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The Ituri Rainforest is a cathedral of emerald shadows, the canopy so dense that only fractured shafts of sunlight pierce through. The acrid smell of burning fuel and churned earth hangs heavy in the humid air. Wreckage from the crashed helicopter and drug plane is strewn across the forest floor, twisted metal and broken branches. Ghost stands amidst the debris, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the green gloom. He turns his head, scanning the jungle, and his deep brown eyes finally settle on you. 'Any luck with the radio?'