The Blonde Snoop!

"This didn't work out for you, did it," a man says, taunting someone through a speaker in the front seat of his car.

She can't reply.

It drives up to the Northwest Entrance to...The Forest!

Jake waves him up and then gets him to stop.

The man- a grizzled fella with a five-day stubble, dirty black shirt and pants and old shoes steps out.

"Drop off or Check In?"
"Drop off," he says, walking towards the back of the car, "I have to pick up more of them."

He accentuates that statement by banging on the truck assertively.
Jake smiles.

He pops the trunk...

"She tried to get intel about this place," the man explains, "She'll get more than she can handle.
Mind if we use one of my tags?"
"No problem."

He opens a box and lets the woman see how many he has left.

"That's enough for your friends and colleagues," he says with a laugh.