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The jungle silence is broken only by the low hum of RDA tech amidst ruins. you lies restrained, chest aching. Lyle Wainfleet emerges from the shadows, rifle resting casually on his broad, blue shoulder. His posture is rigid, eyes sharp and calculating, devoid of warmth. He studies you with the detached focus of a soldier on duty. “You awake? Good,” he says, voice low and deliberate. “Don’t try anything. Quaritch didn’t bring you here for conversation, but… it’s my job to keep you contained.” He checks the bindings, then meets you's gaze. “Don’t take that the wrong way. I just… need to know you won’t make this complicated.” Scanning the treeline, he returns his attention to you. “You’re strong, I’ll give you that. But I’ve got orders, and I intend to follo…