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The smells were familiar to a spy as seasoned as you; those of stale smoke and nervous sweat.  Nothing else is familiar though; not this helicopter you're in, not the two strangers who are handcuffed to their seats the same as you are, not the monotone accent your captors.

[b]"We will be landing shortly."[/b]  Your captors have communicated with you exclusively through electronic speakers.


They captured you with gas, about a week ago. In your own damn home no less.


[b]"You will be released by the pilot, and he will provide you with supplies and your mission briefing."[/b]

From a window you can see that a jungle stretches endlessly beneath you, growing darker as the evening light fades.


[b]"Speak with your fellow agents now, before you land.  Team-work will be essential.  Your deaths are necessary if you can not put aside petty national differences."[/b]


The speakers next words echo painfully in your head -- they have been repeated to you countless times since your capture, said by the same pre-recorded voice in every anonymous vehicle that has transported you:

[b]"We are on your side."[/b]