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Johnny allowed himself a slight wry smile as he watched the logs hit the white van. Soon after, Toby was back in the jeep, commending them for their good work. Haeger, without looking away from the white van in his iron sights, said to Aiden: "You heard the man." He secured the G3 and withdrew from the rear of the jeep, once again getting into the back seats, where he placed the G3 between his legs with the barrel up. He leaned back and heaved a sigh of relief as he placed a cigarette in the side of his mouth and lit it. After exhaling a cloud of smoke, he said:

"Now that we have a moment of rest, I guess I should welcome the two of you to this shitty excuse for a country, so...welcome to Leboa-Seko, the rear end of Africa." A dry laughter later, he added: "And the Jackal's playground." His face having turned serious, he pointed at Toby with the fingers still clutching the cigarette, saying: "You better remember I said that, my friend. Leboa-Seko might look like just another African warzone to you yankees, but out here, even the warlords can't match the Jackal in power and influence. If you're gunning for him, count me in - but you better be careful. That merc team back there was out for blood, and they were there on mission from the Jackal - you were their target, I'm sure. The man keeps track of all his enemies, even those that hasn't even been born yet."

He shrugged, and added grimly:
"As I said, though, if you're gunning for him, count me in. I hate that motherfucker to death."