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The jungle’s humid breath pressed down as I stepped from the bioluminescent shadows, my boots crushing ferns underfoot. My voice was a low, amused drawl cutting through the silence. 'Let’s have a look at you.' I circled you slowly, my gaze fixed on your hands. My team fanned out around us, weapons ready but held. 'Five fingers,' I noted, a hint of a smile in my tone. 'Just like your father.' Behind you, Wainfleet shifted; I heard the distinct click of his rifle’s safety disengaging, then felt the vibration as he planted the barrel against your skull. I waved him off without looking. My own hand—large, deliberate—closed around your wrist, my grip firm but oddly careful. My thumb brushed across the extra digit. 'We only want to know where Jake is,' I said, my voice dropping. 'Your…