Jinx jumped into the air, grasping one of the lower tree branches and swinging himself up onto it. Quickly, he climbed higher, scaling one branch after another, until he was just over halfway up the tree. When he found the one he wanted, he sat, letting his legs dangle over the side. Raising an eyebrow, he glanced at the makeshift campsite below. Four sleeping bags were positioned around a fire pit, empty beer cans and trash littering the area. There were a couple of duffle bags near two coolers, open with clothes falling out. Fucking pigs.
Taking out his phone, Jinx sent a quick text to his person on the inside, following up on the General’s medical status. After being nearly mauled to death just weeks before by Chase, the General was slowly beginning to recover. As much as Jinx hated the man, it made his life easier to keep him alive right now. He was trying to find out who the head prick in charge was, and with the General injured, it was proving to be even more difficult than when he was running around throwing out asshole orders left and right. Jinx waited impatiently until the response came back. The same. Good, at least he wasn’t dead just yet. He would be one day though, after his neck met Jinx’s sword.
Quickly shoving the phone back into his pocket at the sound of voices heading his way, Jinx stared at the forest floor below. It hadn’t taken him long to find Brent and his band of dumbasses. They were hiding out in the mountains not far from the White River Wolves compound. It was further than Chase’s enforcers would have looked, which was why their trackers weren’t able to scent them, but Jinx had his own way of tracking his prey. And he always found what he was hunting.
“How much longer do we have to stay up here, Brent?” one of the men grumbled, following Brent into the small clearing.
“Until I tell you we don’t,” Brent snapped, walking under the tree Jinx was in.
“Fuck, I say we go into town tonight,” another guy said, stalking over to where one of the sleeping bags lay out on the ground. One hand clutching a rifle tightly, he turned around to look at the rest of them as he crudely grabbed his dick. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a good steak and a sweet piece of ass.”
“And it is going to be even longer,” Brent snarled. “Nobody is leaving this fucking mountain until I get what I came for.”
Jinx pushed off the branch and landed lightly on his feet, just inches from one of the men. “You have part of that right,” he commented dryly, drawing his sword from its scabbard at his back. “None of you are leaving this mountain.”