So why don't you talk while I continue driving. Tell me about your interesting self."

Lauv's 'Superheroes' faded out while Frank Ocean's 'Pilot Jones' played next.

"There is nothing interesting about myself," I rolled my eyes upwards.

"Not if you think that way. Like the rest of us, there's always something interesting in every inch of you," Nick said pessimistically like a mentor.

Throughout the conversation, I was able to see Nick from a point of view I've yet to explore. Abs had always fed me with gruesome stories of how villainous Nick was and I believed him. But the beast I knew turned out to be just a normal person behind that mask of Jason Voorhees.

We arrived approximately half an hour later to an unknown place still surrounded by dark forest. Nick pulled over by the roadside and texted his team. G-Wagon guy arrived 10 minutes later with Chubby Jason Statham whom I know now as Cane (I love Chubby Jason Statham better, mentioning that his name is mouthful and exciting, like a tongue twister). They came in with three more vehicles behind them. The same G-Wagon I saw back at Heald Glove pulled over in front of us while the rest took over and left. Cane came out from the passenger seat walking towards us.

"What is she doing here?" Cane looked at me perplexed as Nick got out of the car.

"Relax, she's not coming," Nick assured. "She's gonna stay here."

"Either way, she's a risk," Cane grunted.

Nick bent down towards me, reminded me to stay put. "It might take an hour," he said. "We won't be long or else we might get caught or being watched."

He got into the G-Wagon and the driver drove further a mile away before turning right into the woods and disappeared. Just like Milla, I was being left alone in his expensive ride with engines running made me feel that they trusted me so much that they placated me with their cars.

Half an hour later, a three-tonne black transporting truck drove past me at a slow speed before turning to the same direction as the G-Wagon. The truck left about half an hour passing through in full speed, suggesting that it had been unloaded. Another commercial truck bigger than the previous one arrived 20 minutes later and went in the same direction.

I fell asleep halfway waiting for the truck to return and was woken up to a few knockings on the window screen on my side. I groggily unlocked the car and let Nick in.

"They left?" I yawned. "What did I miss?"

"Yeah, they left," he replied. "Nothing much except for a few fractured Kalashnikovs. So we'll send them back."

Hearing the name 'Kalashnikov', I turned behind to check if some were stored in this car. Nick assured me that the rifles were not with us. We then headed out of the forest area and into the M55 motorway when Nick had an idea of taking a detour to Blackpool to which I agreed despite feeling drowsy. Nick had another Lauv's song 'I like Me Better' played on the audio. He must have had his album on replay.

"Aren't you feeling tired, as in lack of sleep?" I asked while he was humming to the chorus. "You're like The Boss that never sleep in that Cobra beer commercial."

"I'm well-rested every day," Nick said softly. "I don't come out at night every day. There are times I just lay low and check up on the warehouse occasionally. How about you? How are you getting along with your job?"

I could tell that he doesn't feel like talking about himself that much which was ironic considering that I have to know some of it as part of my job. I need to know which girls he needs to shag next; I wouldn't want to mix up Brazzers Girl #1 with Brazzers Girl #2. Maybe he intended to make it hard for me to access, either that or he just wants to get comfortable with me before allowing me to go deep into the bag and let the cat out. I wonder what was his childhood life with Abs like? Was it bittersweet like Holmes/Watson? Or fun and wasted like Harold/Kumar? Or simply twisted like Grindelwald/Dumbledore?