As Isabella guided the group farther into the thick undergrowth, the jungle appeared to go on forever. Every breath tasted of moist earth and decay, and the air was heavy with humidity. For the time being, the helicopters had passed, but they couldn't stay put for long because of their adversaries' unrelenting pursuit. Their formerly unified group was now dispersed, burdened by distrust and treachery. The atmosphere was tight with unspoken accusations, and Christine's confession had severely damaged the tenuous unity they had managed to maintain.
As they made their way into the thicket, Isabella's mind was racing with ideas. She had not anticipated the blow of Christine's betrayal, which suddenly made her doubt everything. Was there another leak she hadn't found yet, or was the transmitter the only reason they were being tracked? The idea tormented her, making her acutely aware of every rustle and suspicious look from her teammates.
Solomon strolled next to her, his face serious yet i
