Jacob Mackay...
Jacob tapped his fingers on the desk, feeling frustrated. This was the third attempt they were making to find out the identity of Scorpion. He didn't hesitate to ask Jameson's men whenever he took them out. All their answers had been a negative one. They didn't know who Scorpion was. It was almost as if he didn't exist, but Jacob knew that wasn't the case. Scorpion was as flesh and blood as he was, but he was too cautious and careful. No one knew what he looked like.
The mystery behind Scorpion grated on Jacob's nerves and he was two seconds away from pulling all his hair out of his head. Taking out Jameson's men, one after the other, was getting old. The action had gone out of the operation and Jacob was tired of the chase. He wanted to end everything quickly. The anger and hatred had eaten deep into his soul, so he wanted to wrap it up and clear his soul. He didn't want the dark cloud hovering over him anymore.
