"No questions," Pacific replied.
He did have questions. Lots of questions, but that's what this meeting was for.
Pacific opened his car door and grabbed the pizza bag next to him. He lived off of tips, so he couldn't afford to appear lazy.
A few hours later, after he was off the clock, he drove out to the docks. He changed into his costume in his car, arming himself with his usual weapons.
He took a deep breath. He wanted to believe this mysterious person, but it could also be a trap. He had made a lot of enemies in the last few months. In truth, his identity wouldn't be that hard to crack. What kept the wolves at bay was the threat of being hit with a big stick, over and over again.
But some animals were too foolish to fear.
Pacific shook his head. It was time to go. He walked to the address his host had sent him, and waited.