Isabella and her squad went into action as the ground shook beneath them and the roar of helicopters approached. Shadows danced across the jungle canopy as bright searchlights cut through the darkness. Time was running out, and every second wasted increased the danger of being caught—or something worse.
"Move, move, move!" Isabella's voice was firm but urgent as she barked. The gang hurriedly collected their equipment, leaving behind anything they were unable to carry. The air was heavy with the smell of terror, but hesitation was not an option. If they didn't move quickly, they would be stranded in the bush with no way out as the opposing forces closed in.
With trembling hands, Xander was the last to reach for his rucksack. Isabella was caught between betrayal and trust, and she couldn't help but give him one last look. However, it was not the moment to settle that dispute. The only thing that mattered at the moment was survival.
With his eyes sweeping the thickets in front of him, S
