Colin walked up and gave the door a couple knocks. Jack opened the eyesight slot on the door.
"How many did ya get?" he asked with a gaze of intrigue.
"See for yourself." Colin said.
Jack's eyes widened at the number of marks.
"Fifty?! Ah mean, that's pretty damn good, but how'd you pull it off?!" Jack asked in bewilderment.
Colin lifted up the duffel bag and unzipped it to show Jack the contents.
The door swung open and Colin was pratically yanked inside.
Jack grinned ear to ear as he palmed a box of slugs.
"Yer saying you just found this stuff?!" Jack asked.
Colin kept his composure and nodded while adding "In someone's backyard."
"Well, I guess you'd better go round up some more goodies, boy." Jack said with a laugh.
"So soon? Before dinner?" Colin asked.
"Yeah, it'll be waitin' on yah, we just need you to get some things in town." Jack replied with a warm gesture.
'Just go with it.' Colin thought as he asked: "Where from exactly?"
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Colin glanced at his map as he drove in Jack's Pickup Truck. Through the old road, past the church with the missing "J", and over a hill he drove in the moonlit night. When he reached the X Jack had marked, he looked out at a place he knew all too well: Lakeside fishing and camping spot Lake Norris. Across the street was his target: Lake Norris Market.