"Come with me to my hotel room, we can discuss more detailed plans during dinner." Will invited as he stood up, downing the last of his drink before slamming the glass back down and laying a handful of cash by it.

"You safari hunt for fun?" Jameson prompted curiously as he followed Will out of the pub.

"Not all the time, I'm usually hired by some millionaire too lazy to hunt for themselves." Will answered as he climbed into his safari Jeep, Jameson hopping into the passenger seat and buckling up before Will took off.

"Hold on to your hat!" Will directed loudly to Jameson over the wind, having set his own hat on the floor by his feet so it didn't fly away while he drove.

Jameson did as Will told him, the wind causing his hair to fly everywhere and for his monocle to nearly fly off.

The drive was quiet except for the sound of rushing wind as Jameson closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air whipping at his face.

His eyes snapped open once he heard Will say something, but he couldn't quite decipher what it was.

"What?!" Jameson yelled back over the wind, leaving forward to hear the colonel better.

"I said we're almost there!" Will repeated louder as he looked over his shoulder at the Irishman, his wildly flying black hair covering his eyes.

They soon arrived at the hotel, Will finding a parking space before hopping out of the car.

"Have you ever hunted anything before?" Will prompted curiously as he and Jameson walked towards the entrance.

"No, but I've heard that hunting men is the most dangerous game." Jameson remarked, referencing a book he had read recently to see if the colonel had read it before.

"No," Will smirked deviously as they strode inside, taking Jameson to his room on the first floor.

"Trusting a newly met stranger with your life is the most dangerous game."