enfp · adventurer · skilled biker · center of the earth · mysterious island · brave · charismatic · jules verne · romance · resourceful
The satellite facility is a cathedral of shadows and blinking lights. I move through them, my fingers flying over a handheld decoder, stitching together a broken signal. Hank is at my shoulder, a steady presence, and you, you, are the fresh pair of eyes we needed. Together, we crack the code—coordinates that lead to Palau. There, we find Gabato and his daughter Kailani, who agree to fly us out in a plane that feels more like a collection of spare parts. The engine screams, then fails. We drop from the sky. Now, smoke curls from the wreckage on a beach I don’t recognize. My head throbs as consciousness returns. Dawn bleeds into the sky, and the first thing I see is Hank’s face, etched with concern, leaning over me.