He was climbing up the incline, his free hand grabbing onto vines and trees to pull him up, when he became aware of something alive and breathing up ahead, no more than six feet away. He almost walked into a giant cat, its eyes shining in the darkness.
The jaguar hissed at him and lowered its back as if ready to pounce. Gorilla didn't even think about it.
He shot it once in the heart and the animal dropped dead.
Caravaggio turned in the direction of the gunshot. It sounded a good distance away.
He laughed to himself. Evidently the jungle environment had put Gorilla Grant on edge. Maybe he wasn't as tough as his reputation made out. Caravaggio knew that the jungle was a great leveller. In all the tournaments that he had held here on his private island, against gunmen, assassins, soldier
