"Look, I don't even know your names – I'm Mike." Said Mike, swiveling in his seat.

"Is that important?" Replied the boy, without looking up. Mike realised that was the first time he had heard him speak.

"Pay no attention to my brother, Michael Elmsworth. He is just engrossed in the importance of our mission. My name is Sara and his is Seth."

"Honest pleasure." Replied Mike politely, relieved that at least one of the siblings was able to conduct a civil conversation. "But please, just Mike. 'Lil snappier off the tongue."

Hold on, how did she know my last name?

Mike was snapped out of his thoughts by Sara leaning forward and stating "We're here Jack Bruno."

"Here? But there's nothing!" Jack pointed out as they approached the crest of a hill. On the other side was a broken down old shack. "Oh. Somebody's expecting you two, right? It don't look like anyone's home."

"Don't worry Jack Bruno, we will soon be reunited with relatives." Sara reassured him.

"Okay, $720.50." Said Jack, checking the meter. "But after everything that went down today, how about I knock off 25% and I also..."

Seth had shoved another wad of cash into Jack's hand as soon as the car had stopped, and both siblings were heading for the door of the shack.

"Okay then… Goodbye to you too." Jack muttered. He sat there for a moment, counting the money. "Ahhh…" He murmured, obviously mentally wrestling with himself. Eventually he got out and hollered "Hey! You guys overpaid! By a lot!"

There was no response.

"Unbelievable."

He ducked his head back inside the car and addressed Mike. "We'll talk when I get back ok, just give me a sec." Mike nodded his approval and watched as Jack made his way to the door of the shack, knocked, and went in.

A few moments passed. Mike was very tired and was just dozing off when he was fully awoken by noticing movement, out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head, but it had already gone.

Hmm. Maybe Jack's on his way back.

Suddenly a muffled explosion sounded from the depths of the house, causing Mike to jump.

This just keeps getting better and better.

Mike opened the car door and stepped outside, zipping up his jacket. It was attached to his trousers, creating a kind of all-leather jumpsuit. He reached for his pockets, checking they were all in order. Popping a final Haribo into his mouth, he made for the shack's door.

That was when the ground collapsed.