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?”
And my good man Willis obliged. “The Jackal? He’s a merc. A nasty one too. I ain’t never seen him and I don’t really care to meet him either. Good luck finding him. He moves like a ghost.”
I pressed him for details. Where was he last seen? How did he know the Jackal was a mercenary?
“The older guys, they know him. A couple have worked with him years before. But he’s on his own out here. He ain’t working with any of us. Got his own agenda.”
I asked if he knew his real name but Willis was as in the dark as me. If the Jackal is indeed a mercenary, it’ll be easier to find him. Mercs tend to have predictable patterns. But most mercs don’t usually have their own agendas. They follow someone else’s. So what has brought the Jackal to this country?