Jake knows that time is running out for him, and during this tale we can see that he is still haunted by some of the things from his past. However, as is usual with JC, he just sucks his gut in and looks the world straight in the eye. He's old-school, is Jake - as tough as old boots and quite happy to mix it up when the need arises.
Unlike many others of his ilk, Jake doesn't have a very high opinion of himself, he knows that he's full of faults, and he's trying to get himself a real life, one that doesn't involve him being trapped in the 'machine', which is how he refers to the industry he works in.
He's also trying to find himself a woman, one he can hold onto for longer than a few weeks...
Providing security for international media teams is old-hat for Jake Collins. He's been there and he's done that. However, his latest little jaunt, one that sees him travelling right into the heart of Libya, soon turns out to be the trip of a lifetime.
The day after Jake arrives in Libya, the rebel assault upon the heart of Tripoli begins.
The destruction of Colonel Gadaffi's compound, a giant, walled village in the heart of the troubled city, is the Rebels' only goal, and they will not be stopped. Jake soon finds himself in the thick of the fighting, racing through the war-torn streets of Tripoli with a camera crew under the gaze of his watchful eye.
It's never easy trying to stay alive in a world ripped-apart by revolution and madness, especially when some of Jake's crew seem absolutely determined to get themselves killed.
Finding himself surrounded by death and love, sadness and joy, it seems to JC that there are enough tears in Tripoli for a man to drown in. Jake Collins doesn't do tears, and he's not that keen on drowning. All he needs to do is try and get the crew out of Libya alive...