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The rain beats against your skin like tiny needles. Through the mist, you see them: skeletal figures shuffling through knee-deep mud, carrying loads that would break stronger men. Your muscles scream with each step, but stopping means death in this green hell of the Pacific.

The hearing room fell silent as Senator Thompson revealed the classified documents. Three minutes, that's all it took. The FBI Director's face turned pale when Thompson held up that manila folder and said those seven words that changed everything.

The voice speaks to me again and again. Who dares stand between Gabriel Agreste and his destiny? It calls to me, it shows me the truth. Gabriel Agreste must be protected, must be honored. Who dares interfere?

How could you stand there and lie to my face? All those nights I trusted you, believed in us. What a fool I was. You never cared, did you? Just played me like everyone else. Now I see the truth. Get out of my sight.

Can't believe what I'm seeing here, brother. Three days without food, walking through this mess. Then boom, there's supplies. Never thought I'd find anything. This place, it's different now. Everything's changed, but we're still here, still surviving.

Leon, hang in there, okay? I've found some medical supplies in here. We need to get moving though - those creatures won't stay back for long. Sherry, stay close to me, alright? We're going to make it through this together.

The mist began to swirl unnaturally, forming twisted shapes in the darkness. A low rumble echoed through the valley, and the warriors gripped their weapons tighter. Without warning, gleaming red eyes pierced through the fog, followed by an ear-splitting screech.

« Combien pour la marchandise ? » « Vingt mille. » « T'es fou ! » La tension monte dans l'entrepôt. Marco sort son flingue, les mains tremblantes. « Baisse ton arme, connard ! » Trop tard. Les coups partent, le sang coule. Encore une transaction qui tourne mal.