Andy silently packed up and led a team into the dense rainforest, escorting the delicate Johanna without a word of protest.
Meanwhile, at another drop-off point in the jungle, nine helicopters had just landed. Stanley stood with a backpack and a stack of gas masks, his expression one of helplessness.
"Mrs. Russell, please stay outside," Stanley pleaded. "We'll go in and handle everything. If anything happens to you, Mr. Russell will have my head!"
Felice turned around, her features framed by a high ponytail that added a sharpness to her composed face. Dressed in a black tactical jacket, with a knife strapped to her thigh and combat boots laced tightly, Felicia embodied both elegance and determination.
Her eyes, cold and clear, revealed an unyielding strength as she moved to take a gas mask from Stanley's hands and slung a backpack over her shoulder.
Felicia strode into the rainforest without another word, her resolute figure leaving Stanley and the others exchanging resigned but admiring glances.
"Move out!" Stanley called, snapping everyone into action.
The rainforest stretched endlessly, its trees so dense it obscured the sky. Unbeknownst to Felicia and her group, yet another faction arrived at the same location.
Maurice gazed lazily at the nine helicopters, clicking his tongue with amusement.
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