Snippet #1416946

Toby sat with his eyes closed, catching his breath as the others spoke, and as Aiden got them out of the lumber yard and out onto the dirt track through the jungle. He listened with particular interest to Johnny's relation of the situation in Leboa-Seko.

"So," Toby appended Haeger's story, and also partly in answer to Aiden's question about why they had been chased, "seems like the Jackal has enough people who hate him even within the country. But I'm gonna guess it's mostly foreign mercs. I'm also going to guess that there have been attempts before to force him out of the country or take him down. But I'm also going to guess that those attempts required mercs to form teams, and that forming teams generated unwelcome attention both from the factions and from the Jackal's men. And for a last guess, I'm gonna say that unwelcome attention is the reason business at Mike's ain't so great these days. How did I do?"

He pulled out his map again, satisfied that it had proved relatively reliable so far. By the looks of things - and provided they didn't run into any more trouble before getting there - the greenhouses were about fifteen minutes away at a decent pace. Didn't really matter if it took longer, the sun was starting to set and for a job like this darkness was going to be their friend.

Looking to the side, he searched around for the IED he'd put together earlier. In the haste of the moment he'd absent mindedly left it rolling around the jeep, but he decided not to mention that. He doubted Johnny and Aiden would appreciate it.

When Aiden chipped in saying that she wanted in on any attempt to go after the Jackal, Toby raised his eyebrow in surprise.

"So we're all happy to probably be the next trio of bodies down the river?" he said flippantly, "Awesome. In that case, we're gonna have to find somewhere to base other than Mike's. If we're seen together too often there, it's gonna generate suspicion. No doubt there's a ton of safehouses in the region, but we're either gonna have to find one that isn't occupied, or we're gonna have to clear one out. But we can worry about that tomorrow. We have to go back to Mike's with the Khat-sack anyway."

He checked the shotgun slung at his side, noting how it was in much better condition than the weapons being used by the factions. The same was true of all the weapon's they'd procured from the arms merchant. At least now they'd have a slight edge over the APR soldiers when it came to weapons malfunctioning.