Disguised as a plump old woman, Jackal, who has been on the run since the failed mission at LampStone city, finally arrived at his cousin's house located in the rundown ghetto area of Lakewood city, in Barnovia.
At the black iron gate leading into the compound, Jackal was greeted by two hefty guards, whose gothic tattoos spoke louder than words.
"Who the hell are you, grandma?" One of the guards snarled, cocking his AK-47 at Jackal.
"Are you lost, Grandma, or does this place look like a nursing home?" The second guard growled, drawing out his dagger.
Jackal's fist clenched around his Grandma's handbag, his gaze shooting daggers. If he were back at LampStone, he wouldn't have wasted a second wasting these idiots for talking to him in this manner.
But then, his disguise was pathetic even though it was the only thing that had kept him alive for the past two days.
Exhaling Jackal spoke in his normal voice, losing the Grandma tone.
