Jackal-Sandwich

      "What a day, what a day!"      Malcom eyed the two hunters entering the bar and rolled her eyes. New recruits, probably busy with some infantile task and acting like it was something to boast about. She cracked a smile, remembering her own days like that. Full of fear, yet worth it. It was a shame most recruits never made it past the first three months. The ones that didn't die would usually quit, running back to their boring lives, pretending to be unaware of the danger. Others would give in, and turn to the sides of the adversaries. Only a handful would make it through in the end, but those that did were good at what they did.