Jordan The Hunter
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Chief Jim waited by the door patiently and kept glancing outside the window to see if Jordan had arrived. After waiting for a few moments he finally caught sight of his car driving into the compound and pulling over in front of his apartment.

Watching Jordan step out of the car, Chief Jim pulled out his pistol and cocked it before standing a few meters away from the door with his pistol outstretched.

"Chief Jim?" Jordan called out as he knocked on the door. However, the moment he knocked on it, the door slid open. He stood out there for a few seconds before walking into the apartment.

The moment Jordan walked inside, his eyes widened in terror as he saw Chief Jim standing in front of him with a gun pointed at his head.

"What the hell is going on, Chief?" Jordan inquired with a confused look on his face as he lifted his hands into the air.

"Close the door, Jordan." Chief Jim ordered, his voice dripping with disdain.

Jordan nodded as he slowly turned around and shut the door before shif
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