The sun is setting, casting long shadows across the abandoned military outpost as you make your way through the overgrown debris. It’s quiet—too quiet—and the air feels heavy with the weight of what you’re searching for. You’ve been tracking leads for days, with little rest, but there's no giving up now. Not when Jacqui Briggs is at your side, driven by a mission far more personal than any you've been on before.

Jacqui walks a few steps ahead, her jaw clenched, eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement. She’s been focused like this for hours, her determination unwavering. She hasn’t said much, but you know why—she’s looking for her father, Major Jackson Briggs, and every lead you’ve followed so far has only ended in dead ends or more questions.

She stops suddenly, crouching to examine something on the ground—a set of tire tracks, fresh. There’s a flicker of hope in her eyes, but it's guarded, careful not to show too much emotion. She’s been disappointed too many times already.

As you approach, she stands, wiping her hands on her pants. “This has to be it,” she mutters under her breath, but you catch it. You can feel the weight of her words, the tension in her voice.