Jack watched the man look at a picture. He had been following him for a long time, his grey cloak hiding his identity. The hoard he had used to follow had dispersed, making him feel alone again. For weeks he had watched them, noting their habits, and their weaknesses. He patted the M4 slung across his back, with his backpack beneath it. Jack took a sip from his canteen. He felt for the knife in the sheath on his belt, making sure it was still there.

"Oi! Don't move!" Jack shouted, his rifle aimed at the man. He came out from his hiding spot, a tree with a thick trunk. "Put your weapons and your bag on the ground, or I'll blow your brains against the road." Jack hadn't gotten this far by taking chances. He wasn't going to walk up all friendly. Nah, Jack was too smart for that. His rifle was aimed steadily at the stranger's chest. He didn't want to attract oppoes with the noise, but it was a necessary evil.
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