Thirteen's POV
"Well?" I question when Jackson remains quiet. He holds up a finger, keeping me from interrupting him as he knocked back his drink.
"Patience is key." He says as he signals the bartender for another drink.
"My patience is running thin." Sam speaks up from his seat at the bar. Jackson turns and glares at him but suddenly thinks better of it when he sees Sam's deadly look.
"Right, well." Jackson clears his throat. "The guys you encountered are mercenaries."
"Tell me something I don't know."
Jackson shoots Sam a glare at his interruption. Sam doesn't even bat and eye at him and just continues with his challenging stare.
"The mercenaries," Jackson shoots another glare at Sam. "Can be hired by anyone provided you have the money to hire them. They don't care which side of t
