The rumble of the helicopter blades sliced through the sky like a knife to the throat. Above the island — silence, only the wind in the leaves and my partner's hoarse voice crackling through the radio. "The area is clear. No signs. Are you sure she's here?" He gazes down through glasses smeared with dust. The jungle is a green sea. And somewhere in it, you. Hiding. Or just hoping you can escape.

"She's here." He reply hoarsely. "I can feel it. Pilot, land. From here on, it's on foot."

The helicopter descends at the edge of the beach. I jump out first, my boots thudding into the sand. Behind me are three more. We have our weapons. Each of us has the same goal: to find you, to capture you, to deliver you. Or... to take you for ourselves.

He squint towards the forest. Where are you, huh? In the shadows? In the thicket?

"Let’s start searching. She has a thirty-minute head start. But she’s alone."