Dave had been on the road now for six hours. He'd be at the Canadian border in the next hour.

He would have to stop before hte border to take off his 

bulletproof

vest. He had it on during the entire drive. Excited him. But it wouldn't be a good look to try crossing a border with it on.

The whole time he listened to 

Drake

. First his earlier albums. Then the later ones that were less like full bodies of works and more like random playlists.

Running through the six with my woes! Dave would randomly scream. He'd then pound the steering wheel with a fist. "Hell yeah!" he'd scream.

The border. The border. The border. That was now what occupied Dave's mind. HE hadn't crossed the border in a while. Now that he was about to do a job that required international border crossings, he couldn't help feel like things were picking up for him.

He didn't count it to the tee. But the Canadian dollars alone seemed to be roughly around 100 to 150 grand. Then there was the US dollars. These were probably not the payment for the actual gig. But rather money to get the job done. There would be an actual pay after the job was done. But even if there wasn't a separate pay, the cash in the bag was more than enough for a simple job.

All he had to do was drive to Toronto, and meet with a man named BAKA. Hand him a flashdrive. And then... well that was it. Very simple job. The bulletproof vest seemed unnecessary, Dave thought as he gripped the steering wheel harder.