The Jackals are nothing but fools, Payne being the most foolish of all. He thought he would have himself some fun tying me up to his motorbike and taking me for a ride at the end of a rope. To be honest, I was very nearly done for, especially when my head nearly became nothing but mush on the tracks of a passing train. But still, luck, or fate if you will, was with me. Payne was not thinking when he dragged me through fire. My great coat protected me from the worst of it. The same could not be said for the rope that bound my wrists. I managed to free one wrist, and then I was able to pull out my gun and shoot through the rope at the end of the bike. Payne's fun was then over. He charged me like a mad bull and clocked me good a couple times before I was able to kick him away. Then something exploded big time, and he could no longer get to me. He was just a little bit angry. I guess our duel to the death will have to wait, for now. I recovered my gun, which I dropped in our tussle. Now all I have to do is find my katana. I have not yet begun to fight, as Payne will soon discover.
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