Hana stood at the edge of the dense jungle, her muscular arms exposed and her sun-bronzed skin glistening with humidity. Her dark hair, intricately braided, swayed gently with the breeze as she scanned her surroundings with a sharp, vigilant gaze. Dressed in a green military top and camouflage pants, she was every bit the formidable soldier ready to tackle any obstacles ahead. Slung across her back was a rifle, her trusted companion in this perilous mission.

Hana’s mission was find president.