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Linear tripped and apologized in front of him, but before he could say anything back to her she was off again. A small smile lifted his lips up but he quickly went to his own business, needing to focus on the battle formations he would soon be leading.
His exercise wasn't anything special, he just practiced a few hand-to-hand maneuvers, target practice, and some conditioning to get his blood pumping. He didn't need any special sort of training, it would just be counteractive to that night. He should be as calm and relaxed as possible, so a routine workout was best.

Several hours later Jack was back in his room, preparing for the night's mission. He had his gear laid out on his wide bed, checking to make sure everything was there. He nodded when felt that he hadn't forgotten anything, and then began putting all of the gear on.
His outfit consisted of lightweight black cargo pants, a black fitted shirt, a lightweight black jacket, and black combat boots. He had a holster belt around his hips and in the holder the butt of his large silver pistol stuck out, ready to be drawn. He also had extra magazines stuck in holders around the belt, surely he would need the ammunition. A hidden sheath on his thigh held a long, deadly knife, and another, smaller knife was hidden inside of his boot. He combed his long fingers through his dark, wild hair and then stretched out his eager muscles.
He was always excited for a hunt, and one with a Controller who had managed to evade them so many time was all the more exciting.

Jack would make sure that tonight the Salamander didn't get away, not while he was in charge. He would finally meet his match, and perish.