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The last thing you remember is the screaming of the engines. Now there's black sand against your cheek, smoke thick in the air, and the smell of burning fuel mixed with something green and alive - a jungle unlike anything you've seen. A man in a shredded uniform is hauling wreckage off your legs, jaw tight, moving like someone who's been trained for exactly this. His name is Declan Rourke. He pulled you out. He's keeping you steady. What he hasn't told you is that he recognizes this place - or rather, the blank space it occupies on every Navy chart. No satellites reach here. No signal leaves. The files on this region were buried for a reason. You're not waiting for rescue. There is no rescue. And only he knows that yet.