Jacklanded at the airport and was picked up by a cab. The cabbie was friendly enough and he spoke true about what was going on in his country. But Jack wasn't there for sightseeing. He was on a mission to eliminate an old friend of his. Jack kept pinching himself for he still could not believe who the jackal really was and how he was still alive after all this time.
But on Jack's way to the hotel he realized that he wasn't feeling too good.
"Shit Malaria", Jack thought to himself as he grabbed the passenger seat to steady himself.
After a good twenty minutes the cab arrived at the hotel and he saw that Jack was not looking too good either. The cabbie knew it by the look in his eyes.
"Malaria huh. Let me help you get to your room", The cabbie said as he dragged Jack into a room along with his luggage.
THE cabbie was actually with the agency too. He called Doyle to inform him of the situation.
Jack passed out on the bed and by the time he woke up he saw the jackal himself looking through Jack's stuff.
"The jackal is an arms dealer and his reputation is well deserved. Orders are to kill on sight", The jackal said as he realized just who was sitting in that bed.
"Carver", The jackal asked in disbelief.
"Nice to see you again Burns", Jack muttered to his old CO.
"Figures that Doyle would send you to kill me", Burns replied as he shook his head.
"What", Jack said as he spat up a little.
"And they conveniently didn't tell you anything I guess. Doyle found me adrift back in the Pacific. They thought my skills in the navy would make me a valuable asset for the agency. For the last few years the agency has been making me run guns for these assholes in Africa to fight they're stupid wars while the UN and the NGOs make millions of dollars over it", Burns explained as Jack started to realize what was really going on.
"The old remission of sin in all it's glory", Jack coughed.
"You got that right. But none of that matters now. You sick with Malaria and will die out here if you don't get the proper medication. Go to the church when you are able", Burns added.
Jack looked at Burns funny just then.
"Why are you helping me when I am here to kill you", Jack wondered.
"Jack there's no time. This isn't about you and me anymore. The people are going to suffer the worst of the worst once both factions go to war with each other. I need your help to get them out of here", Burns said as he stood up.
Jack nodded as he passed out again.
"See you soon", Burns said as he walked out.
THE next day Jack went to work on pinning both factions against each other and wiping them out with the help of a few allies. But in the end the other mercs turned on Jack as he had no choice but to kill them. Eventually because of the war both factions decided to oddly enough team up. That bugged the hell out of Jack and the fact that every time when he got hurt Burns was there to heal him up.
"How is it that you always have my back nowadays", Jack asked.
"It's my super power", Burns laughed.
After a few weeks in Africa the two factions killed each other down to the last man. After that Burns and Jack helped the underground escape out of the country. But when all was said and done Jack and Burns looked at each other once they helped everyone else cross the border.
Burns was the first to draw his pistol and aim it at Jack.
"What are you doing Burns", Jack asked.
"Don't worry Carver it was never personal just business", Burns smiled as they both pulled their triggers.
Jack stood right back up and looked over at Burns' body.
"I guess you forgot to put your vest back on. But then again you always were a lousy shot", Jack said as he found his way back to the states.
Doyle died about a week later but no one seemed to know how or why since the agency didn't care for Doyle. Apparently no one else liked him to much either. Jack even laughed when the agency offered him Doyle's job.
"Why not", Jack said as he into Doyle's office.
Jack got his new assignment and opened the files that the agency had on it.
"Since when does the agency care about a bunch of bratty college kids going missing on an uncharted island overpopulated by pirates", Jack wondered.
"Because their parents are friends of ours and their offering top dollar for you to get them out", The director replied.
"Of course since daddy's a millionaire we'll save his kids but not the thousands of girls who are abducted by the cartels at gunpoint in California everyday. As they are dragged down into Mexico where the US has no jurisdiction", Jack remarked.
"Are you done", the director snapped.
"I am heading to the airstrip now sir", Jack said as he left the office.
Jack climbed into the plane and looked into the file in his hand again.
"Well today is your lucky Jason Brody because I am coming to save your sorry ass", Carver said to himself.
To be continued.