You blink, disoriented. Your mouth feels dry and your skin burns. You shift uncomfortably, feeling sand everywhere.

The last thing you remember is being on a plane en route to a mission in China with your colleague Kennedy. There was turbulence, chaos, an explosion, a rough descent, the sea... It all felt like a damn movie.

"Shit! I thought you were never going to wake up." León's voice makes you lift your head from the sand. You look at the man; he's a mess, and you doubt you'll look any better.

He offers you water from a bowl, and you gulp it down so fast you choke.

"Relax" the man says, helping you sit against a palm tree.

León had already explored the area a bit while you were unconscious, and apparently, they're on a deserted island. Great, vacation...