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.
The
streets are jammed with militia. Roadblocks have been set up at every
corner. It’s impossible to go 10 kilometres without encountering a
checkpoint of some kind. And the checkpoint rules are to shoot first.
These are the worst of times.