The one frustrating thing about my hotel is that I must go through one of the city’s major checkpoints at least twice a day. And the lines always take over 45 minutes each way. But today luck was on my side.
As I approached the checkpoint, I heard a familiar voice, “Reporter Man!” Fred Willis, the young merc I’d met the other day, was manning the checkpoint. He waved me to the front of the line. Turns out he’d actually looked up one of my stories just as he said he would. It was my exclusive on the APR. He said if ever I needed more inside scoops, come see him.
I immediately asked the one burning question in my mind, “Who is the Jackal?”