Who is Chacal?

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Who IS Chacal?

Like a snake in a really chaotic swamp, the question twirled around in his dark, murky mind. It bit him. Bit him in the eye.

He couldn't get this very question off his mind. Everything else was numbed, and this, very, resilient, annoying... thought... poked him so deep, it made it impossible for him to get a bit of a sleep.

What is her name? Jackie? Jeb? Jenny? WHO THE BLEEP IS CHACAL?

He sprung up on to his butt. Sat on the side of his messy bed along with some half full and some long finished bottles of liquor. He lit a cigar then hid his head inbetween his elbows for a bit of shelter, as if this would help him get rid of his pain.

"What is the matter, honey?" rouse a voice. He turned to look at this woman. Narrowed his eyes and wondered if this really is the one he brought with himself tonight. When did she grow a pimple as large as an apple on her usually very beautiful, little nose? Did he make love to her so strongly that she lost half her teeth? How did she grow a beard?

Even these questions could not cope up with the one which burned his mind so deep and was hurting.

WHO IS CHACAL?!

He had to find out. That poor gallic boy he met earlier loved Chacal so much, he would even offer Llarnas a threesome, even a penta-some, if Llarnas could find this sweetheart. The thought made his cheeks wet with tears. He was so deeply touched. He had to find this woman for the sake of love. Love HAD to win. (And free orgies didn't sound awful)

Standing up on feet and pulling up his zipper, Llarnas was determined to solve this case. He stumbled ahead, took a pause, looked behind to the bed where the other person had started to snore loudly. He narrowed his eyes. Memories of that night were extremely hazy. Shrugging, he took a half finished bottle and took a swig. Stepped out of the little part of the dorm in the Legion's barracks, over an Alferez, as carefully as his wonky legs would approve.