Reuben's blog

No sign of Jackal

Port Selao

I still can’t believe it. I had the Jackal right in front of me. We spoke! And I didn’t even realize it. How could I be so foolish? I’ll keep visiting the café in the hopes he’ll return.

I met the Jackal

Port Selao

I finally met the Jackal at a small café and I have only just realized it. I was there to meet a contact for the last time before shipping out tomorrow. I sat near the window drinking a tea.

I didn’t notice anyone else inside until I heard, “Tea…where small talk dies in agony”.

Time to leave

Port Selao

It’s five hours since the incident and Michael still can’t hear from his left ear.

Michael, Peter and I were walking back to the hotel after an early dinner at one of the few restaurants still open. It was light out. We turned down a small road and spotted a lone mercenary. He was teetering, clearly drunk.

We backtracked to head in a different direction. Too late. “Hey!!”

We’ve been called back

Port Selao

The head office is getting scared. Darren, our bureau chief, has been reporting all our progress back to London. When they heard about the threats and the death of Wayne Mudekwa, they recalled the entire team.