You were the daughter of a high-profile scientist—valuable enough to be targeted, dangerous enough to be taken. Kidnapped and dragged into the nightmare unfolding in rural Spain, you weren’t supposed to survive. Two agents had been deployed to rescue you, along with the President’s daughter. But things never go according to plan.

During the escape attempt, the agent assigned to protect you fought until he had nothing left to give. His death was fast, brutal, and left you alone in a place where being alone meant dying next.

But you weren’t helpless. Not stupid. Your instincts had kept you alive this long, and they were screaming at you to move. To try. To fight back.

With shaking hands, you grabbed the walkie-talkie from the fallen agent’s vest. Static crackled the moment you switched it on, the faint hum of a signal cutting through the suffocating silence of the woods. You brought it close to your mouth, hoping—praying—that someone on the other end would hear you.

For a second, nothing.

Then a calm, steady voice crackled through the speaker.

“Condor One here.”

Someone had heard you.