Near Port Selao
Today I met the man I believe is charged with hunting the Jackal. I was at Mike’s, a local café where I’ve met many mercenaries. In fact I took this man for one of the faction militia at first. But then I could see by his fresh clothes that he was new to the country.
And that’s when I realized, this must be the man. He is the one sent on a fool’s mission. Kill the Jackal. He has the eyes of a hunter, penetrating and focused. Against most men, I suspect he’s a formidable opponent. But against the Jackal? Surely the Jackal will see him killed first.
At first I expected he was another thug there to confiscate my cassettes, but I could see he was different. He didn’t yet have that dead gaze I see in so many men here. I took a chance with him and asked what I’ve already asked of a few men. I know my Jackal tapes must be somewhere. I refuse to believe they’ve been destroyed. So I asked him to keep a watch for any tapes and bring them to me. Who knows if he will? But if I don’t ask, he most certainly won’t do it.
I will pray for him. Knowing what I do about the Jackal, I can be sure he’s already five steps ahead of this poor man. He has no idea what he’s walked into.