Casey pulls up in the dark street and takes a deep breath before getting out of his older brother's car. He sees the door with number 82 on it and walks up to it, slipping his hood over his head. He knocks on the door which opens instantly, revealing a man with a bald, tattooed head.
"Casey Braxton?" the man asks, his voice rough. Casey nods slightly before stepping inside. The man smirks but Casey says something before the other man can.
"Did you get what I wanted?" he aks coldly and pulls out his wallet which is full of his uni money.
"Don't waste time, do ya? I've got it over here". The man says before heading over to a cluttered table, returning with a black, heavy case. Casey takes the case off the man and opens it, revealing a firearm and bullets. "It's loaded", the man says proudly as Casey picks it up, as dread fills him at what it is he has to do. "It's good, isn't it?" Casey aims the gun at the man and pulls the trigger. The man collapses, his blood spilling all over the floor but his eyes blank, dead.
"Yeah, it is", Casey whispers to the dead man before shoving the gun into the case and sprinting outside to Brax's car, and speeding off, back to Summer Bay.
