The dark side

After around fifteen minutes, I feel restless. How far are we going?

“Okay, so where are we going? China? Is your business really this far away?” I look at him curiously.

“Yes, well, one of them is anyway. I told you my business is open in a few locations. Sometimes it has a few problems, and I have to call in. We'll be arriving in around fifteen minutes.” The car falls silent again, my mind throwing ideas at me. I need to ask. I can't just sit and wait.

“So, it isn't selling drugs?” I need to keep an open mind. If I guess right, I need not to freak out.

“No, that's a bit over the top, don't you think?” He is laughing, at least that's a good sign; it means he isn't offended by me guessing wrong.

“Okay, is it weapons?” Prompting him to reply.

“Yes! That's right. I sell guns and grenades for a living that I smuggle back from missions.” He is laughing more. Is he serious? Looking at him, he turns and winks. Okay, he is joking. That is good because, honestly, guns and weapons are ju