Lost in the dense jungle, I heard a rustle behind me. I spun around, heart pounding, to see a muscular figure emerge from the shadows. It was muscular woman, her bronzed skin glistening with sweat, dark eyes sharp and focused. Her rifle was slung across her back, and she moved with a lethal grace.

"Who are you!" I asked.

"Mr. President," she said, her voice steady."We need to move. KHAN operatives are close."

Her presence was a lifeline in this hostile environment.