The thick canopy of the Amazon loomed over them as Solomon, Jamie, and Carlos moved carefully through the undergrowth. The dense foliage provided cover, but it also hid countless dangers—snakes slithering through the leaves, jaguars stalking unseen, and the ever-present hum of insects filling the air.

Carlos, his hands still bound with forest vines, led the way under the watchful eye of Solomon, who limped forward with Jamie's support. His injured leg slowed them down, but his grip on his gun remained steady, barrel pointed at Carlos’s back.

They had been walking for hours, the air thick with humidity, when Carlos suddenly stopped. "There's an old hunting path up ahead," he muttered. "If we take it, we can avoid the deeper jungle, but it means passing close to one of Esteban’s outposts."

Solomon exchanged a glance with Jamie, who looked uneasy. “How many guards?” Solomon asked.

Carlos shrugged. “Usually two or three. But if we wait until dark, their attention will be low.”

Solomon nodded. “We don’t have time to wait. We’ll handle it if needed.”

Jamie swallowed hard, gripping the knife Solomon had given her. She had never been in a real fight before, but she knew she had no choice.

Ambush in the Wild

As they neared the outpost, the jungle opened up slightly, revealing a small wooden shack with a makeshift watchtower. A single guard leaned lazily against the post, smoking a cigarette, while another sat inside, his rifle resting against the table.

Carlos took a deep breath. “We should—”

Before he could finish, a twig snapped beneath Jamie’s boot.

The guard at the post immediately turned, eyes narrowing. “¿Quién anda ahí?” (Who’s there?)

Solomon reacted in an instant. He raised his silenced pistol and fired. The first guard collapsed without a sound. But the second, inside the shack, was already moving.

A gunshot rang out.

Jamie barely had time to react before Carlos lunged forward, shoving her to the ground. The bullet missed her by inches, striking a tree behind them.

Solomon wasted no time, rushing the shack with his gun raised. The guard inside fired again, but Solomon ducked, closing the distance before slamming the rifle out of the man’s hands. He followed up with a brutal punch to the jaw, knocking the man unconscious.

Carlos groaned from the ground, his chest heaving. Jamie stared at him, wide-eyed. “You... you saved me.”

Carlos looked away. “I have a daughter,” he muttered. “She’s only six. I couldn’t let you die like that... I couldn’t watch it happen.”

Solomon studied him carefully before kneeling and cutting the vines from his wrists. “If you’re serious about helping, then prove it. Lead us to the village.”

Carlos nodded. “I will.”

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The Gathering Storm

Meanwhile, deep in the jungle, Ryan sat crouched over a small radio, listening intently. His spy within Victoria’s forces had confirmed her movements—she was closing in on the Navy SEALs camp.

Sophia and Beth stood beside him. “We should go now,” Sophia urged. “If she reaches the camp, it’ll be too late.”

Ryan clenched his fists. “I wanted to handle this alone. But if we do this together, we do it my way.”

Beth placed a hand on her pistol. “We’re ready.”

As they moved through the shadows, the jungle whispered of the battle yet to come.

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Force

Victoria sat in the dimly lit interior of her armored vehicle, her expression unreadable as she listened to the scrambled transmission from one of her spies embedded near the SEALs’ forward camp. The information was clear—one of the SEALs’ assault teams had rescued a lone male survivor from a brutal clash between warlord factions. And the most critical piece of intel? The man had been personally revived by Commander Jack.

Her eyes narrowed. David. It had to be him.

Without hesitation, she reached for her satellite phone and dialed her superior. When the call connected, she relayed the new intelligence and made her request for additional support. The answer came back firm—capture Jamie at all costs. But the order carried an unusual directive: handle it diplomatically first.

Victoria frowned. This wasn’t about just one girl anymore. The fact that her superiors wanted diplomacy meant the Navy wasn’t entirely aligned with the other military branches or government forces. There was a power struggle brewing, and Jamie was at the center of it.

Lowering the phone, Victoria’s lips curled into a smirk. If diplomacy failed, she knew exactly how to apply force.

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The Necessary Risk

Ryan knelt over the rough jungle terrain, securing the last of the C-4 charges beneath a layer of leaves and loose dirt. The narrow path ahead was the perfect bottleneck—Victoria’s convoy would have no choice but to pass through. His plan was simple but deadly: detonate the explosives remotely, crippling the lead and rear vehicles to trap them in a kill zone. With the convoy disabled, he could either pick off the remaining forces or create enough chaos to slow them down.

But he wasn’t taking any unnecessary risks. While he handled the ambush, Beth and Sophia would break off and rush to the Navy SEALs’ forward camp. They needed to warn David before Victoria arrived—if the SEALs weren’t aware of her true intentions, they might cooperate with her too easily. Time was everything. If they moved fast enough, they could turn this into a battle Victoria wouldn’t walk away from.

Ryan exhaled, double-checking his detonator. Now, all they had to do was wait.

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Hope

As the dense jungle parted before them, the weathered wooden gates of Carlos’s village came into view, flanked by two armed guards in mismatched military gear. The red armband of Esteban’s men was visible even in the dim torchlight. The sight made Solomon tighten his grip on his rifle, while Jamie instinctively moved closer to him.

Carlos exhaled sharply and turned to face them. “I’ll go alone,” he said, voice steady but low. “Let me talk to them. If I walk in with two outsiders, they’ll shoot before I get a word out.”

Solomon’s cold eyes remained fixed on him. “Fine. But if you even think of betraying us, I can still shoot your head clean off from here.” His voice was calm, but the weight behind it was deadly. Carlos nodded stiffly, then raised his hands in surrender and began walking toward the gate.

Jamie’s heart pounded as she saw the guards snap to attention, rifles aiming directly at Carlos’s chest. Her fingers clenched tightly, and she silently prayed that everything would be fine.